//------------------------------// // The Last Weekend Day 2-1 // Story: The Girls // by Chelis //------------------------------// Spittin' my game at girls would not make me nervous. It was something I do as part of my day like eating or taking a shit. But, there was something about her. Her silky blond hair, her bright green eyes, her freckles, and her bang'n hot bod. Physically, I would love to smash on that all night. There was her as well, the brains and her heart. She was also the only one I can talk farming to, and she was one of the kindest souls I knew, even if she was stubborn as a mule. My family was right after all, white country girls are a black man's kryptonite! That kryptonite had me outside her door in my Sunday best with a bouquet of flowers in my hand. I was staring at the door in the dark, too scared to move. I also had no idea what I was going to say "Hey Amelia, you know I liked you..." Na. "Hey baby, you like me, I like you, let's fuck." Hell na. As I said, that girl got my game on check. "Fuck, let's just get this over with," I whispered to myself as I knocked on the door. I expected someone to answer, but nothing. It was a giant let down. "Oh well, maybe I should try tom-" The door swung open, and before I had the chance to run or even holler, I was on the ground and a petite mass on top of my chest. "Where the fuck are they! What have you done to them! Tell me you fuck boy!" She screamed. Jenna was seeing red and when she was in that state: no amount of heaven or hell could or would want to stop her. "I don't know what you are talking about Jenna! It's me, Nas!" Bob was out and sharp as ever, with every second, was it getting closer and closer to my neck. Any attempt to get her off of me would end up with that thing going through a body part, which would, at the worst, have ended my football season. The porch light turned on and Jenna finally saw who she had pinned down. Her rage stopped instantly. Thank you, Joshua! "Nassir?" Jenna asked as she got off of me. I felt relieved when Bob went back under her shirt. "The hell are you doing here, and why are you dressed like that?" Joshua asked. "Well,-" "You were finally going to ask AJ out?" Jenna assumed. "Yes, Ma'am." "Come on in then." *** "What the fuck happened?!" I yelled. The house was trashed, a lot of things were broken, and it smelled like armpit sweat. My friend was passed out on the couch, a piece of gauze on the side of his face. There was something missing, but it wasn't coming to me. It came pretty quick because usually I would greet her and spit some game. "Where are the girls!?" "Gone. We have no idea where they went, or who took them and... Are you wearing a suit?" Jenna asked "Yeah? You didn't see the suit?" Joshua replied. "No, it was too dark. Dayum, you really must be into her to actually come out in a suit." "Can we not do this? I have to find AJ!" We all stopped when we began to hear him groan. *** I was still wobbly as I regained consciousnesses, but I was relieved that I was quickly surrounded by people I knew. They helped me sit up on the couch, and all kneeled in front of me, desperate for answers. When the wobbliness stopped, I finally answered their question. "I took the girls to the mall, and they were found out and we were chased out the mall. Before they stormed the house and took the girls, they began to suspect too much. They know everything now." "Jesus..." Jenna breathed. "What? What secret?!" Nas asked. I knew he would be mindfucked, but there was no point in hiding it anymore. I pointed to the television and told him to turn it on. "I don't know why I have to turn it on, you could just tell me." He commented as he clicked on the red button on the remote. He stood back as the television was warming up, and expected anything. He was still unprepared. I forgot what episode it was on, but it had the entire six in the scene. He paused it immediately and began to stare, his eyes revealing the grinding of the gears of his mind. It was slow at first because he still wasn't sure what he was looking for, other than six ponies that looked familiar. The hair color, the style, the personality. He walked closer and observed the cowgirl pony. It then hit him like a ton of bricks. "What the fuck!" Nas screamed as he backed from the television, landing on a chair. "That is no fucking coincidence! Tell me it is a coincidence!" "I'm sorry Nas, you wanted to fuck a pony this whole time." I said laughing. The laughing only made me light headed and I promptly collapsed into my seat. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging down. He was stupefied, and it amused me to no end. Maybe it was to hide the mixed feelings of the worthlessness of not protecting the girls. "I don't believe this! This is bullshit!" Nas yelled. "Its true, all of it." Everyone looked up the flight of stairs to see Spike walk down the stairs. "You have to get Twilight and the girls! Those guys seem like bad news!" "You can talk!?" Nassir asked, apparently not prepared for the mindfucking he was receiving. "Yes, I can! I can also use the toilet!" TMI, spike. TMI "I think I need to lie down." Nas said in defeat, and he collapsed to the ground. "So do you know where they are taking them?" Jenna asked. She was more into the business at hand. "No idea, but somehow they tracked me here. In fact, I think one of them threw something at the car, and it could still be there. Jenna wasted no time in leaving the house to check. "But, that means you want to get with Dash!" Nas asked. I giggled. "We kinda began dating between coming back to the house and the mob's arrival, arrived, so....." "Really? Congrats bro, you two were meant for each other, even if it is technically bestiality." Nassir commented. Joshua smiled and gave me a nod of approval. The moment ended with a scream from Jenna as she barged in the house. "That dumbass! I can't believe he is dumb enough to not cover his tracks!" Jenna had what looked like a cell phone in her hand, and a look of excitement. "Let me guess, that iPhone tracking app?" "Yessir!" "Can it be reversible, so you can see the location of who is tracking the phone?" Joshua asked. Jenna did not answer. She only gave him her most sinister, malicious smile.