Telephone: Chapter Three

Michelle and her friend, Aaliyah, are in the car rocking hard to music and getting hype for the night they are going to have, tonight. As they drive up to the scene of the party, Michelle sees five guys standing in a circle and drinking out of red cups (who know what could be in those cups, something Michelle wanted to find out). As she looks closer she sees her four-year crush Joshua. His body was perfect from head to toe. He was like an taller, sexier version of Justin Bieber. She drives up into the driveway hoping Joshua will look at her while she gets out the car, she opens the door and glides her way slowly out the car. She made sure Joshua saw, and he stared at her with his pretty blue eyes and strong jawbone. She loved his voice and how each word sound more sexier than the other. He made her feel so different from everybody. She tried her best not to stare out because if she did, she might just zone and never come back out. Joshua, being a horny boy he is, looks at her from head to toe. Starting from her face to chest the popped out just enough that wasn’t too much or wasn’t too little to her waist where he could see all on her curves (front to back), her hips tightly caressing his mind of him touching them with his hands as her ass pressed up against him. As he mind started to wonder off on how beautiful and sexy Michelle, Aaliyah was walking in the front of car looking down as she fixed her purple dress around her body. The one guy she liked was named Roberto, who could get any girl he wanted, but Aaliyah knew he needed to work a little harder to get her. She didn’t want him as just a person she dated but an actual relationship. Roberto knew this when every time he tried to talk to her, he had trouble trying to make her give him what he wants. Aaliyah wasn’t as easy to get as any other girl and Aaliyah want a guy who wants more than just her body. Roberto wasn’t it, but it was hard to leave a guy alone that you find so damn attractive.

Anyway, as Roberto walked toward Aaliyah, he remembers he has a girlfriend who will be at the party in a few. So, he turns the other way and goes to talk to other people. Aaliyah knew exactly what he was doing and she knew that his next step was to be single again. Roberto, still staring at her, smiles and winks at Aaliyah, making Aaliyah feel special. Aaliyah decided to make Roberto want her more. As Aaliyah and Michelle walked up the steps moves her hips a little more to show off her hips. Aaliyah looks back and sees Roberto kissing his girlfriend, the more they kiss the more mad Aaliyah  got. So, instead of crying her eyes out for wanting to be with him, she told herself “Tonight, I am going party hard with or without him, even it meant meeting another guy.”

Michelle walks into the party dancing to the beat a little, wondering if Joshua was looking at her. She goes in the party and Michelle sees Joshua’s ex girlfriend, Chrissy, the biggest hoe in the whole school. Chrissy was one of those popular girls that people never called her a hoe because they wanted to be just like her. Michelle wasn’t weak like those other girls. When she saw Chrissy she would turn her head the other way, and she knew this made Chrissy feel like she need to find a way to make her pay attention to her. As Chrissy walks by, she turns her head away from her green dress that showed everything besides that pre-used shit in between her legs. Michelle knows Chrissy is going by Joshua, but Joshua wasn’t stupid enough to fall for Chrissy again. He quickly walks away and moves his way towards Michelle, leaving Chrissy. Michelle started to melt a little when his masculine voice said, “Hi, Michelle.” She stands there just staring at him and looking at how much he grew up. She knew him ever since she was a two years old. They were best friends until one day, Joshua hits puberty and starts going out with Chrissy. After a while, they separated Chrissy still wanted to be with Joshua but Joshua realized how much of a hoe she really was. Michelle work with him in class on big projects but that was basically the only time they talked. Michelle felt like it was time she broke the hardened shell and actually start talking to him again.

“Hi, how are you?”, say Michelle.“Im good, how about you?, he replies. Michelle loves his voice, she tried so hard not to fall to her knees. “I’m great. Thanks!” Michelle smiles and so does Joshua. He realizes how beautiful and sexy Michelle was. It was hard for him not stare at her like he did. When they work on projects together, he would love to just hear her speak and watch her every minute that he could. He always felt like he would never be good enough for Michelle.

As Joshua and Michelle get to know each other again. Joshua smiles and says, “Would you like to dance?” Instead of replying, Michelle makes her way to the backyard where everybody was dancing. Michelle saw Aaliyah grinding on Roberto as if he was her boyfriend. Michelle knew how Roberto felt about Aaliyah, he just didn’t know how to show it. Anyway, Joshua finds his way to the dance floor and stops a second as watches Michelle dance. Her hip shaking, her body moving non stop. He could start to see that Michelle was getting hot and he was getting more than hot watching her. Joshua moves a little closer and Michelle rubs her ass against him. Moving up and down and all around. After a few minutes the fast music stops and a slow jam calms on. Joshua was kind of afraid because his pants felt a little tight and didn’t if Michelle could see it. Michelle turns around and smiles at him. She knows he has a little boner but she doesn’t care. Just being with him makes her feel wonderful. Joshua puts his arms around her waist and pulls her closer to him. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn’t. (Same feeling Michelle had ever since she saw him when she got out the car) They danced slowly, talked, and laughed. Things that typical best friends would do.


Telephone: Chapter One

Ring Ring!”, Michelle’s phone goes off. She’s tired from a long night of partying and all she wants to do is sleep, but she can’t. Kids need to go to school, drop off her boyfriend at work, interview in two hours, and then she goes to work.

As she climbs out of bed, she realizes her ankle is completely swollen and from being hangover from the night before she can’t remember how and why her ankle is swollen. She yells for her boyfriend, Mike. But no answer… She screams at the top of lungs “Mike! Help! I need to go the hospital!” Still no answer. She begin to worry that Mike meant his word when he said if she didn’t get her shit together he was taking his kids and leaving her. She tries to jump out of bed but instead falls on the floor, her head facing the closet door. She realizes that all of Mike’s clothes are still in there and even some of the kids’ clothes, too.

Waking up and realizing it was just a dream, gave Michelle a panic on what her future was going to be. Shes a teenage girl in high school, senior, smart, and beautiful (as her family tells her). Not a damn thing in her way from a better future. Her biological parents were too drunk and stupid to realize what a wonderful daughter they had. Never got in trouble, never got in a fight (but was prepared for one, if necessary), never misbehave in class (that is, what her parents knew off). Michelle wasn’t a perfect child, she did what any other young teenage did in school. She would talk in class, skip class when she felt like she didn’t need to go. She made sure her grades were good because if not, one slip in her grades and her father will slip a hit on her face.

Her mother, Louise, was dying from cancer and her father was too busy drinking and smoking, her mother could barely get the help she needed. A father she hated and hoped one day her mother would finally leave him and let her loving daughter take care of her. Michelle never really called her father “Dad”. She would only called him Dad, if he was sober enough not to beat her for calling his name. One night, her father was half drunk and started crying, telling her all the things that she didn’t give two shits about. He could kick her ass whenever he wanted to and she wasn’t afraid to say it to face. Her family tries to remind her that if it wasn’t for him she wouldn’t be alive right now. Who said she wanted to be in this world? Who said she has to work harder to stop the abuse for her parents? She would whether be dead or in jail, then live in the hell hole they call “life”.

As she gets ready for school, she realizes her mother isn’t calling her to give her, her morning pills. She waits a few seconds for the annoying, yell for help with her medicine. Still nothing. She paces herself and checks to see if her mother is still there. She walks into the room, her mother pale as snow on a clear sunny day. Her hair falling out little by little. Her eyes shut, not seeing one visible sign of rapid eye movement. She realizes in the next few months that after a few months only two people will be living in this house.