Keep The Distances Mild
June 7th, 2010
Houston, Texas
Jackson Residents
I sat in my room with Dori, talking. You wouldn't think that since we're five years apart, we wouldn't be this close. But we are. I guess, after D'Andre left, it made us grow closer. "So what are you wearing tonight?" I had a agreed on going out with Justin. Even though I hardly knew him, I had this feeling about him. "I don't even know, mayne." I had the thickest, southern-city accent in our whole family. Have no idea where it came from. Grew up in Atlanta since I was two, and even then, I remember my parents talk so proper, it even annoyed the hell out of me sometimes. "I was thinkin' somethin' like casual but cute at the same time. I don't know." I got up from the bed and headed over to my suit case. I smiled when I pulled out a dress that I had packed for the beach birthday bash, but never got to wear. Decided eating at the Olive Garden was better. "What about this?" I pulled out the dress to show to Dori(outfit), "Its cute!"
After about an hour, I was done. What? A girl got to shower and what not! I sat and waited for about ten minutes. He was suppose to pick me up at eight. Not eight-ten. I paced the floor of the living room, you could hear my heels clacking, which even annoyed me. I plopped onto the couch, just as the doorbell ranged. "Ugh!" I got up and stormed to the front door, "Bieber, I know you got stuff goin' on, but I do not like to be---who are you?" This tall brotha was standing at the door, with roses. I figured it was for Dori, but I guessed wrong. "Are you Danielle Jackson?" I nodded, crossing my arms. "These are for you. And I am suppose to take you two Olive Garden. Are your parents home?" "Mom!!!" He stood back a bit, a little frightened from my scream. He should be, and what is with this boy and Italian food?
After my mom talked to this guy, who later I found out was Kenny Hamilton, she allowed for him to take me to the restaurant. Allowed. Seriously, he could've been a serial killer for all we know! I grabbed--snatched--my purse from the little stand near the door and walked out. He opened the door for me, but I was hesitant about getting in. "Where's Justin?" Kenny shook his head, smirking. "He had an interview that ran late, said to meet him there at the restaurant. Now, are you ready to go?" I rolled my eyes and nodded. I climbed in and stayed quiet the whole ride. Once I got there and got out, Kenny talked to the hostess, while I spotted Justin. I started walking over, "Excuse me. Miss!" I ignored the hostess and walked up to Justin, both hands on my hips. "You know, you could've at least called. I almost took my heel off on the guy!" Which was true. I was about to hit him when he told me he was here because of Justin. He got lucky, really lucky.
Justin stood up, grabbed at my wrists and apologized, "I'm really sorry. I forgot to call and the interview started right away. I got a surprise for you though." I crossed my arms, "I don't like surprises." He smirked, moving in closer. "I think you'll like this one. Come on, have a seat.." I raised my brow, then sat down. We talked. Since it was mostly us, there weren't many people, it was easier because of less distractions. We got to know each other better. I was surprised at myself. I don't usually say yes to a date so quickly. I'm the type that has to get to know you way better first before getting to know you on a date. Sort of a like a friend first deal for me. We were having fun until around nine-fifty when it was time for my so-called "surprise".
"So, where's Kenny takin' us now?" I threw my purse over my shoulder. "Nowhere. We're taking my car." He pulled out his keys and led me to a black range rover. Nice. "Very nice, Biebs." I crossed my arms and smiled. He smiled back, opening the door for me. "Hop in."
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"Where are we?" I started getting a little paranoid, since I had on a bandana around my eyes. "Ok, ok, chill shawty. You can look now." I pulled it off so quick, I nearly took my eyelids off. "Oh wow. Where'd you find this?" We sat at a beach drive-in. They played old and recent movies. "One of my friends told me about it. Thought we'd go see a movie, since they play all night." I looked over at Justin, his eyes were fixated on me. I moved back over on my side of the car, a little nervous. For the first time, I was nervous. "Dang it, I should've brought a jacket..." I mumbled. But I guess he heard that. "Its warm over here." He opened his arms, offering. "Nah uh, I'll be fine." I smirked, rubbibg my arms. He chuckled, "What?" "Shawty, get over here. I won't bite." I pulled my bottom lip in, rolling my eyes.
I scooted closer to him, and let him wrap his arm around me. To be honest, it felt nice. Really nice. I could've fallen asleep, watching 'Grease'. Just fall asleep, right there. I looked up and he was right there, staring at me. "What?" I whispered. "You're very beautiful." He whispered back. I gulped, feeling him shift his weight as he leaned down to kiss me...
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I held onto my baby, watching her look back at me. "I threw your father out of this room, Patricia-Lee...And I still love that idiot." I knew talking to her didn't make sense. She didn't understand a word I said, not one. But she just smile, like she did know. I smiled back, feeling a teardrop. "I messed up, babydoll. I messed up...He didn't cheat on me...He didn't lie to me..He didn't do anything to me, did he?" Next thing I know, we're both crying. I picked her up and held her close to me. "I pushed your daddy away, baby, I'm so sorry." She just kept crying and so did I. Later that night, She was back in her little incubator, surrounded by blackets. I sat in the bed, getting sick of this place already. "Mrs. Bieber, I know you said no vistors, but I--" "Please ma'am, I need to see my wife." Justin brushed pass her, almost knocking her into the door frame.
"Out." He shook his head. He looked different. Like he hadn't slept. His eyes were pink-ish. He looked pale. Had bags under his eyes. "I'm not leaving this time. Not now, not ever." I motioned for the nurse to leave. "Please, baby...Tell me what did I do?" I looked over at the baby. I gave her his mother's name and Lee because of Bruce Lee. This kid was a fighter after all the **** we've been through. She needed a strong name. "I don't want to see you, I just want you to go." "No!" "Shhh!" I looked at him like he was stupid. He could've woke the baby or caused a scene. "No," he whispered. "not until you talk to me. Let me fix this, what did I do?!" He harshly whispered. I shook my head fiercely, asking him to get away from me, to leave, he just wouldn't give up. "No, no, stop it. Stop Danielle." He held onto my arms to keep from hitting him. I sighed, feeling more tears slip out.
He looked at me, he focused on me. "I'm not givin' up until we're back to normal..Not until ok." I sucked in my lip, upset still. "Look at me. Look at me, Danielle." I looked, turned my head, annoyed. "Give me a chance to fix it." "How?" I could hear my voice crack at the smallest words. "Whatever it takes..."
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Originally Posted by BeautifulMelodyxx
i hate the dekalb school system ur lucky!
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