"Yeah, yeah!
When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly
I pimp to the beat, walking on the street in my new lafreak, yeah!
This is how I roll, animal print, pants outta control,
It's Alfred with the big afro
And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow"
The boy around 19 of age sang at the top of his lungs, enjoying the pop song that played on his ipod. It took him every inch of his muscle not to jump out of the couch and dance. Though, the girl with the silky platinum blonde mane doesn't sound oh so pleased with his actions… or rather his choice of song. A nerve popped out of her forehead as she tried to shrug her obnoxious boyfriend and stick her pale nose within the confines of a book. Moving in with him under the same room can be quite alarming at times.
"Ah... Girl look at that body!
Ah... Girl look at that body!
Ah... Girl look at that body!
Ah... I work out"
The lad, then made sure to flex his arms in a macho-stance to point out the lyrics of the song. The maroon leather couch bounced and squeaked with his play, disturbing the girlfriend seated next to her more and more no matter how hard she tried to neglect him. If you consider irritating everyone around with no effort a talent, then he would be on his prime.
Natalya then, shut her book close. Finally giving up on the tranquility that seems so impossible to attain. She shot him cold, piercing and deathly looks in an attempt to make him stop but these were only left unnoticed.
"When I walk in the spot, this is what I see!"
"Alfred. Stop." She finally spoke up in her usual frigid, demanding voice filled with authority. Yet were left unheard by the American – who now jumped out of the sofa to give him a better space to flex muscles and dance absurdly, shaking his junk and raise his cacophony.
"Everybody stops and they staring at me."
"Shut up now orelse!" The Belorussian grunt in frustration.
"I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it!"
Finally accepting that this cannot be tolerated and be stopped by mere speech, she took the matter in her own hands.
"I'm sexy and - "
Little did he know that his girlfriend has stood up and pushed his chest, forcing him to stumble on his back – bottom meeting the leather couch. Natalya swiftly loomed over him, pressing her soft lips on his much to the boy's surprise. The kiss was forceful and hard, but it was returned by his affection which soothed and lulled the process.
"Now will you please shut up?" She whispered on his lips when she broke free to gasp some air. This only left him wanting more.
"Only if you keep me busy." He rumbled in that same enticing voice that tickled her insides each time.
With a smirk, Alfred grabbed her girlfriend by the waist and caught her lips in another heart racing, mind numbing, hot and wet kiss as he sat his beautiful doll on his lap.