June, 2011
Steven… Steven… Steven… Freddie looked around Keenan Thompson's house for the jerk in question. Where is he?
Freddie huffed in anger. He wanted to find this guy and give him what he deserved. He scanned the room, but his gaze froze when it reached a pretty brunette maybe a few years his senior. His anger deflated as he watched her. She was searching the room for someone.
He swallowed hard, watching her for another minute before he scraped up his courage and approached her, Steven forgotten.
"Hey." He spoke up when he reached her side.
She turned to him as one might turn to an annoying child, but her entire disposition changed when she got a good look at him.
"Heeeey…" A smile slowly eased across her face, her hand reached for a lock of her hair, and she began to twirl it around her finger.
"I'm Freddie." The technical producer offered. "Er, Chess – Chess Masterson."
"Trina Vega."
"Are you looking for someone, Trina Vega?"
"Um," She had to think about that for a second. "Yeah. Keenan Thompson."
"You want some help looking for him?"
"Um, sure."
"You go left, and I'll go right, and we'll meet up in ten minutes?" Freddie suggested.
Her smile turned seductive. "Or we could forget Keenan and go somewhere else together? Just for ten minutes?"
Freddie smiled and replied, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "If you're sure that's what you want to do."
Trina grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hallway. "Oh, I know exactly what I want to do."
Nothing like my usual stories, it's another something I wrote as a challenge from Challenge King. Please review!:)