You used to call me on my cellular device at night
You used to call me on my cellular device at night
And I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing
Ever since I left the city, you
Got a reputation for yourself now
Everybody knows and I feel left out
Boy, you got me down, and got me stressed out
'Cause ever since I left the city, you
Started gettin' dressed and goin' out more
Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor
Hangin' with some dudes I've never seen before
Erykah Badu
...
"You are going to have to wear a glove on that big finger if you think you are going dipping in this cookie jar."
"Michonne..."
"I mean it Rick."
"I haven't had any from you in a long time."
"You want cookies don't you?"
"Yeah."
"You want chocolate chip?"
"My favorite."
"Where can you get your favorite."
"Right there."
"This pussy is highly sensitive, Rick."
"I know."
"You should be thankful."
"Grateful."
"I can't have you contaminating the cookie jar. You got a wife now and a kid, and for all I know working on more with Lori."
"You got my report. I went to the doctor. I am clean. It was only that one time I didn't wear a condom with Lori. The only time. I ain't trying to make more babies with Lori. I am not working on more kids with her."
"Then what are you trying to do with me?"
"I want to feel my cookie crumble all around my dick."
"I should make you get on your knees and beg for this cookie."
"Please Michonne. Please. Let me just feel it on the tip. Please."
"Tell me how much you want to smash this cookie."
"I want to dip so deep until it's dripping with the creamy stuff."
"Only one person can make me cum like that Rick."
"I'm the one that can break you off, Michonne."
"Hold that finger still. Keep your hands still." Michonne commanded Rick to stop jerking himself off.
"I can't hold out any longer, Michonne. I can't think. Oh my fucking God." His body was hypersentive and he felt a wave hit him that he had to forego. He would have to ride the next one out deep within the oven's heat.
The sight of Michonne legs spread wide fingering herself while he was at the foot of her bed was too much of a visual for Rick that he grabbed her by her ankles and dragged her body in one swift motion down the bed towards him. Her feet reached over the side of the mattress, barely touching the floor, Rick was between her thighs when he lifted her ass up enough to slip his dick inside and began filling her up to the hilt sucking in his breath. His strokes were long and slow with the intense deep grind every time her pussy was near the base. He was tonguing her tit with same rhythm when he eased on top of her placing his weight on his elbow and knee. Michonne kept her body in position with the heels of her feet finding a way to not slip off the edge of the bed.
Michonne was losing her concentration when he did it like that. She wanted it aggressive but he was giving it to her in away that was overloading her senses. His thumb that was in her mouth was now down below massaging an area of her clit that had her bucking her hips and screaming...
"Break my cookie baby."
...
"Let me get this straight, Rick is detained?"
"Yep. He blamed me for not having his ID. I told him you threw the shit from the back to the front. Why would I be concerned about his shit if I had my shit?"
"He didn't get his wallet last night?"
Shane opened the glove box to show him the wallet that belong to Rick.
"How did he get detained?" Daryl asked sitting in the front seat of the passenger side of his best friend ride as they made way to the airport.
"All I know is that Abraham from high school works at the airport as a TSA Agent. He recognized, Rick. Vouched for him but still wouldn't let him on the plane without proper identification.
"Goddamn, Rick is crazy. He needs to consider a psych evaluation. All this time this shit has been about Michonne?"
"All this time." Shane confirmed. "I have the wallet. We are going to Vegas with him to help him find Michonne or at least prevent him from jumping off the Hoover Dam."
"Suicidal idiot with no identification. How the hell did Rick get all the way to the airport and not realize that he did not have his wallet?" Daryl asked.
"Do you have your shit?"
"Yeah. Not much else. I thought I buy it as I need it. Promise you I ain't on no suicide watch."
"Well this trip is spur of the moment. I didn't bring much either. Clothes on my back. Will buy as needed." Shane and Daryl traded fist bumps.
"I ain't never been on no plane." Daryl admitted.
"Neither of us have."
"I got some Ambien. I plan to be knocked the fuck out." Daryl eased his seat back to a more comfortable reclined position as Shane drove above the speed limit.
"How many you got?" Shane asked.
"Why?" Daryl asked cautiously.
"You going to have to pass some of that shit over, my friend. I didn't like the fact that Rick was talking about the plane falling out of the sky and shit. Since it didn't fall out of the sky with him and Michonne, I be damn if I am fully awake and it is us three it decides to go down since he missed the flight."
"Can't take it until we are on the plane, buckled in and in the air. So put your motherfucking hand away. You aint driving and swallowing Ambien on my God Damn watch." Daryl knocked Shane's hand away.
"Luckily, it was Abraham from highschool you know." Shane put his hand back on the steering wheel.
"Hell yeah."
"Anyone else we would be picking his ass up from jail."
"Hell yeah."
"When was the last time you seen any of our classmates?"
"I don't know. Many I don't recognize because I barely went to class. I remember jackass Abe though. I thought he went into the military?"
"He did. He got out and went into Security."
"I never liked him." Daryl admitted his dislike.
"He wasn't that bad."
"Abe thought he was something special being on the football team."
"He was. People won't let him forget it and it drives him crazy that he moved on from that and that is all people remember."
"Well, I don't remember no Rick and Michonne being an item. How did that shit come about? Did he tell you?"
"When Michonne was helping Rick with Science, they had a lot of time to experiment since Grimes parents didn't care much what they were doing in his bedroom laboratory."
"Those religious Fanatics?" Daryl was surprised by the revelation.
"From Rick's mouth to my ears." Shane confirmed where he got the news.
"No shit?" Daryl questioned.
"No shit."
"Best alibi is to mention anything to do with the inside of Ms. Ella's house. Holier than thou always pestering my Mama Pattybelle to show the Lord that she was ready to accept Jesus Christ or be ready for Hell's fire."
"Rick said they told him he was only quieter when masturbating." Shane laughed.
"What?"
"I can't stop laughing about it."
"They were studying alot together at his house. I mean ALOT. I would have never guessed." Daryl remembered.
"His grades went from C- to a solid B in all his subjects. So, I guess his parents weren't going to complain. Michonne didn't come up pregnant so it was a good situation."
"All that fucking and she never once got pregnant, but he messes around with Lori and Boom?" Daryl asked.
"Some women are just fertile like that." Shane offered.
"Aren't they all?"
"You ain't got no kids."
"You don't either. But we had some close calls. Shit. He never had a close call with Michonne?"
"You ask him. See what he tells you. I don't know. He ain't never told me. Keep in mind the news is new to me too."
"So he likes black women?"
"He says he loves Michonne. Prefers Michonne." Shane tried to mimic the way Rick had said Michonne's name. "Asked him who's pussy was better but the way he was talking, I don't want to even sniff that kind in the air."
"Why you say that Shane?" Daryl chuckled.
"Because of the simple fact that he said, Just in case the plane falls out the sky was enough for me."
"You are a fool."
...
Rick eyed the badge of the woman who was TSA, Carol Peletiere.
He had his ticket He had his carry-on. He did not have his wallet.
"Do you have your ID?"
"ID?"
"Yes, sir. ID? Driver's License, or a passport? State ID even?"
"Oh shit!" Rick instantly remembered exactly where his wallet was. It was in Shanes vehicle. Daryl tossed it to him but he didn't bother to take it, he just allowed it to land where ever it may in the front seat after the fight. His ID. His identification. Miles away and soon that would include Michonne...miles that might as well be light years. This was going to be equivalent to a bridge burned if he did not get to Vegas. The magnitude was unfathonable.
"Are you alright sir?"
He was going to lose his mind. His identification was more than an hour a way in King's County. This flight was going to leave in 20minutes. Rick felt himself becoming unglued. He was cracking and it was on full display at the airport terminal. He became a spectacle that was taken into a small room and luckily he was recognized by the supervisor, Abraham Mitchell the Highschool Jock.
...
You used to call me on my cellular device at night
You used to call me on my cellular device at night
And I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling, that could only mean one thing
(Two and four, witness)
Some people just said let it go
And on and on and such and such
But they don't ride around with us
No, no, no
Ain't that too bad we love to hang
And for a while, it stays the same
But now you tryna change the game
No, no, no
Erykah Badu
"Michonne."
"Yeah. Break your own shit. Always messin up my shit. I'm tired of it Michonne." Rick took the impact of Michonne's cellphone hitting his chest like a champ. He closed his apartment door behind him stepping out in the hall ready for the confrontation. They kept their voices low.
"Answer your phone."
"You told me to fuck off."
"I know what I said, Rick."
"Well, what does fuck off mean, Michonne?"
"Just because I tell you to leave doesn't mean to leave, Rick."
"What the hell?"
"Who do you got inside?"
"Inside where?"
"Don't fuck with me, Rick."
"I am not fucking with you. YOU told me to fuck off. Now, I am going to pick up your cell phone and you better not kick me, Michonne."
"If you bend down Rick, I am going to kick you because I am going to level 10. Who do you have in your apartment?"
"Why do you think I have somebody in my place?"
"Because when I called you didn't answer. You didn't call me back. No text either."
"I've been separated from my wife for two months now and this shit is harder with you than if I just stayed with Lori."
"It's not harder Rick. You just been fucking around and you've always been fucking around and I knew that's why this shit was easy for your ass. I knew it. I knew you were fucking around. I knew it."
"It was easy because I was fucking around with you Michonne. Nobody but you. You know that Michonne. I've only ever fucked around with you. Just you... Just you. Just you Michonne. Only you."
Michonne had got herself worked up to the point that they were going to have the police called on them if he didn't get things under control quick. Rick had taken the shoves before he caught Michonne by the wrists and soon by the lips because he refused to allow her mouth to utter another protest against the truth.
He wasn't designed to fuck around with anyone else. His dick seemed to have a preference and it was for Michonne. Inside his apartment they stripped each other naked, knocking over a few things in the process to get a good balance between Michonne's ass bouncing against the kitchen counter as he pumped and plunged deeper. Michonne rotating her hips matching his movements meeting his force with her own jerking movements. Her tits and her ass, he loved. Her lips he loved the most.
He was hitting her G-spot. She made a certain sound when he did. He made sure he hit it again and prolonged it. His dick had a slight curve. If he moved his hips a certain way he could make Michonne come in an instant. Something he mastered in his bedroom when they were in high school. He knew just how to work her pussy, eat her pussy and finger her pussy.
Sounds. She made so many wonderful fucking sounds.
He was only vocal with her. His pants were louder. His moans reverberated. When he would grunt it came from a place unexpected. Duet of sounds. He pumped and plunged deeper still and the weight he put on the open cabinet door that he just broke off the hinge as he climaxed with her biting down on his jaw, her nails clawing deep into his back was damage he caused, he was breaking his own shit too.
...
"Take your time Babe. I'm here."
"I can't go back, Andrea."
"Okay. Stop crying long enough to tell me why. Why can't you go back?"
"Because I will stab him. I will kill him Andrea. I know I will. I will black out and he will have thirty five stab wounds by the time I am done."
"You two still haven't gotten your shit together?" Andrea asked. She knew of Rick Grimes from her and Michonne's college days. Grimes would come to visit Michonne often. Andrea knew that Rick was married and that alone made her not like him much. There was no reasoning with the two of them at any point.
"I am going to kill him. He broke my heart right now. Oh my god, he broke my heart." Michonne sobbed almost uncontrollably.
"Michonne! Where are you?"Andrea was worried. She was already in her car driving, all she needed was the exact location to be there for her friend.
"I am at the airport terminal in Nevada. He didn't come. He didn't get on the plane. I can't even get this rental. I can't stop fucking crying. I want to die right now. Like walk right in front of an unsuspecting car."
"Wait there. I am coming for you. Wait there. I will find you. I am five minutes away."
"Wait...he's calling me..."
"Michonne... Michonne...Where are you?"
"Where do you think I am Rick?"
"Michonne-"
"Where do you think I am? Where in the fuck do you think I am...huh?"
"You're cryin?"
"No, I'm practicing. I'm practicing for the show I am going to put on at your funeral. I pray to God I don't get to crazy. I want them to have an open casket so your family and friends can see your face one last time."
"What are you talking about woman?"
"I am going to kill you Rick. Get the restraining order now."
"Fuck, Michonne."
"I'm done with you. I am done. I have to be or I will kill you."
I know you are mad-."
Michonne disconnected the call. She was done. She was so very done.
...
She was his first redhead. Her natural scent in her neck didn't bother him; she was similar to Lori, his ex-wife, in physique and the way she kissed. Freckles. Rick held his phone in one hand while he palmed the flat ass that was straddling him. They were both fully clothed still, and he couldn't seem to take things to the next level. Michonne was texting as if he called her.
Michonne was up to her shit again. They broke it off for two days over a misunderstanding about whether he was divorcing or separating from Lori. Lori had it on Facebook that they were going through a trial separation when Rick had told Michonne he was divorcing. Michonne told him to fuck off. He loathed when Michonne would tell him, or speak to him in such a way to indicate that she could care less as if no love lost.
He found himself with the redhead from the gas station that practically jumped his bones when he finally seemed receptive to her flirting.
"Can you put the phone down?" The redhead wanted all of his attention.
"I have to check. Hold up." Rick did not want his phone out of his sight. Michonne had sent him something. He had a unique ringtone for Michonne.
"No, you do not." The redhead pressed down on his jean covered dick. She tongued him passionately, snatching the phone out of his hands to place it on the side table next to the couch.
Michonne had just sent Rick a picture of her laying on her stomach in a pair of white lacy underwear. He had no idea how Michonne managed a shot like it, and he knew her ass from any who's beautiful black ass is this police line-up.
His phone vibrated again, and he reached. The redhead grabbed his hand to prevent him from picking up his phone.
"It could be Carl, my son." Rick tried to suggest. The redhead relented.
It wasn't. It was another picture of Michonne in the middle of the bed on her knees with her right hand going down in her underwear. Was she fingering herself?
Michonne: Sorry Rick. That photo wasn't for you. :)
The redhead found herself on the floor watching him grab his keys and squeeze his phone so tight as he made his way out of her apartment slamming her door out of sheer frustration.
...
Andrea was holding Michonne's dreads from out of her toilet bowl. She gently rubbed her back until she had finished. She waited until Michonne had freshened up to resume their conversation.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"I can't keep anything down I am so upset. I am upset with myself. I am upset with him. I am upset that I flew all the way out here like a fool. I feel like a total idiot."
"You are not a fool, Michonne. Don't say that. You were not, and you are not. Even I don't understand this thing you and Rick had over each other but I witnessed it, and I could see that it was crazy, electrifying, crazy, magnetic, explosive and crazy. The word fool doesn't even play a part to describe what moved you two to keep coming together. I wouldn't use that word when you two had so much history. So much."
"He sucked at American History in high school," Michonne recalled fondly a memory that happened in her bedroom to help him memorize all the President in order which starts with Washington and the washing machine.
"You've got to let him go and allow him to do his own thing. You need to do your own thing and keep doing it. You can't let him distract you. It seens like you are still stuck and you been stuck for 15 years, Michonne."
"I'm not stuck anymore. I'm not. I'm done."
"Good."
"I have two girlfriends on the way. I hope you don't mind. Sasha and Rosita. They are on the next flight."
"I have plenty of room. Would love to have a girls weekend. I haven't done that in years. They aren't uptight?"
"Rosita can be, but you have a nice wardrobe and home. She will like you."
...
"Look at the Three Stooges. All three of you playing Deputy in Kings County?"
"We have badges," said Daryl. "We ain't playing."
"If the three of you gone then who's watching over that sleepy ass town?"
"There's way more than just us three, Abe, you should know, you slept there."
"Had I stepped on your toes at some point in time in Highschool, and the ache is still bothering you?" Abraham eyed Daryl."
"Nah. I just don't like you is all. I Didn't then. Don't now."
"Well, I guess that ends this class reunion on the same note for you."
"Abe is coming with us" Rick revealed. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked like shit. The fight the night before and the stress of not being where he needed to be hours ago made him look like a man who had got his ass served some very terrible news.
"Where?" Daryl wanted clarity. He was hoping he misheard.
"To Vegas."
"Why?" Daryl wanted to make sure what he heard was crystal clear to the reasoning of why Abraham was joining them.
Abraham answered in place of Rick, "Because, I haven't hung out with a bunch of guys my age since, shit. Everyone I know tied down to a mortgage and a pregnant witch with a broom. No offense to you, Ricardo, you ain't married yet and Michonne ain't pregnant. Michonne ain't pregnant, right?"
...
"I thought we were going to spend time in Vegas. This isn't Vegas." Rosita remarked.
"Michonne is having a hard time."
"She couldn't have a hard time at the Casino?"
"Are you going to support or not?"
Rosita sighed and parked the rental vehicle in the driveway of the townhome that belonged to Andrea.
"If all goes well maybe she is cheered up enough we can make our way to Vegas, which isn't too far." Sasha offered a glimmer of hope.
"We got into a fight with some crazy bitches last night. We barely get a confirmation of whether or not she and Rick were fucking around while he was married to that anorexic chick that threw the wine on me when she meant to aim for Michonne. Everything is starting to make sense. All this time I thought I knew everything about Michonne. I had Michonne ex-husband Morgan asking me if I knew...He said it was someone from Michonne high school days and the only person I could think of at the time was Mike. Ugh! I've got myself pissed off again."
"Whatever is going on with Michonne, she is having a hard time. We have an idea. The fight last night gave us a clue that she has been messing around with the town Deputy for some time now. I am still her girl. I still have her back. We have always been there for each other. No matter, Rosita. Remember the pregnancy scare."
"Mine or hers?"
"Ours. But hers. She had two. We were there for her each time. Each time it was negative, and we celebrated like crazy."
"There was a third time, Sasha," Rosita revealed.
"No. It was twice. High school after prom and the second year of college."
"Third one was two weeks ago."
"Two weeks ago? Where was I?"
"Out of the country on business."
"And?"
"She's pregnant."
...
"Well, I would say if you stopped crying long enough you would have seen that beautiful Spanish piece of ass in first class. Wait no...it wasn't the tears that prevented you from seeing it was the Ambien."
"I didn't want any. I didn't take any." Rick dismissed Abe's assertions as he walked up the aisle to where Daryl and Shane sat together knocked out.
"So those weren't Ambien-induced tears?" Abraham persisted.
"Daryl! Shane! The plane has landed. Wake up. Abraham spotted Rosita. Fuck. Come on. Wake up." Rick hit the back of the empty seats in front of the two hoping to startle them awake.
"I see nothing changed with those two Fucktards." Abraham shook his head at Shane and Daryl trying to figure out where they were and why they were strapped in on the airplane. The two were not entirely lucid, and it took a while for them to collect themselves as they un-boarded the aircraft.
The foursome waited for an SUV-sized rental vehicle and scouted for any sight of Rosita. They all remembered sexy Rosita. Well, three were looking for Rosita. Rick was making call after call to Michonne. She didn't answer. She didn't respond to any of his texts. He didn't care that they were listening to him as he spoke into the phone. This plea could not wait. This plea had to be pled, or he would lose his mind.
"I'm going to find you Michonne. I have no fucking idea where you are but I will find you and when I do I am not letting go. I've done too much crazy shit. Been through too much stupid shit with you to go the rest of my fucking life without you. I am not doing it. You are going to have to kill me to stop me from loving you and making you my wife. You are the one for me 'Chonne. I should have asked you to Prom even if you were going to turn me down for that punk ass Mike. I should have. I am not making that mistake this time. I want you to be my wife, 'Chonne. I want to sit up in bed and watch television with you. I will even watch Lifetime and eat that buttery ass popcorn you like. I want to buy that hammock for two we were looking at a couple of months back. I think it would be real nice on the back deck just like you said. We can look out at the stars in the sky like we use to do when I visited you in college, and then you went off to the more expensive college. I'm okay with starting a family too down the road. You have to be sure that it is what you want, Michonne. Just because you ask me about my thoughts on having more kids and I didn't answer you wasn't me saying, no. I wasn't saying no. The idea of a little me mixed with a little you makes my heart go right into my throat, as it is doing right now...makes me emotional to think about it. It would make me happy. Very happy. I want to experience every dull moment with you, from shoe shopping to waiting for you to finish getting your eyebrows done. You will be more than my lover, friend, the future mother of my children, my wife-"
"I thought we were going to spend time in Vegas. This isn't Vegas." Daryl surmised quickly.
Abraham pulls alongside the vehicle that Rosita was driving. He had tailed her to the townhouse. Daryl and Shane sat in the backseat still dumbstruck over the magnitude of this heartfelt voicemail left by the man that they realized they didn't know shit about; Rick was a stranger to them.
"Make sure your friend takes more Ambien next time, increased his intelligence by ten folds from what I remember in high school." Abraham chuckled.
"Where the fuck did Rosita lead us?" Daryl wondered aloud ignoring Abe comment.
"To Michonne." Rick got out of the Lincoln Navigator and climbed the stairs just a couple of minutes after Rosita and Sasha
"He got some intense shit for this, Michonne." Abraham shook his head.
"Should we get out?" Shane asked.
"Nah. Safer to spectate from a distance." Daryl suggested, "Let those two have at each other. Don't need to be standing around too close. Without fucking warning Kapow KAboom."
"That blonde at the door is hot!" Shane stretched to see clearly.
"I thought the woman with Rosita looked familiar. She's from King's County High you think?" Daryl asked trying to remember if he could place her in his memory.
"I don't know."
"Hot damn he got it bad for Michonne. Look at him. What love story is this we watching? Anyone got a remote so I can change the fucking channel?" Abraham reached his balled hand to the backseat and received two fist bumps from Shane and Daryl.
...
"Hi, I am Andrea."
"I'm Sasha. This is Rosita."
"Hi, Rosita."
"You have a nice house. I like your shirt."
"Thank you. Come in. Michonne is in the living-room. She's listening to the newest voicemail that came in from Rick.
...I should have asked you to Prom even if you were going to turn me down for that punk ass Mike. I should have. I am not making that mistake this time. I want you to be my wife, 'Chonne. I want to sit up in bed and watch television with you. I will even watch Lifetime and eat that buttery ass popcorn you like. I want to buy that hammock for two we were looking at a couple of months back. I think it would be real nice on the back deck just like you said. We can look out at the stars in the sky like we use to do when I visited you in college, and then you went off to the more expensive college. I'm okay with starting a family down the road. You have to be sure that it is what you want, Michonne. Just because you ask me about my thoughts on having more kids and I didn't answer you, it wasn't me saying, no. I wasn't saying no. The idea of a little me mixed with a little you makes my heart go right into my throat, as it is doing right now...makes me emotional to think about it. It would make me happy. Very happy. I want to experience every dull moment with you, from shoe shopping to waiting for you to finish getting your eyebrows done. You will be more than my lover, friend, the future mother of my children, my wife. You are my everything. More than any man could ever dare to want in one woman I found in you. Mine. My Michonne."
"Wow." Sasha sat down next to Michonne who looked like she had been crying.
"That is the Rick from high school?" Rosita found it hard to believe that the boy she remembered had morphed into a man.
"Wow." Andrea was blown away by the heartfelt the message. She was just about to offer refreshments when her doorbell rang. Seconds later it rang again and again and again. "Do you think-"
"Yes. It is Rick, and if you don't answer it, he will go to level 10."
"How does he know?"
"He knows his chocolate chip." Michonne shrugged.
"I told you that black Lincoln Navigator from the airport was following us, Sasha."
Andrea went to her front door and opened, and Rick immediately stopped pressing the doorbell.
"Long time, Deputy." Andrea greeted.
"Hi, Andrea."
"What brings you this way?"
"Michonne." Rick responded simply.
"Nothing has changed has it?"
"Can't say it has."
"Well, this time it may have changed for Michonne. She's not going any -"
"Michonne if you are in there come on out and let's go!" Rick shouted loud and clear.
"I have to get my bags, Rick!" Michonne shouted back loud and clear.
"Michonne-"Andrea was surprised to hear Michonne's response.
"You making it that easy?" Sasha asked.
"What the hell?" Rosita sat back and watched her friend grab her two suitcases and make way to the front door.
"That man outside got on a damn airplane for me. I am not about to ask for much more from him." Michonne said to the two women that sat in the living-room stunned. She went to the front door. Andrea moved out of her way.
"Michonne, I love you." Rick stepped closer to Michonne as she stepped closer to him.
"I love you too, baby."
"This thing we're doing is forever?"
"Forever," Michonne confirmed. She let go of one of the handles of her suit case and lightly touched the black and blue cut above his eyebrow.
"I got Elvis. I got him. If we leave now, I suppose we can make it on time."
"We don't have a ring, Rick."
"I got the ring, Michonne."
"Then let's get to Vegas, get married and prepare for our baby."
"Michonne?"
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
"You?"
"I will be your wife. Mother of your child. Your everything."
"My Everything."
"I told you, Rosita, we will eventually get to Vegas." Sasha stood and motioned for Rosita to head to the car because the two lovebirds would need someone to drive them to Elvis.
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A/N: My one shot turned into a two shot. LOL.
