c. All N My Grill belongs to Melissa "Missy" Elliott and Try Again belongs to Aaliyah- RIP.
Authors Note: Hey people. I noticed that my reviews have dropped quite a bit so I think I may have to drop this story too. If you want it to continue just take ten seconds out to leave a review at the end. If not...
A Different World
Chapter 13
Angie's Apartment
Angie stalked around her kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards one by one. Finally opening the fridge she sorted through old Chinese take out containers and other inedible things before finally settling on a beer. She headed to the bathroom and ran a bath while she sipped her drink. After removing her jacket and dumping it on the floor she reached into the medicine cabinet, pulled out the rows of pill bottles and dumped them in the sink. Reaching into the back of it she proceeded to pull away a portion of wall and remove a glass crack pipe. She stared at it for a moment before picking up her jacket and pulling out the plastic bag she had acquired at Crash. She placed both items down on the sink and contemplated what to do next.
While Angie busied herself in the bathroom, a figure made their way silently around her apartment. After taking time to look at photos of Angie and an older woman as well as some of Max and the gang hung up along the walls the figure headed for the bathroom. Peeking through unnoticed they watched her intently while she stood over the bathroom sink, her back turned and head down.
Angie continued to stare down at the objects she had laid out. 'Okay,' she thought to herself, 'if you do this now you know there's no turning back. You saw what happened last time, you almost lost everything... again. Are you willing to risk it all for a little buzz. Fuck, why is it so hard for you to deal? You're not the most victimized person on this god forsaken planet so, what? What are you gonna do?'
With a tear streaming down her cheek, she picked up the crack pipe and hurled across the bathroom where it shattered into hundreds of pieces. "Shit." She exclaimed, breathing heavily. She then picked up the plastic and poured the contents down the sink. "That was a good, sensible waste of money now wasn't it you fucking idiot."
"I got a little worried for a second there." Max stated, finally making herself known and standing just inside the doorway with her arms crossed.
Angie spun around wide-eyed. "Shit!" After a moment she realised who it was, relaxed and replied, "O ye of little faith." Max smiled in return. "Where's your boy?"
"I left him at Crash with everybody. I just thought I'd see where you disappeared to and you know knocking's never been my style."
Angie laughed at that and then remembered the bath tub as it began to overflow. "Shit." She said turning it off and pulling out the plug to drain some of the water.
"You seem to be saying that a lot lately." Max smirked.
"Yeah well, you know, shit happens right?"
"Right." After a moments pause Max continued. "Well, I better go back before Alec runs from Crash screaming."
"Okay. I'll be all right here." Angie reassured.
"I know." Max smiled and left as silently as she came in.
Angie stood in the bathroom staring at her reflection for a moment before smiling to herself. Removing her shirt she walked back into the living room and turned on the stereo. Looking through her CD collection she decided to put on the CD that Flip had given her that day. The upbeat sounds of Missy Elliott wafted through the apartment as she shed the rest of her clothes in a trail to the bathroom. Picking up her beer she settled herself in the warmth of the tub and closed her eyes as she rested her head on the rim behind her.
After a few minutes of relaxation Angie was awoken to the sound of her stereo stopping. She gazed through the door but couldn't see anything so assumed that the CD wasn't in the greatest condition and stopped on it's own. Angie was startled again when the stereo started again playing a different song. Instead of Missy Elliott's 'All N My Grill', Aaliyah's 'Try Again' drifted through the apartment. Stepping out of the bath, Angie wrapped herself in a towel after realizing that she had left most of her clothes scattered around the apartment. She picked up her razor and headed to the living room cautiously. The sight that greeted her was less than expected. Ben stood staring at the photos that lined the walls and bobbing his head to the music.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Angie fumed.
"I really like this song. If at first you don't succeed, dust yourself off and try again. You can dust it off and try again, try again." He sang along to the music.
"You didn't answer my question." Angie said trying to stay mad but finding it really hard with him singing out of key like he was.
"Yes I did." He smirked. "Nice outfit by the way but I think you looked better with it off."
"You pervert!" She exclaimed picking up a pillow off the lounge and throwing it at his head. His words didn't have the effect she thought it would though. She found herself strangely flattered by this drop dead gorgeous man standing in front of her yet she should be furious. Nope... that definitely wasn't fury she was feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"If I wasn't genetically engineered that may have hurt!" He said in mock hurt. "Do you want to hurt me? Is that what you were going to do with that?" He asked her pointing to the razor in her hand. His eyes held a sudden seriousness and then he laughed hysterically. "What were you planning on doing with that anyway? Dazzling you intruder with your hair removal skills?"
She stared at the razor and then placed it on her coffee table. 'No what I really want to do is drop my towel, rip off your clothes and fuck your brains out.' She thought to herself. "What do you want Ben?" She asked exasperated with herself for thinking things she shouldn't.
"I wanted to apologize."
"Apologize? For what?" She asked, the confusion evident on her pretty features.
"I was a jerk this afternoon. I shouldn't have pushed like I did so I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted. You can go now." 'Or you can stay', her thoughts asserted, getting the better of her again.
"Okay." He said in defeat.
As he headed toward the door Angie spun around and called, "Wait! You want a drink or something?"
"Sure."
Authors Note: Hey people. I noticed that my reviews have dropped quite a bit so I think I may have to drop this story too. If you want it to continue just take ten seconds out to leave a review at the end. If not...
A Different World
Chapter 13
Angie's Apartment
Angie stalked around her kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards one by one. Finally opening the fridge she sorted through old Chinese take out containers and other inedible things before finally settling on a beer. She headed to the bathroom and ran a bath while she sipped her drink. After removing her jacket and dumping it on the floor she reached into the medicine cabinet, pulled out the rows of pill bottles and dumped them in the sink. Reaching into the back of it she proceeded to pull away a portion of wall and remove a glass crack pipe. She stared at it for a moment before picking up her jacket and pulling out the plastic bag she had acquired at Crash. She placed both items down on the sink and contemplated what to do next.
While Angie busied herself in the bathroom, a figure made their way silently around her apartment. After taking time to look at photos of Angie and an older woman as well as some of Max and the gang hung up along the walls the figure headed for the bathroom. Peeking through unnoticed they watched her intently while she stood over the bathroom sink, her back turned and head down.
Angie continued to stare down at the objects she had laid out. 'Okay,' she thought to herself, 'if you do this now you know there's no turning back. You saw what happened last time, you almost lost everything... again. Are you willing to risk it all for a little buzz. Fuck, why is it so hard for you to deal? You're not the most victimized person on this god forsaken planet so, what? What are you gonna do?'
With a tear streaming down her cheek, she picked up the crack pipe and hurled across the bathroom where it shattered into hundreds of pieces. "Shit." She exclaimed, breathing heavily. She then picked up the plastic and poured the contents down the sink. "That was a good, sensible waste of money now wasn't it you fucking idiot."
"I got a little worried for a second there." Max stated, finally making herself known and standing just inside the doorway with her arms crossed.
Angie spun around wide-eyed. "Shit!" After a moment she realised who it was, relaxed and replied, "O ye of little faith." Max smiled in return. "Where's your boy?"
"I left him at Crash with everybody. I just thought I'd see where you disappeared to and you know knocking's never been my style."
Angie laughed at that and then remembered the bath tub as it began to overflow. "Shit." She said turning it off and pulling out the plug to drain some of the water.
"You seem to be saying that a lot lately." Max smirked.
"Yeah well, you know, shit happens right?"
"Right." After a moments pause Max continued. "Well, I better go back before Alec runs from Crash screaming."
"Okay. I'll be all right here." Angie reassured.
"I know." Max smiled and left as silently as she came in.
Angie stood in the bathroom staring at her reflection for a moment before smiling to herself. Removing her shirt she walked back into the living room and turned on the stereo. Looking through her CD collection she decided to put on the CD that Flip had given her that day. The upbeat sounds of Missy Elliott wafted through the apartment as she shed the rest of her clothes in a trail to the bathroom. Picking up her beer she settled herself in the warmth of the tub and closed her eyes as she rested her head on the rim behind her.
After a few minutes of relaxation Angie was awoken to the sound of her stereo stopping. She gazed through the door but couldn't see anything so assumed that the CD wasn't in the greatest condition and stopped on it's own. Angie was startled again when the stereo started again playing a different song. Instead of Missy Elliott's 'All N My Grill', Aaliyah's 'Try Again' drifted through the apartment. Stepping out of the bath, Angie wrapped herself in a towel after realizing that she had left most of her clothes scattered around the apartment. She picked up her razor and headed to the living room cautiously. The sight that greeted her was less than expected. Ben stood staring at the photos that lined the walls and bobbing his head to the music.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Angie fumed.
"I really like this song. If at first you don't succeed, dust yourself off and try again. You can dust it off and try again, try again." He sang along to the music.
"You didn't answer my question." Angie said trying to stay mad but finding it really hard with him singing out of key like he was.
"Yes I did." He smirked. "Nice outfit by the way but I think you looked better with it off."
"You pervert!" She exclaimed picking up a pillow off the lounge and throwing it at his head. His words didn't have the effect she thought it would though. She found herself strangely flattered by this drop dead gorgeous man standing in front of her yet she should be furious. Nope... that definitely wasn't fury she was feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"If I wasn't genetically engineered that may have hurt!" He said in mock hurt. "Do you want to hurt me? Is that what you were going to do with that?" He asked her pointing to the razor in her hand. His eyes held a sudden seriousness and then he laughed hysterically. "What were you planning on doing with that anyway? Dazzling you intruder with your hair removal skills?"
She stared at the razor and then placed it on her coffee table. 'No what I really want to do is drop my towel, rip off your clothes and fuck your brains out.' She thought to herself. "What do you want Ben?" She asked exasperated with herself for thinking things she shouldn't.
"I wanted to apologize."
"Apologize? For what?" She asked, the confusion evident on her pretty features.
"I was a jerk this afternoon. I shouldn't have pushed like I did so I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted. You can go now." 'Or you can stay', her thoughts asserted, getting the better of her again.
"Okay." He said in defeat.
As he headed toward the door Angie spun around and called, "Wait! You want a drink or something?"
"Sure."