Disclaimer: Same thing i've been saying for the last...7 chapters?.
A/N: So yeah. Idk. Like i said, i need to do at least a teeny bit of humor.Anyway, i've got a few twists up my sleeve. Oh wait..don't have any.
Chapter 8: Ya know what I'm sayin?
They drove around their beat-up truck in an all-black neighborhood in which some people refer to as the 'bad part of town'. King was behind the wheel, muttering quietly to himself as he checked the address again.
Spence sat on the passenger seat, shifting uncomfortably, legs fidgeting like a drummer on meth.
"We're lost." Spence said quietly.
"No we're not."
"Yes we are"
"No we're not." King assured him.
They drove around in silence and then, "Okay. Maybe a little"
King spotted a homeless black man on the corner. "Look"
Spence looked at the direction to which King was looking at, he shuddered at the size of the man, "Ya sure you wanna pull over?"
King answered his question by pulling over, "Hey, uh, man. Can you help us, we're sort of lost."
The black man said, "Where do you wanna go, man, ya know what I'm sayin?"
"Yes, I know what your saying."
"Where ya tryin to get to, ya know what I'm sayin?"
"Ya. I know what your saying"
"You the first motherfucker ever to come around here, ya know what I'm sayin?"
"I know what your saying."
"What are you trying to say bitch, ya know what I'm sayin?"
"Ye--"
Spence covered King's mouth before he potentially got them killed.
"Shut the hell up, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'm saying?" Spence yelled back.
"You best get the fuck outta here before I put bash your brains out, you know what I'm sayin!"
King and Spence together, "We know what your saying."
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
Ashley Zinthos closed her eyes and smiled at the sound of the early morning radio. Songs had always soothed her. She turned her face up into the scalding spray of water, rinsing the dirt from her body.
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone
She turned off the shower, listening happily, her heart beating as lively as always. She stood for a moment, her body glistening with drops of water as she reached out for the bathrobe and put it on, using a towel to dry her hair off.
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
She slowly stepped into the bedroom. Throwing the towel onto the bed, she sat down in front of the mirror and started brushing her hair, watching her reflection. She was twenty-nine years old, impish, vivacious, and daring. She was half smoldering, half firecracker. Her face was puckishly hear shaped, her eyes were a mischievous brown, her figure alluring with faded red hair.
"Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah." she sang along, her voice one of a kind and beautiful, sultry and sensuous, she was in the middle of actually having a nice life when she stopped on hearing a sound. Footsteps?
She turned off the radio but instead, the 'X-files' theme started playing. She lowered the volume and paused, listening, her heart pounding. Silence. She stood up and cautiously walked over to the front door, a butcher knife hidden behind her back. She turned the knob and opened the door, her mouth suddenly so dry. Standing there was a strong-looking man, he was wearing a plain white shirt and some baggy pants. And damn! He was handsome!
"C-can I help you?"
He looked up from the piece of paper he held and glanced at her. His eyes…something about his eyes suddenly made him trusting and her comfortable. There was…this fuzzy, warm feeling. For a moment there, she had almost forgotten about the butcher knife.
"Ashley?"
She smiled and thought, Hello.
"Zinthos. Ashley Zinthos?" Ashley swallowed.
"Yes." She wondered how he found her address. She was never seen this man before but…it felt as though she had known him her whole life.
"Oh, finally." He sighed then he started to laugh, "You don't know how long we've been looking."
"We?" she repeated.
Someone honked the horn and he looked over his shoulder, giving the other guy a dirty look.
"Yeah, we." he turned back to face her, he peered inside, "Nice place you have. Do you mind if we talk for a little while?"
She wanted to say no but then the opposite had come out,
"Yes."