"Alright, Raven-hawk are you at the pool? Over", as Kendall spoke into the walkie-talkie, hiding behind some plants in the hallway of the 5th floor; the same floor where he shares an apartment with his three best friends, baby sister, and mother. Waiting near the elevator.
"Raven-hawk here. I'm indeed at the pool, Steel Knight. Over", Logan's voice boomed through the walkie-talkie. Logan hiding behind some heavy plants near the pool; absolute incognito – with a distinctive tree hat to help the camouflage.
"Okay, now Helmet Head, are you down at the lobby? Over", Kendall spoke once again into the walkie-talkie. "Helmet Head here. I'm down in the lobby, Steel Knight. Over", Carlos whispering into the walkie-talkie, hiding next to the vending machine, squeezed in the narrow corner.
"Good. Now Egotistical Asshole, are you at the lobby elevator? Over", Kendall snickered through the walkie-talkie, making the other two chuckle hard at the jab; Ave to hear it through the static connection.
"HA HA HA, very funny", putting aggressive emphasis on the 'ha ha ha's'. After each ha is a sarcastic pause. In-flared nostrils of frustration scrunched up James' face. "That's not my name! It's Adonis Diamond!", as he let of go the talk button on his walkie-talkie, there was a silence through the technical communication between all four spots.
"Hello?", James asked in his walkie-talkie, but still not a word.
But he knew what that silence meant.
"Ugh—Egostical Asshole is by the lobby elevator", still a silence fell upon the four cornered connection, James' rolled his eyes, releasing out a big frustrated sigh, "—over".
"Ah, you see? That wasn't too hard, over", Kendall spoke through the walkie-talkie, as he lurked throughout every hallway on each floor of the Palm Woods. For two days, the guys have been bothering James by calling him 'Egotistical Asshole' for his constant bragging about how he will get the new girl.
Two days.
Two days that the new girl has been here, and none of the guys haven't seen her yet.
"You know, stalking the new girl isn't a good idea", a feminine voice appeared behind Kendall, as he awaited near the elevator, hiding behind the wall; the wall that faces two elevators actually for better chance to bump into the new girl.
"It's the only way", Kendall replied back. "The only way?", Katie mimicked her older brother, "how so?", she questioned his sanity, with her eyebrow furrowed. "Katie, you saw her—you even said it—she's hot", Kendall's voice heavy with lust; practically crushing his walkie-talkie in his hand.
"I must admit–she is. She totally different from the rest of the girls here. A bit different than Lucy", as Katie said her final words 'a bit different than Lucy', she folded her arms, and pursed her lips together. But, in Katie's mind, when she did a little bit; she really meant: a whole a lot different.
Although, Lucy was a rocker – the last rocker to have moved here – this new rocker was on a whole different level of rock n' roll. This new girl can actually stomp on Lucy with just her black pumps. And Kendall knows that.
"GUYS, I THINK I FOUND HER!", Carlos practically screamed in his walkie-talkie, which frightened Kendall, and Katie; due to his screaming the static made a horrific after noise that made Kendall and Katie cringe—no doubt it made the others cringe as well.
"WHERE IS SHE?!", James screamed back, frantically looking in all directions.
"No, forget it. It's not her", Carlos' voice calmed down with disappointment, and embarrassment. "Ah, Carlos!", Logan whined over the walkie-talkie, "It's not my fault!", Carlos snapped back. "Wrong person, okay?!", Carlos continued, but with his loud mouth, it caused people to look his way; seeing him crunched up between two vending machines.
12:00 o' clock in the night.
The Palm Woods was empty, dark, quiet — fucking cold.
There stood a dark figure standing near the entrance of the five-leveled apartment building; the moonlight radiating off this figure's smooth chocolate skin.
Peeking from the shadow from the corner, was a face. There it was a woman.
Shivering from the nippy coat of the night; only attire on this woman is skimpy blue panties, a short-cut white shirt that has the legendary image of David Bowie in his iconic persona, Ziggy Stardust—and, barefooted.
Rubbing her legs together to gather some warmth - which was an failed attempt - feeling the cold sore through her feet; her toes feeling the coldest from the concrete floor. Her toenails painted black, and her hair messy; slowly transitioning from straight to her natural state of hair: massively curly.
Aggravation taking it's toll on her face; impatiently waiting with her arms crossed against her chest to keep warm, but it was another failed attempt. The fall season was mid-way to it's end, but that gives off a clue of winter being right around the corner.
A light from the distance caught this female's attention–a car coming to the Palm Woods. As the car kept coming closer, so did the woman coming out of the shadowy corner; but slowly.
It was a cab, with two men inside.
These men were different.
Quickly, they got out of the cab.
One with miniature spiked green mowhawk dressed in an sleeveless Dead Kennedys tee, leather pants that has muilpte silver chains attached, spiked bracelet, leather boots, and one arm covered in a sleeve of tattoos.
The other man behind him had an sleeveless Slayer tee, brushed back straight blonde hair, denim dark blue jeans, leather boots, had a Baphomet necklace dangling from his neck.
Both men having jaw-lines that can cut someone, and both with the most smoothest milkey skin; with lips that are glossy like the bad boys from 80s films - right after they kiss a girl. Both incredibly tall, no shorter than 6'0 ft. Also, the two men were masculine, but slender. Their muscles nicely fitted in their shirts.
The woman quickly ran towards them with glee. "You fuckers, you're finally here!", she shouted with joy, the sounds of her barefeet against the pavement echoed following her.
Pouncing on the green-haired one, he lifted her up for eye-contact by his hands on her thighs. "What took you so long?", she asked, as the man holding her began kissing her neck. The one with blonde hair was behind them, came closer to the woman's face, as she clung to the other man - looking at her momentarily with a sly smirk, and kissed her quickly, but pulled away; causing her to whine.
"No wait-", she pulled him back for another kiss, by her palm behind his head. Both lowly moaning, she pulled away from the deep kiss, "I haven't seen you two in two days, and I just get an dry-ass kiss?", her high-pitching her voice at the end, to mock him; causing the man who's still holding her to chuckle.
The blonde looked away, opening the trunk to retrieve their luggage. As he did, she turned to man with the mohawk; holding his face in her palms, and kissing him. This one had a piercing that was in the middle of his bottom lip—it looked the hoop one that goes on the side of the nostril. Kissing him, the tip of her tongues flicked on it, feeling the cool sensation of the piercing elevate through her mouth; chasing her to tingle all over.
"Well excuse me, little fuckhead. We were busying getting the rest of our shit", he aggressively took out their luggage, as the cab driver slightly honked for him to hurry up; but his tone was playful.
She pulled away momentarily from kissing, to stick her tongue out at him; and then returned to kissing.
'Now I'm the type of alien, who knows just what he wants'
Prince playing in the air of the trio's new apartment, as the trio laid in bed together–partially naked. The sexual three-way relationship that both men just focused on one woman; but that one woman focuses on both men—equally, and separately. How the relationship stays strong, and solid is the strong brotherhood between the two men–being able to share a woman who loves them back.
But—it's a weird relationship, that isn't bounded by strings. It isn't labeled as a relationship in the woman's mind for she has her few secretive outside escapades.
"Erykah, pass the whiskey", a slender caramel-pigmented hand reached for the half-full bottle from the floor. No bed frame, just a mattress. Handing the bottle to the green-haired man.
The apartment consisted of three rooms — the apartment was so big that it was partially constructed of two floors. Their apartment being paid for by their manager, Gustavo.
All three were in Erykah's bedroom. Her bedroom had lace silky purple curtains, that illuminated the bedroom with the moonlight shining through.
Silk black bed sheets, and silk purple pillow sheets.
The top floor having the three bedrooms for each individual, and the bottom being a roomy but, small studio that held all their instruments: from all types of guitars to the two different massive drum sets for unique drum snares.
The bottom floor had the kitchen, and the living room. "I like our new apartment, but it still needs a paint-job. Maybe instead of the walls being white, it can be black. What do you think, Cole?", Erykah turned to Cole, the one with the green mohawk, that looked gelled up, instead of shaving the sides of his scalp.
"True, it still has that colorful vibe", as he held her hand, playing and fidgeting with her slender fingers, that was gently rubbing his bare torso earlier. Cole facing her, but laying his head on her legs, as Erykah rested her head on the blonde's bare torso; having his forearm lazily wrapped around her bare chest, her breasts exposed – very little of brown nipples being covered by hair strands.
"What else should the new apartment have, Jack?", Erykah lifting her head up - her head still on his torso - he looked down on her, "uh, I'm not sure", he manvuered his mouth as in a frown– that meant, 'I don't know', but Erykah just smiled.
"I know what's missing", Erykah spoke lowly, as her finger-nails from her left hand grazed Jack's fore-arm. "What?", Cole asked, but with concern due to her face looking distraught. "Ah–I miss Adam", she sighed missing the band's former second bass guitarist.
It was meant for four people to be here, but their other bass guitarist left the band due to conflict of creativity directions for the band.
Both men sucking their teeth at her, causing her to srunch her nose up in offense; her sucking her teeth at them back. "Fuck him. He wanted to leave because he's a fucking pussy", Cole shouted, causing Erykah frowning with sadness.
"Fuck yeah man, always fucking complaining", Jack laughing but, with a serious tone. "Stop it guys, he wasn't all bad", she whined.
'We could be heroes - just for one day'
"Bowie", Erykah whispered, as their iPod shuffle was still playing through their distracting conversation. Her eyes out in space, thinking about the band's most beloved hero, and inspiration—David Bowie.
All three with sadness on their faces, still mourning over the death of Bowie. Just when Erykah was about to open her mouth to say something, there was a loud boom from next door.
All three jumping from the bed from fright, but jumping quickly to shield Erykah from any danger.
Realization came from them that, there was no immediate danger; both Cole, and Jack getting off her.
"What the fuck was that?!", Jack shouted, both men still holding Erykah. Erykah, no longer fazed from the loud bang from next door, she grabbed both men by their arms, who were ready to get out of the bed; brought them back to bed.
"Don't worry, it's just those fucking neighbors next door. For the past two days, they've been causing chaos. That's why I've been leaving the building really early, heading out from the back entrance of the building. I didn't want to bump into that freak-show", Erykah told both of them, as she giggled.
"How many people are living next door?", Cole asked in annoyance, "I'm not sure I think about - uh - four brothers, or something? I saw some of them rushing out of that apartment like animals one time when I was coming back from Roque Records, yesterday. I don't pay them much mind. It's at night that they're the loudest. Just a lot of shouting, and banging. I've been under incognito until you guys got here", she giggled, as Jack, and Cole laughed along with her.