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Date Posted: 15:41:10 07/01/02 Mon
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MizzB2Klyfe
's message, "Re: ~*Why I Love You*~" on 15:35:53 07/01/02 Mon
(The next morning, 4 o’clock in the morning, there was a knock at the front door. Turns out it was B2K’s limo driver, picking them up so they can get their things from the hotel and go to the airport. Their flight was 7:45 so they had to rush.)
Bridget: (sleepily) so ya’ll not gon come back to say ‘bye?
Jarell: Yea, of course! We just gon take a shower, check out, then come back here aiight? (They all give lil hugs)
Mario: Yo, where Omari at? Omari!!
Druex: Probably had to take a leak.
(At last, Omari comes bustling down the stairs with his backpack, saying he ready to go.)
Jarell: ‘bout time.
(O gives Tiff and Bridget a quick hug and walk out the door wit da rest of B2K. Bridget and Tiff went back to sleep, but woke back up to get ready for school. They got dressed and cleaned downstairs up cuz they left it a mess before Bridget’s mama came home. Sooner than later, B2K arrived to say goodbye to da gurls. One by one, da fellas hug the gurls and say their goodbye. When it came to Bridget, she got big ol’ bear hugs from all of them. Druex gave her a kiss on her cheek, but it felt so good to Bridget. She doesn’t know who she has a crush on, but right now she feelin’ Druex. She didn’t want to get her hopes up and her heart broken so she chilled out. When Jarell hugged Tiff, it was a big ol’ hug, but she didn’t take his actions towards to her personally. He is a boy and boys love to flirt when they have the chance, so she ignored it. She tried her best to ignore Omari cuz she doesn’t trust herself around him. Those eyes are hypnotizing. But when he hugged her and he breathed on her neck, chills flew up and down her spine. She didn’t know what was going on. All this time she’s been hiding her feelings, how she really feels, but she’s not gonna show it. She’s afraid to be hurt and she refuses to. They drew away from their hug, and everyone said their goodbyes again. Bridget and Tiffany stood at the front door, waving, watching B2K go into the limo and drive away. They close the door, looking so pitiful cuz they miss them so much…but oh well! *Lol I’m playing* At least they still can talk to them on the internet.)
~*~Well, for the past couple of months, B2K kept in touch wit Bridget and Tiff by e-mailing, writing letters, calling once in a while, and sending videotapes. Da fellas, again, got the opportunity to go on tour wit Isyss, IMx (of course), Solange and Jhene from January to April. So, Tiff and Bri didn’t really communicate wit them during that time. Nevertheless, B2K still remembered their ‘lil sisters.’ ~*~
*Flashback*
A couple days after B2K left, Mrs. Smithton’s class, Tiff found a folded sheet of paper in her Jansport. It was a letter; in poem form, but it barely rhymed. It goes a lil something like this:
I don’t know any other way to say this
But I’m feelin’ you
I hope you feelin’ me too
I can’t sleep at night ‘cause when I close my eyes
All I see is your face
I can’t eat ‘cause I see your face in my plate
I’m molding my potato salad to look like your coca bottle shape
Making every bite last as if I can really taste you
I’m feenin’ to taste your sweet juicy lips and wide curvy hips…
I don’t know what you’re thinking ‘cause you bury your true feelings under that big heart of yours
What’s da matter girl? Are you afraid you might get hurt?
Naw naw, ‘cause when I look in your eyes I get weak in the knees and I wanna give my whole world to you.
I hope you feel the same
Cuz I’m really feelin’ you
You’re giving me mixed signals, don’t know if I should make a move
To make you mine
You da type to make a ni99a take you home to mama
Beg to rub your back, beg to cook you spaghetti, and beg to make you cum
So da next time we meet
I hope you give me that one look
To make me know that you’re feelin’ me
Cuz I’m feelin’ you
Signed,
Anonymous
TIME OUT~*Writer’s note: Hey ya’ll! It’s meeee, Ryan! Bear wit me if I make any mistakes or wrong names. Umm, I’ma change my style of writing. If you’ve noticed, I wrote in a narrator’s point of view. Now, I’ma change it and every now and then, I’ll write it from either Tiffany’s or Bridget’s point of view. Right now, I’ma write it in Tiffany’s point of view aiight? So I’ma say stuff like how she feels from her point of view. So when you see ~*____*~ that means Tiff or Bridget is saying how they feel or whateva. I hope ya’ll like it so far, despite da previous corny chapters. Continuing…*~TIME IN
(Damn that was deep! Who da hell…? Maybe this was some mistake. Maybe it’s one of them chain letters or something. Could it be someone at school? Naw naw, somebody f**king around with me. I don’t know what the f**k is going on. I’ma talk to Bridget ‘bout this.)
~*Da bell rings and she puts the letter back in her bag and goes to her next class*~
After school, at Tiffany’s crib…
Tiffany and Bridget are in Tiff’s room, doing homework, but jamming to sum music at the same time.
Tiffany: Ay, yo Bridget, I found this letter in my bag today. Tell me what you think. (She hands her letter. Bridget reads it and reads it, and reads it again.)
Bridget: Yo, this sh** is tight Tiff! As it says this person is really feelin’ you, but is too scurred to sign his name. I know who wrote this, no questions asked.
Tiffany: Who?
Bridget: (precise) Omari.
Tiffany: (scoffs) Bridget, how did O get in this? Didn’t I tell you before he doesn’t like me?
And besides, it could be a fake thang, somebody messin’ wit me.
Bridget: I know that this is from Omari. One: he said you give him mixed signals…hol up that’s Jarell. Okay, two…he said the next time we meet. It couldn’t be a ni99a at school cuz you see them every damn day. So that means he gon see you da next time they visit or something. So, it gots ta be one of dem. Well, I think it’s Omari. I see the way he looks at you. And plus... (Trying to make up something) he mentioned food and ya know you and him were talking ‘bout pizza wit pineapples on it.
Tiffany: Bridget, that’s da stupidest thang I have ever heard. (They bust out laughing.)
Tiffany: I don’t know dawg. I’m not gon get sprung over no damn letter. But don’t tell nobody ‘bout this.
Bridget: Okay slave master. (Laughs and gives her back her letter.)
Bridget: Ay that means don’t give any of dem crazy looks, ya know. Cuz that’s what Anonymous (sarcastically) said for you to do.
Tiffany: Yo whatever. F**k this sh**. (Puts it in her night table.)
Bridget: Ay, let’s go on the internet right quick. I wanna see something.
Tiffany: I don’t care. Go on.
(Bridget logs on and no doubt about it, Omari was online. He IMed Bridget and told he to turn on her web cam. So she did.)
Bridget: Heyyyyy!!!! OMG! How ya been dawg? Where the rest of the crew at?
Omari: Yo ‘sup Bridget! Oh, da fellas went to get something to eat.
Bridget: Awwww. Tell them hi when they get back.
Omari: so what’s going on?
Bridget: Nothing much since ya’ll left. Me and Tiff was just studying, ya know how we do.
Omari: Oh Tiff there? (He looks in the back, like he didn’t know. It’s her s/n!)
Bridget: Yea. Ay Tiff! Omari’s here.
~*I know she did that on purpose. I’ma get her bighead.*~
(Tiff gets up off the bed and walks over to the computer. Bridget says ‘see ya later’ to Omari and goes back to her work wit a big ol’ smile on her damn face.)
Tiffany: Hey!! What’s up boy? What’s good wit you?
Omari: (looking at her to read her face) ‘Sup gurl! What’s good wit me? What’s up wit you?
Tiffany: Well, I’m aiight, ya know, hanging in there.
Omari: (still looking at her) okay, good to hear.
~*Why is he looking at me like that? He tryin’ to read my facial expressions. Well I’m known for not being able to tell what I’m thinkin’ so…bad luck for him. He looks so cute today in his red Nautica shirt. Stop that Tiff. I don’t wanna fall for him. It would be too complicated anywayz.*~
Tiffany: So they fellas went to get something to eat huh? Why didn’t you go wit them?
Omari: Well, I just wanna stay home and I decided to check up on ya’ll. See what ya’ll up to. I miss you. (Gives Tiff the puppy eyes)
Tiffany: I miss ya’ll too.
(They continue talking)
~*da present*~....
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