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Here goes the first chapter! Hope you all enjoy my new version of my old story! Going to try and upload the MHA story tomorrow, if possible. It might be postponed though lol /
New York was a pretty nice place to look at during this time of the month…
Summer air tickled the skins of the population who were out and about on the streets, at the park, or doing their usual morning routines. Smells of delis, coffee shops, and various other scents wafted in the breeze, almost instantly ruffling the loose, curly locks of a girl walking down the sidewalk near Central Park.
Obsidian colored glasses perched snugly on a small and scrunched up nose, and her right hand was rapidly texting away at her smartphone. The girl’s outfit consisted of an oversized navy green and white t-shirt that read “BRUH” in the middle. Yoga pants that matched her specs perfectly, fit snugly against the curves of her shapely body. Silver hoops glittered in the sunlight as they hung from her mildly pierced ears. Her shoes, the only thing that didn’t seem to go with the “I didn’t want to get out of the hotel bed” theme, were a sleek pair of white Air Jordan 4’s. Her warm, chocolate skin nearly glistened, due to the amount of sweat that was building up on her skin from the anger of the sun.
As she still texted away, the girl began to feel her London Fog latte from the nearby Starbucks burn her left hand as she texted with an almost sickly vigor.
Okay, this whole mood of heat ain’t cute, she thought to herself. Hurrying to get out of the sun’s rays, she made a beeline to the entrance of the park and sought for some shade and a place to set aside her extremely hot, but much appreciated, tea.
aCelia, are you sure about this?
Yes, I am sure!
QUIT WORRYING >:/
…this is stupid, and you know it
Girl, you can litt fite me right now!
*sigh* I’m just worried about this.
Leaving home to go and see this
guy… this ain’t safe! Daddy is gonna
freak if he finds out. All becuz you say this
guy is a “freind”…
…. that is incorrect. It’s *friend
I KNOW THAT, I JUST CAUGHT IT!
IT WAS A TYPO
Uh huh, I know it was XP
UGH! Girl, I’m 22! I can handle this! I mean, you already know I’ve had the kickboxing courses with Seth and you BEST believe if there’s any trouble, I’m high-tailing it back to da HOUSE.
Come on, have faith in ya girl! You know I got this! Besides, you know if someone tried it, I’d cap they ass before they got me 😊
Celia, the only thing I’ve seen you cap was
the chocolate milk that you have in the
…. Kiss the entirety off my ass right N O W
L M M F A O! HA! GOT YA BITCH!
LOL ya damn duck. Choose ya words
wisely next time X’D
…YOU BETTA BE GLAD YOU IN TEXAS. I'D MOLLYWOP YOU SO BAD
You ain’t gon do SH E E E E T
Acelia profusely typed while locating a nice-looking, birch colored park bench and a matching colored picnic table under a shady tree. Setting her tea aside, she giggled to herself while trying to concoct a witty response to one-up her friend.
She knew this wasn’t her best idea that she’d ever come up with, but the curiosity and the thrill of an adventure outweighed the chilling idea of meeting someone that could possibly steal her away and harness her organs and sell them on the black market. As she was in the middle of writing a, in her opinion, a very suitable comeback, she received a call.
“Hello?” asked Acelia as she answered the phone.
“You shouldn’t go through with this Acelia. I’m being serious!”. Oh crap, now she’s resorted to calling her.
“K, I promise you, everything is going to be fine. Do you not believe in your bestie?”
“I believe more in shit that makes sense,” K snapped, “And motherfuckers kidnapping people and preying on others are what make sense nowadays. Now remind me again, how long have you guys been talking?” Acelia held her tongue for what seemed like an eternity until Kay interrupted her stunned silence and asked, “Well?”.
“Geez…! We’ve been talking for a year or so now, damn! I don’t see the big issue here”.
Yeah, she did.
“Besides, if anything goes wrong, once again there are other things I can depend on. I can go to the police station, I can back myself up with these sweet ass fighting moves that I so flawlessly inherited- “
“-let me finish! Damn!”, Acelia mumbled. “…rude af my dude”.
“Listen,” K began, “It doesn’t matter how many times you say that you’ll be fine, I’m gonna worry.”
After saying her piece, K went silent. Acelia could practically hear her wheels turning from thinking. After a few moments, however, K spoke up. Sighing, she began. “…are you somewhere public at least?”
Yes! Finally, she had given in!
Acelia smirked, relieved that this was finally over. “Yeah, I’m here in the park now”, Acelia replied breezily, swaying her feet from side to side while eyeing her tea longingly. Usually, she would have snuck in a few gulps while her confidant spoke, but K had a strict “no slurping in the ear” rule. While she let K process her answer, Acelia let her mind wander.
Man, how long is this gonna take? Did I do anything that made her think this way? Jesus…
“Uhmm…”, K began slowly, instantly popping Acelia out of her daydream. Acelia held her breath, thinking that she may have jinxed herself, but when she heard K mumble an ‘okay’, she felt all the tension in her body disappear. She sighed dramatically.
“FINALLY, GIRL! I was wondering when I was gonna have to drag your head outta your as-“
What?! There was a catch now?!
“Wait, hold up now”, Acelia began, getting frustrated at the way that they were playing cat and mouse with each other. “How is it that when I want to do something, everything I do is questioned, but when YOU do something, then it’s alright. I mean, you’re only a year older than I am. This is starting to- “
“Hush and listen!” K screeched over the line. Acelia stopped, her rant not close to being complete. She moved the phone away from her ear to eye it incredulously.
“…what did you just- “
“Keep me on the phone while you’re talking with your, UGH, “friend”. That way, if homeboy, or homegirl- “
“He’s not a gir- “
“ANYWAYS”, K continued, ignoring Acelia’s outburst, “or homegirl decides to try anything, then I can say that I heard everything and then we can proceed from there.”
Acelia, musing over the proposition, began slowly. “How are you gonna be able to do anything? You’re still in Tex…” she trailed off. Something came to her. “…oh no. I know you did not!”
“Hmm?” a sickeningly sweet question came from the other end of the line. “What is it CeeCee booboo?”
“I know you ARE NOT here in New York right now”, Acelia continued, the whole thing beginning to make sense now. She KNEW this was all too easy. From start to finish, she knew that the only way for her to go somewhere was for someone to accompany her and goddammit if someone didn’t follow her! “Get your ass BACK to Tejas!”
“Nope, I’ve already touched down and I’m currently going to the hotel”, K replied smoothly. As she tried to calm her breathing, Acelia heard a car door slam and heard K reply with a sweet, “Thank You” before hearing the vehicle speed off into New York traffic. Leg now bouncing up and down, Acelia counted to 10 before speaking.
“Why… are you here Kaena? You had no reason to come.”
“No, but I’ve always wanted to come to New York. Besides, when you SPRUNG it on me about you going, I got a little mad. Weren’t we supposed to be going together?”
Acelia winced and stayed silent, knowing that she couldn’t weasel her way out of this one.
She had got her.
“Mhmm, exactly. Now”, Kaena cooed, “I’m going up to the room to enjoy a nice bubble bath. I’ll be waiting for your call when your little visit flops. BYYYYEEEE”
“Wait’ we’re not through here! “ Acelia yelled. Before she could continue, however, Kaena had already hung the phone during her sentence. “…. sonofabitch!”, she yelled as she suddenly sprung from her seat to kick the tree and kick up a little bit of dirt, “Stupid, stanky, mothafu- “
“Ahem” … someone had cleared their throat.
Acelia, still feeling her fit of rage, turned to meet whoever interrupted her freak out time.
“What the hell do you wan…”
Her fury died from her lips when she saw their face. She felt all the anger rush from her body and be replaced by a warm and uncomfortable nagging in her stomach. Butterflies danced around, and her bladder instantly became full and needed to be relieved. Feeling her neck flush with embarrassed heat, she stared at the specimen in front of her, scratching away at the surface of her heated skin.
It was a terrapin.
And he was laughing at her
Cool, leaf green skin gleamed under the tiny rays of sunlight peeking through the limbs and leaves of the shade tree. Faded blue jeans with tears at the knee hugged muscular looking legs and a well-toned ass. Orange Balenciaga kicks completed his look. An equally green tail peeked through a small incision that was made in the denim. A white shirt with orange trimmings on sleeves and a cat made of ice-cream in the middle of it was worn on strong arms and a toned stomach. Traveling up from there, Acelia could see a strong neck and a slightly boyish face.
His animated, baby blue eyes shown a bright and almost infectious mirth to them as he stared at her. Not wanting to focus on whether or not those eyes were laughing at her, she traveled up further, noticing a matching colored hat that was the same color as his shoes. “Mikey”, which was possibly his name, shown in bright white letters, making his outfit to be based off of ice-cream.
“Sorry”, his voice rumbled, sending instantaneous shivers up her spine and bringing her attention back to his face, “I didn’t mean to bother you with… whatever it was you were doing. I just happened to be looking for someone, and you were the only one in walking distance of me”, he laughed. Acelia said nothing as she stared, coming up blank with what to say to him.
Mikey, thinking nothing of her silence, continued. “Uhmm…heh, I know this sounds crazy and all, but I was supposed to be meeting up with a buddy of mine. I just recently meet them online and I know it’s, like, wild and everything but…” he trailed off, scratching his neck with anxiousness and laughing off his embarrassment, “I guess I should get to the point, huh? I’m looking for xXxTheDoctor14xXx…? Does that name ring a bell…?”
“!... How do you know my username…?” Acelia asked, his words finally sinking in. Mikey’s face lit up in surprise and they both stared at each other like fools. After a minute or so, his face adorned one of the brightest and pearliest smiles that she’s ever witnessed.
“Dude! I kinda had a gut feeling it was you, or, I mean, I was kinda hoping it was you. You’re pretty cute… Actually no, you’re, like, really hot”.
“////”. Acelia flushed, quickly bringing her hand to cover her embarrassed face. Mikey, getting a good laugh out, began moving towards her seat that she had been occupying. He patted the seat, warmly looking at her while beckoning her to sit down next to him.
“Come on, let’s chat! Didn’t you wanna meet up and talk? I’m MCHamMan18. I didn’t know you looked like this in person! If you would've let me known you were here this early, I would have really made sure to get here on time.”
Acelia could have jumped in the pond.
After looking at my texts that I tried doing, I noticed it didn't come out right. I will try and get something prepared for that. Sorry in advance everyone! :C
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#Swag Turtles Idea 7: Crash and Burn
Mona Lisa made her way further into the office. Her long, curvaceous figure glided to Raphael’s side of the table. With dangerous eyes, Raph gave a menacing growl as to warn her off. Letting the deep and wild growl ooze over her skin, Mona came to throw herself on his recalescent frame.
“Mona…what the hell is this about?” he challenged viperously.
“Hmm? Oh Raphael dear, whatever do you mean?” she inquired, innocently. However, her eyes spoke differently. They gazed at him with wicked intent. Almost as if she knew something.
“Mona…don’t fuck around with me. What the fuck do you want? I have work to do”, proclaimed Raph, who sat motionless underneath the fevered skin that was Mona Lisa’s.
Chuckling darkly, she traced the underside of his chin. His golden eyes hardened even more as he felt her touch. Another growl almost made its way to the surface.
“…are you sure you’re making the right choice?” she asked, a slight accent in her speech.
Raph only regarded her with malice. “Get out Mona. Your next show’s in Rio de Janero right? Can’t wait to see your ass on that plane…”
“Now Raph…don’t you know it’s not nice to talk to clients like that?” she hinted, mockingly. She pulled her hand away and tried to run her hand down his cheek, but not before getting it caught within his iron grip. He held her there, eyes peering into her own.
“Last time I checked, clients didn’t act like this. Now do they?” he threw back at her.
Eyebrow quirked up in a disbelieving manner, Mona snorted and eased away from him. Flipping her hair as she walked to the door, she paused. “No. But guess what?”
“…what…” Raphael asked, begrudgingly. He didn’t want to hear an answer that her annoying mouth had to say. He needed to ship her out of the country for her tour. And probably for good.
“I’m not the one who started this relationship. You’re the one…who came to me. Now”, she continued, “I won’t say anything about you having another relationship with another girl to your father, but I just wanted to let you know that I do know. So I suggest you do one thing. Drop her…and realize who you’re with. Because if you don’t get your fucking act together, I’ll spill to the tabloids that you and I are fucking. Tell me…do clients and their producers do that at your company?”
Raph grew quiet. Ideas and suggestions raced through his mind as he reviewed the situation.
He dug a damn ditch for himself….
Mona, realizing he had no other ideas to go on, smiled with hateful delight and opened up the door. “Huh. I thought they didn’t. Well anyway Raphael,” she said before closing the door behind her,
“Glad we had this talk”.
(End of Idea # 7)