Please excuse ANY errors.
December 21, 1998
~Dalvin's P.O.V~
The owners of the house opened the door for us. I was amazed when we got the chance to enter. I've been to Paris before, and all of the Jodeci members have, but when we tour, we stay in hotel rooms. Not in anything like this. This is a fucking hotel a WHOLE hotel. Okay, I'm over-exaggerating, but if you were to see this shit, you'd be amazed. Merry Christmas to all of us!
I patted both of De's shoulder's with both of my hands and whispered, "You really outdid yourself, De. I know that I already told you thanks, but thanks again."
De moved his head over away from me as I spoke. "Fuck you whisperin' in my hear for? Breath all hot."
I spoke lowly, "Because the lady talkin'."
"I appreciate your appreciation, but I'm tryna listen, nigga. I wanna hear every damn thing. Shits comin' outta my pocket." He said moving towards Tia a little more.
The owners handed him the main keys and an extra two sets. De handed me one, pops another sat, and Tia the other extra set as the owners left. De then turned to face everyone, backing away. We arrived in the afternoon, because we left Atlanta at night. Not to mention that the time zone here is different. They are six hours ahead of Atlanta.
"Okay, so... This how we gon' do this. Y'all heard the owners, there are four levels. This one is the main level, then there is two above this one and a basement. I, Tia, and Dalvin have the third floor above ground. Y'all heard them say that there aren't many rooms on that floor so yeah..." De walked away with a shrug and grabbed their bags, before walking further away.
I wonder why the hell he automatically put me on the floor with them. Like damn, do I have an option? Ain't I'm grown as hell?
"He act like they not finna be in the same damn room," Derek mumbled to me with a chuckle. "They not foolin' nobody."
DeVanté turned back around to face us, "Oh, and you break it, you buy it. Your kids too, so keep a close eye on them. That's it."
"Don't touch nothin'!" Derek shouted out to his kids.
"I know that's right." Tia's mother said laughing. "Y'all better not either and I'll make sure." She said to her grandchildren.
I took a look around the whole house, except for the third floor above ground. DeVanté got me talking like him, the fourth floor basically. That means that I had to backtrack and go back downstairs because I left my bags, then I have to go back up all these damn stairs, including the one to get to the third floor. By the time I made it to the fourth floor, I was out of breath on the top stair with my hands resting on my knees.
"You good, Dal?" I heard Tia ask, finding this whole thing amusing. "Heavin' mighty hard there, buddy." She chuckled.
"I'm fuckin' ti'ed." I exhaled.
"Why'd you take the stairs?" She asked me.
I looked at her irritated, standing up completely. "I don't know, Tia. Was I supposed to grab a fuckin' broom and fly?"
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