Innocence (Ben Bruce)

Chapter 31

"Hurry the fuck up" Emily screamed

"Hold on" I screamed back

"We're an hour fucking late to the party!"

"I know just wait" I sighed

I really was taking forever. But what can I say, I'm like my mother. We all run on Cuban time. I walked in front of my mirror and smiled. I've been feeling really good about myself lately. I'm not all that insecure anymore and to be honest, I don't think I'm fat. It's all that tea Angel has been giving me, and all that yoga I've been doing. I feel comfortable in my own skin and I've been much happier. Ever since the scene with my father years ago, I had become so insecure and self conscious, especially about my stomach.. It was a really bad period of time. But now everything was much better. I eye-balled my body. My hair was straightened and hung right above my breasts, I barely had makeup on; only eyeliner and mascara. I was wearing my dark blue shirt with my black leggings and my marvelous black boots. I looked really good. I felt good. I grabbed my phone and keys. I slid my phone behind my back against the elastic of my underwear. I wouldn't lose it as long as it stayed there. I closed my room door and walked downstairs carefully

"FINALLY!" Angel screamed praising Jesus

"Hey! Shut up you took three hours!"

"YOU TOOK FOUR!" Emily cut in throwing her hands in the air like a maniac

"Okay, I was taking a shower and, I straightened my hair"

"That's a lame excuse" Angel laughed

"Whatever broski, lets go. We are all ready and were wasting time arguing in the living room like nimwits. Vic might not even let us in!" I said walking out the front door

"Thank you Jesus Christo!" Angel preached looking at the ceiling

When we arrived at the party you could hear the music thumping from the front of the house. Normally that would be expected if we arrived at a Cuban party. But this was no Cuban party. I doubt half of the people in that house had anything to do with being Cuban . Not even I was fully Cuban. I was half Cuban and the other half of me was Dominican. Angel was hondarian. And Emily was half American/Cuban. And for some reason, I found this funny. Emily got out of the car, closed the door, walked around the car and stopped in front of my face. She had this way-too-serious expression on her face.

"Rachel, this is a serious question. How do I look?"

I took a step back and literally checked her out. She looked gorgeous. She had on some white short shorts which were laced at the bottom. They fit around her waist perfectly. She was wearing a crop-top; which I found extremely strange because she wasn't one to wear those types of shirts. The crop-top she was wearing was a black flowery vintage top. It was a cru-neck. The sleeves were off the side of her shoulders. The flowers were pink and yellow and the shirt reached right avocet her belly-button. The back of the shirt was low under her shoulder blades. A strap reached across her back and was twisted, then under the strap was a gap showing off more skin. It hugged her body perfectly.

"You look stunning" I smiled

"Do I really?" She asked frowning her eyebrows

"Yes you dork. You look perfect" I giggled

"Now I was to go see my baby Vic. So if you don't mind" I said walking away.

There wasn't many people in the from of the house. Just a couple people in a loud and deep conversation around the porch and a two different couples making out in different spots. I walked up the stairs and stopped myself on the porch before I reached the door. I turned around an told my loser of friends to hurry up. I walked up to the door and rang the door-bell and waited. And waited. And waited. Emily and Angel catched up and were standing behind me. And I waited. An I waited. And I waited. I rang again. And waited. And waited. And waited. The door swung open an I saw a face I recognized well. The man standing I front of me was about 5'7. He had long slightly curly dark black hair, bangs to the right side of his face. Dark brown eyes, a nose piercing of the right side of his nose and perfect teeth. He was wearing blank pants and a plain grey tank-top that said 'Aspire'. He had a red snap-back on and a killer smile on his lips

"VIC!" I squealed

"Rachel" He laughed opening his arms. I ran into him as if I hadn't seen him in years

"How have you been my love?" He questioned

"I've been great!" I laughed

"Let me look at you"

I untangled myself free from his hug and stood in front of him. Man was I short. I reached his collar bones

"You haven't changed one bit, still beautiful and ah, Emily your getting taller every day! You've even gotten prettier" He smiled like a cutie. Emily was flushed

"Hey Vic" She smiled "Look buddy, just because your a little bit taller doesn't make you cool" She said rolling her eyes

"You haven't changed one bit have you" He said crossing his arms across his chest

"Not one but honey" She laughed

"Angel, my main man, wassup man" He said

"Hey Vic" He laughed "And you know, just standing on the porch of a famous singer that I'm friends with and my two girl best friends, you?"

"Standing in my house leaning against the door frame contemplating whether I should let you losers in" He said raising an eye brow

"I told you!" I said looking at Emily

"Man Rachel I don't know what your talking about! Don't scream at my baby Emily like that! That's not very nice. Anyways, I love you guys too much to not let you into my house" He said with a huge grin on his face

"Awe baby" Emily said being all cute

"Hey can I be our baby too!?! Angel shouted

"Of course you can! Just don't faint again" Vic said laughing

"It wasn't that funny" Angel mumbled "besides I told you, I was really hungry. That's why I fainted" He said crossing his arms

"Sure Angel, whatever you say. And it was pretty funny" Vic laughed

"Whatever!" Angel screamed throwing his arms up in the air

"Okay then. Come on in fellow friends, everyone is in the backyard" Vic smiled at us. I took his word for it and steppe in the house. Today was going to be awesome.

I hope.