Struggles of a Fangirl

Struggle #13

Can I just say that hanging with Mindless Behavior is way too much fun? Roc and Ray always keep me laughing while Prince points out all the exciting tourist attractions in LA. And for everyone who thinks Prod is laid back and chill is dead wrong. This boy has me in tears, he has a slick mouth and he keeps his jokes about the boy's low key so only I can hear. And don't even get me started on how much Ray and Prod can eat. I got full off a subway sandwich while these two continuously stop at candy stores and snack places for food. It amazes me how they have perfectly formed abs yet they eat so much junk.

We spent the majority of Saturday at Disneyland, which I found extra exciting since I've never been there. The girls got matching pairs of sparkly Minnie Mouse ears with the classic red bow. All except London who just had to be the odd one out and buy the ones with the pink bow. I made a huge effort to stay away from London though, I was having too much fun exploring Disney world for the first time to even acknowledge her.

Then the rest of the week was filled with fun inside and outside of the hotel. My first time being outside of Boston and I'm acting like such a tourist. I took so many pictures that I ran out of space on my phone and had to buy a digital camera.

Today while the boys are doing tour rehearsals, we're heading down to the design studio with Keisha to bring our creations to real life. As we ride towards the studio at 8 something in the morning, I decide to call Jayla.

I get three rings before she answers. "Well hello bitch. You're having so much fun in LA you can't call a nigga?"

I smile at the sound of her voice. It's true, I've been having so much fun that I forgot to call Jayla and my parents. I text my mom goodnight every night just to reassure her I'm still alive. Other than that, my life in Boston is that farthest thing from my mind.

"You know I love though so it doesn't matter." I tell her. She laughs and I sigh, "I miss you though Jay. Whatchu been up to?"

"Other than hanging with Trayvon? Nothing's really been happening. It's like no one wants to throw any summer parties so I've been bored. But what about you how's LA?" She asks me, munching in something crunchy.

I smile, wondering where I should even start. "Well LA is beautiful, I'll send you pictures later. I've made some TM friends who are really cool so I'm fine. But Princeton, omigod he's everything I've ever dreamed. Funny, down to earth, ugh I love him so much it hurts." I whisper into the phone so no one hears how love struck I am.

Jayla laughs on the other hand. "I wish I was there with you."

I scoff, "No you don't. London is here and she's being a royal pain. She's a homie hopper too, she goes from Prince to Latimore and so on."

"Yeah, Trayvon told me about how she's there. I can just imagine how pissed you are." She says.

"Hey, as long as we stay out each other's way we're cool. I just perfect her not to be around Prince so much. He's so sweet that's he's fallen right under her spell."

Jayla sucks her teeth and I know her well enough to know she rolled her eyes too. "Girl you better claim your man before the wicked bitch of the west does."

I cover my mouth to keep from cracking up just as we pull up to the studio. "Man, I gotta go Jay. Call me later ok, love you."

"Love you too, have fun." She tells me before hanging up. I end the call and slide my phone in my pocket before our driver opens our doors. I'm sitting in the third row so I have to climb over the seats to get out. After ambling out of the car, I follow Keisha and the other girls into a fancy looking building named From Scratch. The walls are colorful like we just walked into a preschool classroom and there and female and male mannequins everywhere. Miley's song We Cant Stop is blasting from the speakers in the corners of the room. I bob my head as we follow Keisha towards a set of spiraling glass stairs and onto a second level. We walk into a small office with glass windows to find a petite woman with caramel-brown hair sitting at her desk, typing away. She looks up at us when we enter and smiles brightly.