the sign

14 | mine

He was different from what I expected. Very soft spoken, nothing much to say about himself other than the music. Some call it shy, but I'd call it private. I walked in not expecting to know nothing at all. I listen to the music, did the research and yet I still knew 'nothing at all.'

I looked up scrolling to the bottom before reading the rest.

This was giving me nothing.

I spun around in the chair then opening up Amara's notebook. A place holder was placed in her last pages.

Today I met Mr. Prince. I got to see Paisley Park too. Hazel yelled at me. That hurt my feelings. I don't want to go back, with Uncle Tom and Tony. I just wish I could stay here. I feels like home here. This place is BIG. Bigger than I thought-

I stopped reading and I looked up.

Where did I see that?

Bigger than I thought...

I sat back at my computer and I scrolled to the top of Hazel's article and I skimmed as I read again.

'The place was massive, much bigger than I remember...'

I felt a knot in my throat as it all started to click. I felt like I was choking and hyperventilating all at the same time as Amara's notebook dropped once again to the floor.

"Oh my God... Paige..."

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"Hello hello..." his voice fluttered against my telephone line and I grinned.

"Hello." I replied and he laughed.

"Can I ask who I'm speaking with?" He teased and I looked at the door.

"It's me..." I replied and he chuckled a bit as if he didn't believe it.

"Prove it." He spoke and I grinned.

"Prince..." I whined and he laughed.

"Tell me what you're wearing..." He asked and I gasped.

"Prince..." I scolded him and I didn't get. What's wrong with him. Why does he have to be like this?

"Come on..." he begged and I looked down at myself still damp from my shower as I sat in my yellow robe and I bit my lip.

I looked out my bedroom door to see Jeanie asleep across the hall after I forced her to. I closed my door just enough and I heard him call out to me.

"You there?" He spoke and I smiled.

"Yes Prince..." I answered and he laughed.

"Humor me mama..." He begged and I swallowed looking at myself deciding to just...

"Well... It's my silk robe. It's yellow... and it rests right below my hip. Kind of the way your shirts do..." I started explaining and I heard him moan a bit and I grinned.

"Like right above that scar on your thigh?" He asked and I didn't know what he was talking about.

"What scar?" I asked and he laughed.