The 80s

Happy Birthday!

"He's gonna say 'how much it that dog in the window'. Then beep beep. Kick kick, clap. Kick kick, clap. You do that three time then what?" He tossed the red ball at me.

"Then into Automatic and we do the peophile down the street dance."

"Ye-NO!! What?!?"

"Oh come on that shit is weird. I'm not doing it. I'll two step it around Prince, you can keep that."

"Fine!....Give me back my red ball." I rolled my eyes and threw the ball at his knee cap, it bounced off and rolled across the room. He looked at the ball then back to me.

"I ain't gettin' it." I scoffed.

"Sometimes your a child."

I smiled. "So they say."

He groaned and walked across the room to get the ball, he shot a scowl at me before he went back to take his seat. "Then what's after that?" He tossed the ball back.

"Automatic, the breakdown dance with all the air humping and a briefing of D.M.S.R."

"Then.."

"I run off stage as fast as I can."

"Good job!" he smiled, giving me little golf clap. "I taught you the show in less than two hours. Now if only Prince could do the same."

I rolled my eyes. "When hell freezes over."

I forced myself off the couch and walked over to the closet. I started to pull out my clothes so I could get dressed later on. I occasionally casted a few glances at Jerome was staring at the ceiling musing about God knows what. He was adorable sometimes.

"Ya' know Jasmyn I think it's really cool that you and Prince are still this close."

I squinted. "What do you mean still?"

"Ya'know he's with gonna be with someone else for the rest of his life and I think it's cool that y'all don't have any bad blood."

I knitted my brows and whipped around. "What do you mean rest of his life?"

His eyes widened and he dropped his head with a sigh. "Prince told me I had a big mouth."

"Jerome. What do you mean by rest of his life?"

He cupped his hand over his mouth. I clenched my jaw and flexed my finger trying to calm myself. "Jerome Benton if you don't start talkin'.." I gritted out.

"Look Jasmyn" He put his hands up to guard himself. I scooted the coffee table of the way with my foot and he started crawling over the couch, trying to get away. "I think this is something you should talk to Prince about."

"Jerome!!!" I jumped on top of the couch. He whimpered sliding towards the wall.

"I think you should ask Prince...but later on!!" He warned me. "It's the man's birthday, give him a break. You only turn 28 once."

"You better hope you make it to the front door if you don't tell me what the hell your talking about." I pointed at him sternly, murder in my eyes.

He looked past me and then refocused in on my eyes. "My names Bennett and I ain't in it." He bolted over the couch, he hooked his arm around me and slung me out the way, which sent me flying over the couch.

I pulled my self up,using the back of the couch for leverage. "JEROME BENTON!! BOY IF YOU DON'T COME BAC-!!"

The door slammed cutting me off. I threw my head back and groaned as loud as I could.