In 1975, Kylea James, moved to the projects of Boston with her mother. She has a gift of singing and dancing, but doesn't think she has the skills. She meets five boys who she became very close friends with.
Her mother enters her in a talent show, t...
I stirred in my sleep as I hear my phone ring, I turned on my lamp and sighed heavily and answered the phone.
"Hello," I asked as I laid back down on my bed with the phone by my ear.
"Kylea!" I heard Ricky's wife say in a panic tone, that got me to raise out my bed.
"Y-yeah, Monica, what's wrong?" I asked concerned.
"It's Ricky, he's overdosing, and I need your help." She tells me as she was crying. In that exact moment, I got out of bed and grabbed some jeans, my purple and black large hockey jersey and some shoes, along with my car keys.
"Okay, Monica, call 911, I'm on the way," I told her before I hanged up. I hurried to my car and drove over to Ricky and Monica's place. ~~~~~~~~~
I got out the car and see the ambulance was there rolling him in the stretcher inside the ambulance, Monica was talking to the police officer to explain what happened.
After that was over, I drove her to the hospital, we ran in to the front desk out of breath.
Once the nurse by the desk looked up, her face was star strucked. "Y-you're-"
"Yeah, yeah," I cut her off by waving it off, now's not the time for all that. "Ricardo Bell, which room is he in?" I asked the nurse.
"Are y'all fam-"
"This his wife, and I'm his sister," I answered before she could get a word in. She goes to check her clipboard. "Third floor. Room 609."
"Thank you," I say quickly and the two of us rushed to the elevator and went to the third floor. We went to his room and he was in bed probably resting, Monica had tears streaming down her cheek.
I grabbed her hand. "How about you get some food and calm down, I'll sit with him till you get back." I say softly, she nods her head and went to the cafeteria that was on this floor.
I walked inside the room, and took a seat beside his bed. I rubbed my face exhausted and held his hand. After a while, I felt my hand being squeezed, I turned my head to see him opening his eyes.
"Hey, Le-"
"Hell nah, don't you 'Lea Bear' me," I yanked my hand away and stood up upset. "You for real, Ricardo, are you for real?!" I questioned him as I paced the room.
I sighed heavily. "How long have you been using?" I asked him.
"For a while," He answered.
I crossed my arms and wiped my tears. "You've been cryin', huh?" He asked sounding guilty a bit.
"Of course I've been crying!" I yelled. "I get a phone call in the middle of the damn night, telling me that my best friend-no scratch that my big brother was overdosing on drugs and nearly lost his life!" I sat back down on the chair and cried.
His face softens and he pulls me on the bed and gives me a tight hug. "Kylea, I didn't mean..." he sighs and I tilt my head up.
"I apologize, I'm gonna get help," He tells me and I pulled away and wiped my tears. "You really had that girl worried, hell you had me worried." I ran my fingers through my hair.
"I mean, I'm still alive and shiii..." I gave him a glare as he was trying to make a joke out of this. "Not the right time." He mumbled.
I rolled my eyes and pecked him on the lips, making him look shocked. "Slick, you is going to give me a damn heart attack," I shake my head at him.
"Well, can I get another kiss, since I'm not that much still?" He asked with a goofy smile I know and love.
"No," I pointed at him. "It was a friendly kiss, plus you is with somebody mister," I said trying not to laugh.
"I know, I know, a brother can't dream?" He jokes.
"You know what, yup I'm out," I got up laughing and walked out the door. "Yo, Lea," he calls me, I turned to face him.
"Thanks," He smiled.
"No problem, Ricardo," I teased saying his full first name. He kissed his teeth and smiled. I walked in the hall seeing Monica with some food in her arms. "He's okay right?" She asked.
"He okay, he still that same Ricky," I assured her and smiled. She sighed in relief and went to his room. I huffed as I walked to the elevator to main floor. The same front desk lady was there with another nurse and she squealed in excitement as I went through the elevator doors.
I rolled my eyes and gave them an autograph and went to my car to drive back to my mother's house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry if this chapter is short, this was just a filler.
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