Open Up And Say...Ahh {Completed}

Chapter Eight: I am Not Watching Dirty Dancing

Chapter Eight: I am Not Watching Dirty Dancing

After we finally left, we went shopping in small stores, we went into one and I was looking for a costume tonight, I found black boots, black leather pants, and a purple and black zebra print shirt, I smiled at my success and saw Cherri with a black dress, Kat with pink pants and a black shirt, Rose had a green shirt and purple jeans.
Brooke had bought a dark red dress and black heels, she smiled "Rikki is taking me out tonight, I want him to meet my parents."
I smiled "He will enjoy that, Rikki is sweet, everyone loves him."

*C.C.*

"I can't do this her patents are gonna kill me!"
We watched Rikki pace the floor, and I smiled "Lovely" I said, thinking of my Melly "C.C.!" Rikki yelled "I am on the edge of death and you yell Lovely?!" He exclaimed, o roles my eyes "You should have saw me when I met Melly's grams, I was freaked but I didn't show it! The old woman scared the shit out of me!"
Bobby busted out laughing.
Rikki sighed "What am I supposed to do?! Walk up to her father and say 'Well, I snagged your daughter'?!"
We looked at each other.

*melly *

Me and Brooke sat in mine and C.C.'s hotel room after our first stop on tour and she smiled "How did you meet C.C.?" She asked, so I explained the whole band needing a guitarist for Poison and the Bret thing.
She frowned "Thats bad."
"Yeah...so why rugby? Isn't it rough?" I asked, she smiled "Well, I got six older brothers, so rough is my game" she laughed, I coughed on the coffee I made for us "Six?! Damn Rikki must have fun with that shit!" I yelled she laughed and nodded "He gets to meet them tonight."
"He is so screwed."
I helped Brooke with her hair and makeup, she was ready when Rikki came in a black shirt and jeans to get her, his face was priceless at hee, I shoved him into her and C.C. laughed as he kissed my neck. We sent the two off and C.C. grinned "What you want to do?"
"Well, Dirty Dancing is on tv-"
He gave me a look "I am not watching that shit" I put my hands on my hips "Why not?" I asked.
He sighed "One) it's too romancey, two) Patrick Swayze sucks, and three) that isn't dirty dancing, dirty dancing is a lap dance wi-" I shoved him "Dirty Dancing is a fantastic movie, and until you watch it with me, Mr. DeVille you can sleep on the couch" I said as I made way to the bed, I closed the door that separated the bedroom and other rpart of our suite "And out of the bed."
I heard him pound on the door "Sugar darling! This is ridiculous!" He yelled, I ignored him nursing myself under the covers, asshole male.