The Accent

Ch 8 - My Boy's Jay-Z and Kanye

Chapter 8 - My Boy's Jay-Z and Kanye

"Slag, can you pass the purple?"

I turned away from what I was doing and glared, "Just because I taught you that word does not mean you can call me it at every chance you've got, I told you it's a bad word." I pointed my paintbrush at him.

"I know, but it's so fun to say." he said excitedly.

I rolled my eyes and went back to the wall I was painting, "You can get the paint yourself," I sang, " and it's called golden cricket not purple." I muttered to myself.

Harley had soon ran out of movie quotes for me to say around about my fifth day in America, he was gutted. He did everything he could to look for more, watched more movies, searched google, I think he even read a book at some point.

I didn't feel like pointing out that Harry potter was an actual book before it was a film, I'm sure he'd have a field day with all the speech in those lengthy bad boys.

Eventually, I felt sorry enough for him that I said I'd agreed to learn him new English words, now I was regretting it. However, in return for my bright idea I'd gotten Harley to help with the painting of my room, which we were now in the middle of doing.

Keeley burst through the door, wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini top and short shorts."Oh my god, this is my jam!" She hooted, and proceeded to dance around the sheet covered room.

Leaning closer to the radio that had been playing in the background for most of the day, I paid more attention to the song that was on, I don't think I could've been more shocked if it had been the hokey cokey.

The song playing was No Church in the Wild by Jay-Z and Kanye West.

Keeley, the country girl who wore tight jeans, cowboy boots and twanged harder than a banjo was rapping. Rapping!

Turning towards Harley with a slack jaw, "What is happening right now?" I asked slowly as a hip popping/grinding Keeley danced around the furniture that were covered in purple and cream dotted sheets, ignoring us. Harley grinned and went back to painting in response.

Turning my attention back to a singing slash dancing Keeley, "What's a god to a non-believer .." she sang as she slowly whipped her blonde hair back and forth, Willow Smith would be proud. I could do nothing but stare as she rapped word for word along with Jay-Z, when she finished she turned to me with a disapproving look.

"Don't look at me like that, just cause I'm a country girl don't mean I can't get down with my boys Jay-Z and Kanye." She drawled.

Did she just say the words 'get down' and call Jay Z and Kanye West her 'boys'? If my jaw was loose before it was positively on the floor now.

"I'm so confused." I muttered out the side of my mouth to Harley.

He barked a laugh, "You're reacting better than I did."

"Y'all shouldn't put me in a box!" Keeley pointed and stomped her foot passionately, "I can like Kenny Chesney, Johnny Cash and Kanye West!" She listed on her fingers with vigour, looking furious.

"Hey now, I'm not saying you cant" I paused "... get down with your boys, it's just surprising that's all." I backtracked quickly.

"Good." She nodded and smoothed her clothes down looking calmer, "Anyways, I'm going back outside to work on my tan." She gestured down to her already very golden skin, I scowled with jealousy.

Keeley spun on her heel and started to sing another Kanye song at the top of her voice, throwing her hands above her head and dancing wildly.

My eyes followed her with longing, I was fed up with painting this cream wall.