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.
Five more minutes and then we can have a break, I told myself. Turning back towards the wall, I started painting again as I thought about my new life, I had been in America for about a week by now and I was loving every minute of it.
I loved the culture, everyone was so friendly and enthusiastic; and the food. The food was probably the best thing about living here, when I ordered a regular sized meal at a restaurant the other night I was astounded by the size of it.
What back home would have been considered a supersize was a regular size here, everything was twice as big! The burger was about the same size as my head, and that was supposed to be a regular size.
I loved everything about my new life, there was only one thing that I didn't love; The heat. The air was constantly hot and humid, even the night didn't bring much relief. I lifted my paint spotted arm to my forehead to wipe away the slight sweat that seemed to permanently be there.
"Harley, I think it's time for a break." I huffed, slightly out of breath from painting.
"Thank God." He said with relief and dumped his roller on the floor; He ran out the door as quick as he could with a woop of delight, he was always so excited about the smallest things.
Throwing my own paintbrush down onto the paint tray I followed him hesitantly outside, in the past week that I'd been here obviously I had been outside, I was trying to avoid doing it too much though. Even from going outside the odd few times my pale skin had acquired about a thousand freckles wherever the sun touched, and my hair had gotten lighter.
Before America, my hair was a dark unnoticeable red, now it was lighter and brighter making it very noticeable.
Blowing out a breath, I followed Harley who had made his way towards the back patio where Keeley and the pool was; I swiped my Ray Bans from the kitchen counter on the way and placed them over my eyes.
Sure enough, there they both were, laying on a sun lounger together, bodies wrapped and tangled with each other.
"Guys, I'm right here! Can we please not do this?" I asked slightly disgusted.
Harley pulled his mouth away from a dazed Keeley, "You could always watch if you wanted Vi." He said with an eyebrow wiggle.
Keeleys face twisted with distaste, "Just ignore him, like all men, he's a pig." She shoved Harley off the top of her while giving him a hard slap on the arm.
"Hey." Harley cried with mock hurt and went to sit on his own lounger.
I smiled at their banter and took my own seat on a lounger next to Keeley, I'd probably have to go back inside in ten minutes.
Tilting my head up towards the sun with closed eyes, I let out a soft contented sigh. I was completely at peace.
"So are you nervous?"
That didn't last long.
I opened my eyes and tilted my head towards the right of me, "Nervous about what?"
Keeley sent me a look that said 'Are you stupid?'
I shook my head and sent her one of my own that said 'Don't know what you're talking about'.
She rolled her eyes and huffed, obviously exasperated by our silent conversation. "Are you nervous about college? Like, you must be, right? We all know people from last year and you wont know anyone but us." She rushed out with wide worried eyes.
"Uh, I hadn't really thought about it." I confessed. To be honest my thoughts had been consumed by Ruby and James. I was worried that Ruby would get stubborn and decide to live on the 'streets', at the moment Liam had managed to keep her at my house but it wouldn't last for much longer.
