Twisita Shorts

Kiss and Tell (Twister's P.O.V.)

"Wey, I don't kiss and tell!" I told Ramón José for the hundredth time that day. "But I'm your homie, come on!" he whined. "No way, foo!" I replied, shaking my head. "What are you two bickering about now?" Rosita asked, coming into Ramón's bedroom with Reggie, while Otto sat on Ramón's queen-sized bed. "Twister's acting like a girl!" he whined. She and Reggie raised an eyebrow, looking confused. "He won't spill the beans on who he kissed last night!" He told them. "I don't see why you two need to know!" I replied, frustrated. "Was she a good kisser?" She asked, her and Reggie both grinning mischievously.

*FLASHBACK*

"Maurice, is that you?" Rosita asked, startling me. I was really hoping that nobody would run into me here. "Oh, hey Ro." I replied, busted. "Do you know where you are, babe?" She teased. "The library." I told her, confused. "It's just weird seeing you here." She replied. "Oh, well I had to finish this video for AV Club." I informed her, holding up the assignment. "Ah, makes sense. If anything could get you to the library, it'd be one of your films." She laughed. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Research paper." She sighed, holding a couple of books. "Bummer." I replied. "Yeah, well I guess I'll let you get back to your project." She sighed, ready to go. "I'm done, I was just getting ready to go." I told her. "Cool, want to walk together?" She asked, since we lived not that far from each other. "Yeah, just let me get all of my stuff." I agreed, throwing everything into my backpack.

"Here, let me have your books." I told her, reaching my hand out. "That's okay, I can carry them mi amor." She protested. "Really Ro it's fine, my backpack has plenty of room." I pushed. She sighed but handed them over anyway. I zipped up my bag and we walked out, holding hands the whole way and I couldn't help but stare at her. Rosita looked amazing. She wore a Black and White striped Semi-Sleeve tube top, Black Kiwi Skinny Jeans, Black Laced High Heeled Boots, had her dark brown hair in loose and sexy curls with side-swept bangs, natural makeup, mascara that made her bright brown eyes pop and shiny strawberry lipgloss. I don't know how my girl does it but apparently, Reggie, Clio, Sherry, Trish and Natalia constantly ask Rosita for fashion and beauty tips. and they always come over to her house when I'm there and she has to put down whatever she's doing and help them out.

"So what's your video about?" She asked, once we hit the sidewalk on the curb. "Uh, it's about, um, you." I told her nervously. "Me? But I thought it was about Regina, since you always film her." She said, stunned, and then looking at me with fire in her eyes. "Yeah, you know how girls can do anything that guys can do. that's because she's a really awesome athlete." I replied, feeling my face heat up. "Oh. and I'm not? Are you too good for me or what? Is that it?" She asked, accusingly. then she changed her tone, grinned and said: "Wow, that's really cool Maurice."

"You're not mad?" I asked surprised, and then scared because she looked like she was getting ready to whomp me, but thankfully she didn't. "No, I'm kind of flattered that you'd think of me. For once." She blushed and brushed her hair out of her face. "Oh," I replied stuck for words. "What are you doing your research paper on?" I asked, turning the conversation on to her. "Um, can you define love by age? Some people think you can't find your soul mate in high school and others swear by it." She replied, blushing scarlet.