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[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;]Tasha felt pretty good. She had been in Los Angeles doing her jobs, finishing up filming “The Swinging City” and started filming “The Impossible Planet”. Nobody had been mean to her, not seeing as why anyone would be mean to Tasha knowing her strength and temper. She also had not had a reason to feel bitter towards much. She was satisfied with where her life was at, and she gave nobody but her credit. She was the one who had gained the courage to fix the problems that were in her life, and by fixing that problem she had went from friendship to a relationship with a boy that she had been best friends with for four years. A promiscuous boy, and so far there relationship had been nothing but long distance, but she didn’t feel worried at all for some reason. Something made her feel very secure about what was happening. She honestly didn’t know what it was. Maybe she was happy that she had done something for herself? That finally she decided to let something new into her life. She wasn’t scared, but then again she hadn’t been around the situation much to have much of an opinion on it yet. Diz and Tasha had phone conversations, they texted, and they Skyped each other. It wasn’t everyday but it was enough for the both of them to still feel like they were in enough contact with one another. Tasha had been on her best behavior and her mood had improved since driving out to Texas and setting herself and Diz right. It ended up with them in a relationship, which was ultimately what she wanted and she had thought about that for a while. The weekend had came around again and this time Tasha was flying back home to New York City to send the weekend with Diz and her younger brother Julian. She was super excited to see her brother since he had been in Korea, she wanted to hear all about his trip and wanted whatever gift he had gotten her in their home land. She also wanted to hear about his times with Alex Brooks and what measures he was taking in order to launch his music career. She was anxious to see Diz just because this was the first relationship she had since high school and she felt like a giddy school girl, and she honestly hoped that it didn’t show because she felt like he wouldn’t dig it too much. It was Friday and her flight had landed at six pm. She took a cab to her apartment where she freshened up her makeup and let her hair fall down in waves from having had it up all day on the airplane. She threw on some nude heels and a bracelet and left the house over to Diz’s apartment. Their dinner wasn’t planned for that evening but she wanted to see him. In the cab to the way to his building her stomach was doing somersaults, she was nervous. She hadn’t seen him in a while and their relationship was much different than the four previous years. The day they spent together in Texas after she had driven there and after the concert had been fun. The cab driver stopped in front of Diz’s building and she paid her fair with a generous tip and walked up the stairs and into the building. She stood in front of his apartment door and knocked, bringing her hand back down to grab a strap on her purse.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine CUZ YOU'RE MY Diz Alden was well aware that his very own girlfriend was back in New York for that Friday night, but he assumed that she was going to see her brother first or hang out with some friends. Instead of worrying about her whereabouts in any particular fashion, he was messing with an old Gameboy that his mother had found in the attic. Most people would gasp at Diz if they had known the guy years ago. Spending time with his mom had been like pulling teeth; now, it felt natural, and he actually enjoyed sitting at the dinner table that they used to share and pretending to like grapefruit juice. Of course, the news about Tasha that the tabloids had brought home to their little neighborhood was a true shocker to the woman, but Diz just smiled and laughed. Some people that knew Tasha and Diz had seen it coming. Diz had to admit that he never thought he would be in this position, but was happy for the first time in a long time. His happiness was thanks to multiply factors; Diz's personality didn't allow his well-being to rely on anyone else, but Tasha had a way of opening his eyes to the purpose of his life. She was honest and candid while he was rough and tainted. He was thankful for her, even if he didn't show it, and he thought of her a lot when he was away. Contrary to popular belief, Childish Gambino was completely capable of holding a relationship without cheating. A few girls were flirts, and he was friendly, but he was able to resist sex with other women. It wasn't that he didn't want have sex with them; monogamy was a challenge for Diz, but he really cared for Tasha, even if he couldn't say he was in love with her just yet. Beyond the fact that they were now a couple, Diz acknowledged the fact that the female would always remain his best friend, so he'd best not fuck it up, at least not yet. He was home for the weekend before he finished his next few concerts on the East coast, starting at Florida. Then he would be able to come home and complete his plans of meeting his father. Those days were ahead, but he was trying to take it by the moment and not think too hard. When he heard a knock at the door, he assumed it was one his neighbors there to yell at him about anything. The last time was about the smell of marijuana while the other few times were because of how loud his music was. Diz wasn't made to have neighbors, but he was getting the hang of it. He had been slowing down with the weed and alcohol, so his condo wasn't filled with the stench of desperation anymore. "Give me a second," he called, unscrewing a piece from the Gameboy before setting it on his bed and making his way toward the door. He was actually surprised to see his girlfriend standing there. He was going to have to get used to that word, especially if he was going to be talking about someone who had been a friend to him for years now. "Oh. Hey," he said, grinning. His voice didn't sound enthusiastic, but he was so excited to see her. He pulled her into a hug, glad that she was there to visit already. A fleeting moment passed when he pulled away. "Did I forget dinner?" he asked, scratching his head. WORDS: 591 NOTES: THEY'RE BACK! ---------------- CREDIT

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[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;]Diz and Tasha were extremely similar people. They had differences that were huge though, but their similarities were equally as big. Him and Tasha were both non-relaxed people and they were both content on their careers. For the longest time their content had stemmed from their success, their family, and their friends. The two had never known each other in a relationship. Tasha had casual sex every once in a while when she was horny, and Diz had sex whenever he wanted. That was the extent of their romantic endeavors before the two of them decided that they were okay with complicating the relationship that they had. They never really relied on anyone for anything, they were both very independent people. They didn’t need anybody else. That could make the relationship complicated because they would want their space. They would probably never move in together, which seemed to be a trend with couples nowadays. The difference that would get them in trouble though is that Tasha would want to confront him about everything and Diz wouldn’t have it. He opened the door and she smiled brightly at him, glad to see him. Although his voice didn’t hint that he was excited, the grin on his face was genuine. He pulled her into a hug and she wrapped her arms around him, patting him on the back. She continued to smile at him and she let out a chuckle as he questioned if he had forgotten dinner. She shook her head, ”No, you didn’t. I wanted to see you.” Tasha leaned in and she touched her lips to Diz’s, it wasn’t a long kiss, more like a peck, but it felt right and appropriate for their new relationship. She stood back where she had been before and she gave him a new smile that was mixed with somewhat of a smirk, a little devilish look that said “I just kissed you and you’re my boyfriend”. The look slowly faded as she realized that she had came unannounced. ”Is that okay? Are you busy?” She peeked into his apartment over his shoulder, hoping not to find a meeting or friends over. If his mother was there that wouldn’t have been a problem, Tasha would have just came in and talked to her. Tasha was usually all about telling someone when she was coming over, but she hadn’t been like that lately. Spontaneity seemed to be her thing now. She didn’t see anything over his shoulder, and there was no sign of anyone in the apartment that wasn’t him. ”I’m going to see my brother tomorrow. I owe cooking him lunch.” She felt like that was necessary to add, just so she didn’t seem too eager to want to see him first. She was worried about her actions, she didn’t want to seem clingy. She was definitely not used to being a girlfriend. She walked past him and into the apartment, ”What’re you up to, Diz?” She asked casually as she set her purse down on the coffee table where she always put her purse when she visited.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine CUZ YOU'RE MY Anyone who knew who Diz was was aware that the man was nowhere near anyone's definition of "romantic," but Tasha didn't seem to mind that fact too much. Their attitudes toward relationships seemed to relate in some ways. They didn't fall head-over-heels. Diz had to admit to himself that he felt happy around her, even light, as if being around her could rub off some of the rust and dirt that left him feeling dirty and lost. She had a quality about her, or multiple qualities, that truly brought out the good in him. He was getting used to that. Even then, though, he didn't find himself in love the way he would have been in high school. Love was no longer Diz's friend or his companion. Instead, love had become a basic weakness to him, something that only brought him hurt. He was cautious about the word, and he knew that Tasha would understand him if the circumstances didn't play out as she would like them to. Sometimes he felt bad that he couldn't give her all that she wanted, but he was a practical man, and that guilt melted away when he realized that no one could satisfy Tasha, and she had chosen him regardless. Tasha leaned in and gave him a kiss, which didn't surprise him, but he was used to kisses lasting for a while and with more tongue. He really was going to have to get used to the whole boyfriend thing. He smiled back at her, wondering how anyone so pretty could look so mischievous. He understood what the look meant, and he didn't know how to feel about it other than excited the way she was, so he continued to smile until she spoke again. ”Is that okay? Are you busy?” She seemed to have become less assured about coming over, which Diz laughed about. What would he be doing that was so important? When she peeked over her shoulder, his suspicion was that she was worrying that he was sleeping with someone else, but her innocent eyes told him a whole other story. He felt relieved that he was hiding nothing. Well, he could probably put that Gameboy away. It wasn't really a babe magnet or anything. Then again, Tasha already knew that he messed around with gadgets and shit, so it wasn't a big deal. She would probably ask him questions like it were actually interesting. When she explained what she was doing the next morning, Diz nodded slowly. He didn't get where it came from, but it was nice to hear about Julian. Diz loved the guy and wanted to milk his potential in the music industry. He and Alex Brooks had a small competition going about it. "Well, that's great. Tell him I said hi," he said, not even considering seeing Julian himself. He figured they would all get together and hit the club before they all separated again. Diz was still standing in the door, not even considering that he wasn't behaving in a hospitable manner, but Tasha knew well enough that she had to impose to make him realize it. It wasn't that he wasn't self-aware; he was merely distracted. Those heels looked nice on her. "And yes, you may come in," he chuckled as she set her purse on its designated visiting area it took up every time she chose to visit. "I was... sitting in my bedroom," he replied. Damn, any other girl would have been beating his ass for saying something like that. He remembered one girlfriend he had in college who hated everything he ever hid, even if they were small and insignificant details. He used to get accused of cheating. Tabloids pointed fingers about cheating on Tasha, but he wanted to believe that she felt secure about their relationship. WORDS: 637 NOTES: muse ---------------- CREDIT

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[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;]Part of Tasha honestly didn’t know how she was suppose to treat Diz. Once in high school she had been a girlfriend, just that one time. Men were different than teenagers, and keeping them satisfied both physically and emotionally had to be a lot different from what she remembered. She was going to try her best, she was bound and determined to try without wanting to give up. She wasn’t going to become unattached, that would be too easy and also harsh. Hopefully Diz knew that she had no idea what she was doing. She probably would just resort to treating him like she always had without trying so hard to be a girlfriend too. They would just date and be normal, but with some extra intimacy involved. That sounded right. She wasn’t sure how to feel about a few things yet, they had only spent that night the that one day together as a couple, all of the other experiences they had were through technology. She trusted him. It was something that most people would think her crazy for doing, but they had been best friends long enough that she felt like she didn’t need to worry. He would ruin a lot if he abused her trust and she felt like he knew that. She smiled at him and nodded, she was definitely going to pass the message on. She was happy for Julian getting close to Alex Brooks. She was huge in the music industry right now and she knew that it was good for him, but there was a part of her that was being a little selfish and really wanted him to explore his musical depth with Diz, just because Alex was a mainstream musician. In any case Tasha liked Alex too. ”Have you seen your mother since you’ve been here?” She questioned. She knew how thrilled his mother would be for him to visit her for the short time he was in the city. Also she wondered if he had told her that him and Tasha were an item. For some reason, she felt like the woman would be pleased to hear that too. After having entered the apartment and sat her bag down she looked back at him over her shoulder and chuckled, ”What were you doing in your bedroom?” She asked curiously, rather than investigative. She took the liberty upon herself to walk over to his bedroom and peek inside. Seeing a Gameboy sitting on the bed she smiled and walked far enough into the room to pick up the gadget and turn it over to see what game was inside. She popped out of the doorway after putting the Gameboy back down on the bed. ”I use to play Pokémon on my Gameboy all of the time. I had all of the colors and everything.” Most people wouldn’t peg Tasha for playing any games at all, she was seen as athletic but she needed something to wind down to as well. She walked back into the living room and saw herself on the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table as she looked up at him, ”Did you miss me?” She asked as she brushed her hair to one side and over her shoulder.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine CUZ YOU'RE MY Diz was a bit surprised when she asked about his mom. He wondered how many people actually cared about his mom or realized that he was getting better with how he was treating with her. It seemed like moving out and figuring the world out made home seem like a softer place, even with a tougher mom. "Yeah, I got to see her," he nodded with a small smile on his face. "She caught wind of us." He wagged a finger between their two bodies. "I swear, she was humming negro spirituals and blessing our relationship the whole time. Then again, I don't know how strong blessings can be if the holy water is actually grapejuice. Recession, I guess," he shrugged, grinning at his girlfriend. It was odd to think that he was in a relationship. He didn't think he would do this again, especially because this was his best friend, who had an extreme fragile position in his life now. It made him uneasy, but a part of him told him that it would be worth it. Being asked about his bedroom made him want to clench his fists and get defensive, but he didn't really have anything to hide. It was just embarrassing to talk about being a geek. He didn't give a damn, really, if people judged him, but discussing his private interests wasn't enjoyable for him. He was egotistical, but he thought that people could bask in his glory by observing, not investigating. It was Tasha, though, and she was merely curious. He watched as she went to see for herself. Tasha was a go-getter, so it was only expected. When she came back with that look on her face, he couldn't help but smile and look at the floor. "That sounds very Asian of you," he replied matter-of-factly. He didn't know it if surprised him or not. It definitely made her seem more attractive. Any female who had nerdy qualities could win Diz over in a heartbeat. He realized then that there were many things about Tasha that he didn't know. Even with four years behind them, he couldn't say that he had her memorized. He was actually glad for that. She couldn't possibly bore him, at least not yet. Diz made his way to the kitchen before sitting down beside his girlfriend. "What do you want to drink, Miss Tasha?" he asked her. When he turned around, he heard her question. "Sure, I missed you," he chuckled. It was true. There were people who asked him why she was worth it, why he was giving up all of the pussy on concert just to be with some girl who was going to be filming movies. As much as Diz liked sex, this relationship seemed like it had something else to offer him, and he wanted to see what it was. "And I don't have to ask if you missed me. We both know that you did." He winked at her before turning to the fridge. "There's grapefruit and water and milk and champagne." He took out two glasses and waited for her answer. He ran a hand down his pants, looking down at the fabric like it was going to tear under his touch. "You know Julian is all buddy-buddy with Alex Brooks? Apparently, I have to compete for that fucker's studio time," he chuckled. Alex definitely irritated him. He felt like she was making it a competition. As competitive as Diz could get, Julian wasn't a part of his motives. He wondered what Tasha would say to that. WORDS: 595 NOTES: Missed this. ---------------- CREDIT

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[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;]Tasha liked to hear Diz speak of his mother. She was a sweet lady, although a pain in the ass, she only ever seemed to want to best for her son. She was someone that Tasha could respect. When she moved into the same apartment building as Diz and his mother four years ago, she was nothing short of hospitable to Tasha. Everyone else in their building either wanted a piece of her intimately or they weren’t nice to her at all. Diz’s mother had welcomed her to the building and introduced her to Diz, that was good enough for her. Even though she got a little overbearing at times, Tasha had the patience for the woman, and she wasn’t a very patient person so it was really a miracle. She laughed at his words, ”Oh stop, you’re joking.” She swatted him lightly, ”With the people who own the shops around here I’m sure she just couldn’t find any.” She smiled as if she hadn’t been racist. It was no joke that middle eastern ethnicities were the main business owners in New York City. After having came out of his bedroom and discovering the Gameboy she shrugged her shoulders, ”We already know that I’m a stereotypical Asian.” It was true. She cooked Asian food, she was into cars, she liked video games for the most part, and she was extremely career oriented, and on top of it all she was a martial artist. She watched as he disappeared into the kitchen and it didn’t bother her any. She looked out the window behind her until he came back. Even though it was New York City and the buildings were so crammed together, every time you looked out of a window, no matter how many times you have looked out of it before, there was always something different that you noticed. It could have been something as simple as a crack in a brick you never noticed, but there was always something. He came back and she turned back around and smiled at him. ”Sure?” She chuckled herself. ”Well then I don’t have to confirm it.” She had always missed him when he went away, that was nothing new. ”Hmm, how about champagne?” She usually didn’t have alcohol when she came over to his place, but something told her that she should go for it. ”Yeah. I know.” She said matter-of-factly. She didn’t have a problem with Alex Brooks or Julian hanging out with her. She knew the debacle between JJ and Alex, but she didn’t want that to get in between anything Julian and Alex might develop in the future, even just as friends. Tasha would have to keep her mouth shut, or try to at least, something she wasn’t so fond of doing. ”I think that Julian has a crush on her though. I mean he always thought she was hot and stuff. You know how boys get crushes on celebrities. Alex has always been his.” She shared, ”He flirts with her, I see it. She doesn’t stop him either.” She shrugged, ”I don’t know what’s up with that, but I don’t think he just wants studio time.” She felt gossipy, but it was her brother she was talking about and it was Diz that she was talking to, who was he going to tell? ”Who was your celebrity crush Diz?” She asked curiously with a smirk.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine CUZ YOU'RE MY Diz laughed with a shocked look on his face at Tasha's poke at the local ethnicity. "Whoa, Ling-Ling! Down, girl!" He didn't actually think she was a racist, but the comment came as a surprise nonetheless. He felt like he should kiss her, but he didn't at that moment, instead letting her see the room before coming back. "I don't know if you're completely Asian," he told her, poking at her side like she were a specimen. "I mean, are you a bad driver? And you're not particularly short. You also know how to say your l's." Diz was an expert on race. He had gone through a great deal of bullying as a child about being black. The white kids never cut him a break, so Diz learned to fight from kindergarten up. He wasn't the bully, just the misunderstood black kid in the wrong place at the wrong time. What made matters worse was the fact that his father wasn't around. It was yet another black stereotype. Diz still remembered days in LA. He remembered ignoring Tasha. He wondered why she forgave him for it. He knew that he would never do it again and it was the one thing he had avoided during the tour, but he didn't know if he would become callous that way again. He knew that Tasha could be forgiving, but he also didn't want to overestimate how much patience she had with him. They were in a strange place. ”Hmm, how about champagne?” she suggested. That was the last thing he had anticipated, but he nodded and poured her a glass and gave himself a small bit. He didn't like to drink around her for multiple reasons. He didn't know what he would say or do if he drank too much. This was champagne, though, and it seemed more than inappropriate to have too much when he was at home with his new girlfriend. "As you wish," he replied jokingly. Diz couldn't believe what Tasha was telling him about Julian. He froze before bringing the alcohol to her. "A celebrity crush? He does know that she doesn't necessarily swing his way, right? He's going to have to have some game. That girl is married to music." Diz was also very committed to his career, but he was lucky to have Tasha, who was understanding about his choice. He didn't understand how Alex could give up someone like JJ. JJ was his best friend, so there was some bias there, but the fact was that JJ was out of the girl's league. "Crushes get you nowhere in the music business," Diz said with finality, shaking his head. "Maybe to get him in my studio, I have to make him love me!" he exclaimed, moving toward her with the drinks. She handed her the champagne and took a seat beside her. "My celebrity crush is... I don't think I have one. I did like Olivia Grace at one point." He didn't mind telling her. "Who was yours?" he asked, taking a sip of his champagne. WORDS: 511 NOTES: Short. D: ---------------- CREDIT

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[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;]She smiled, chuckling at the name “Ling-Ling”. He called her the racist sounding name often, but every time that he said it she couldn’t help but laugh. ”If I’m not completely Asian then what else am I? If I’m not Asian that’s like telling me I’ve been lied to my whole life…I eat noodles nearly every day, i’m a martial artist, I live by the Asian handbook!” She joked. She scratched the back of her head, ”I’m a great driver.” She smiled, mostly to herself. She drove fast sports cars, that was her thing that she did on her off time. You couldn’t break sound barrier speeds and round corners with squealing tires if you were a bad driver, you would’ve been dead a long time ago. She was definitely tall for an Asian girl too, but she always wore heels so most of the time it was illusion. ”Maybe I’m part thug, badass.” She nodded her head as if it was true and there could be no other explanation. Tasha shook her head, ”Alex doesn’t fully swing the opposite way, she’s bisexual. She’s had sex with Dom, and then you know JJ. She seems to like girls a little more these days though. Julian might have a change if he’s a gentleman enough.” For some reason she was really protective of Julian being around any other girls, but him around Alex didn’t phase her that much. ”I know some other people that are married to music.” She stated, obviously referring to him with a smile. She rose an eyebrow, ”You need some sexy pictures in a magazine that can be blown up to poster size and put on his wall. That will win him over. Appeal to his sexual instincts.” She laughed, true story though, he had a half naked poster of Alex hanging up in his room. Tasha took the glass of champagne from him and took a sip, licking her lips afterwards. She hadn’t had champagne in a long time and she was trying to remember the taste. She wasn’t a huge drinker, and when she did drink it wasn’t champagne, it was get drunk quick and be shit faced forever alcohol. That was when she went out to the club, which was something that also hadn’t done in a while. She had been much too busy to go to a club, she had however been to a few parties but not even in the recent month. ”Olivia Grace?” All men liked her didn’t they? She had big tits, but she heard that the girl had a rotten personality. She knew the girls ex-husband anyway. ”You like big tits, yeah?” She definitely did not have anything near big tits, but that never really bothered her. ”I’d be afraid I’d get knocked out from them swinging all over the place.” She laughed and let it fade, ”But no, yeah, she was pretty good looking.” She was silent for a while as she went through a list of male celebrities in her head that she could’ve been attracted to, she thought about it for a while actually. ”Uhh…I always thought Leonardo Harrison was pretty attractive. Muscular, brute voice.” She nodded and sipped on her champagne again. She stood up and sat back down with her leg tucked underneath her and her arm on the back of the couch, propping her head up as she looked at her boyfriend. ”Are we going to go to Applebee’s tomorrow?” She smiled again, that seemed to be something she couldn’t stop doing tonight.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine CUZ YOU'RE MY Diz laughed at Tasha's defensive words about her ethnicity. Diz had a thing for talking about culture and race versus society; that was what he had always been thinking about as a kid. His race had affected him endlessly as a young boy. He could still remember every terrible incident as a kid and when people told him that it was strange to meet a successful, independent black man who was doing something right. His dad was also that way, an enigmatic and unique man who worked in a business that didn't always open its door to African Americans. "I sure hope you're a good driver. I don't feel like mourning your death." Egocentric as always, Diz grinned at his girlfriend, not truly imagining how terrible it would be to lost her. He just knew that he wanted her with him for as many minutes of the day as the two could manage. He would need his space and for her not to be too clingy, of course, but she hadn't annoyed him just yet. She knew how to give him enough space to breathe. "Thug and badass... Good words for an Asian exception," he chuckled. She was definitely different from the average Asian girl. She wasn't shy or particularly prude-ish, but she had that sense of honor that Diz never understood how to achieve. He had self-preservation, but Tasha had integrity in her that could never be oppressed. He admired that, but at the same time, it could be seen as tactless, and tactlessness was a vice. Diz was honest with himself, but he knew when he needed to lie and wasn't afraid to do so if it meant that he could protect himself. He wasn't too keen on disclosing every bit of information. He was blunt, but Diz was no saint, and he was nowhere near being as good of a person as Tasha was. Everyone knew it, but he didn't think she was above him because of her mere honesty. He just wondered what made her want to be with him when the two knew it was going to be a fucking rollercoaster. Diz had a hard time understanding bisexuality, so he didn't ask after Tasha briefly explained the situation. He didn't like pairing Alex Brooks and JJ Cayhill in his mind, but he didn't know Alex very well outside of that situation. He just didn't like arguing with her just because she felt like being an ass. She was was nicer than Rockie, but when it came down to the chatroom, Diz preferred it when Alex wasn't involved. "I'm married to music, but I work hard and play hard. Hard enough to, I don't know, not give up a good thing." He contemplated the way JJ had felt when the break-up was under way. "Sexy posters? I already have those! I'm a playboy model." He winked, pretending that he had any kind of sex appeal. "I hope he doesn't need that. I don't know how I'd feel if he were gay... I mean, if he were, I'd be offended that the asshole still chose the pretty girl over my fine ass." Diz didn't know where he stood on gay people, so he didn't bother bringing it up in its full glory. Diz figured it would be awkward to talk to his new girlfriend about celebrity crushes, but it wasn't a totally new subject. They were used to each other. "Tits are nice," he nodded, mulling over what Olivia Grace looked like. "Her face is pretty as well. Can't have a celebrity crush with a shitty-looking face." He looked at Tasha, glad that she looked the way she did. She wasn't the prettiest girl on the planet, of course, but he couldn't possibly complain about his girlfriend's appearance. She was what he wanted. "Leonardo Harrison? I hear he's an asshole!" Diz almost shouted. He was kidding, but his natural reflex was to defend himself. He wasn't five, though, so he accepted what she told him. "He's pretty toned, I guess," he shrugged. He couldn't say much about the guy. He didn't know what he really looked like. Only vague pieces of the man's physical make-up came to mind. ”Are we going to go to Applebee’s tomorrow?” she smiled at him. "Do you want to go to Applebee's?" he asked her, smirking as he took a sip and set the glass down on the coffee table. "You can order whatever you want..." WORDS: 744 NOTES: <3 ---------------- CREDIT

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[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;]Tasha was good at most of the things that she did. Which was great since she was so much into danger, every day of her life she put herself in a dangerous position, more so than the average person. Being alive was dangerous anyway. ”I sure hope you’re a good driver. I don’t feel like mourning your death.” She couldn’t help but laugh, ”Aw, thanks. That’s so sweet.” She was half teasing and half being serious. But she didn’t want to imagine any ones reaction if she did die. ”Maybe sometime you can come out and watch me drive.” It was always in a controlled environment, none of that fast and furious shit. She either went to a track or out to a secluded area with other stunt drivers. She figured that any man would like to go out to the track and watch a hot girl drive a sports car at one hundred plus mile per hour speeds. The roller coaster of a relationship that Tasha and Diz knew that they were going to end up in didn’t scare Tasha. She was after all an adrenaline junkie. She didn’t plan this out to anything, but a relationship with no action or surprises would probably be pretty boring for her. She appreciated not having animosity towards people, but her personality never allowed it. There was always someone she hated or had beef with and she was never afraid to share her true feelings, no matter how harsh, with another person. Sharing her true feelings was what got her into trouble the most. But she had a hot head, and when people pissed her off she never suppressed it. Tasha could say that she didn’t like trouble, but in reality she fucking loved it. She used to go out just to get into trouble. She liked how he put it, rather articulately. He was a musician after all. She nodded in appreciation, acceptance, ”Good to know.” She said as she sipped on her glass of Champagne again. ”Oh now really? Were you planning on sharing them with me anytime in the near future or were you going to keep it a secret?” She joked, and continued to tease ”Because I’m not judging.” She smiled at him. She bursted out into laughter though that he would be offended if Julian was gay and still picked Alex over him. ”Well if Julian went after you at all, him and I would have a problem.” Tasha probably would lay the beat down on her little brother if he ever thought about going after her man. Actually she would probably just laugh and watch him try to pick up Diz, because it would be hilarious. ”Tits are nice.” She attempted to sneak a quick glance down at her own without getting caught, but she probably wasn’t too ninja about it. Tasha didn’t have big breasts, they were average, she was a skinny girl and they fit her build. She also had a lot of upper body strength so even if she did have big tits they would be hard as rocks anyway. Tasha didn’t have much of the curves going on, but she still considered herself to have a pretty hot body. ”He’s not an asshole, he’s just engaged.” She nodded, ”But if I’m going to like a person that I have no chance in hell with then I’m not going to go for personality.” She laughed and nodded again, ”I do want to go to Applebee’s.” It was a joke to them, but the restaurant did have decent food that was reasonably priced. In many smaller cities Applebee’s was the hottest restaurant someone could take their date. ”I’ll get chocolate cake.”

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine CUZ YOU'RE MY Diz could just imagine her behind a car on a racetrack. "That actually sounds cool as shit," he laughed. He liked the way Tasha could carry herself; he didn't have respect for many women, but Tasha was far different from most of the ones he had met. Maybe, he supposed, that was why he had felt undeniably attracted to her from the moment they first met. The relationship that they had begun with had been rather platonic. Honestly, he wondered to himself why he hadn't attempted to fuck her or make her his. Maybe he respected her so much that he didn't want to attempt possessing her free spirit, but now that he looked at it, he probably thought it had been too fragile then. Being with Tasha was a risk that he would never have taken without her provoking it at his concert. There was no way the two would be happy together from here on out; he was aware that it was going to take adjusting, but he was in too deep to back out. Diz was aware that some of their arguments would undoubtedly become volatile. Diz wasn't a pussy about relationships; he wasn't going to do things to please her or play the chivalry card. He used to be that sweet guy in high school, but since he got his heart kicked in the ass, he had learned to adjust according to the girl. Most girls liked his tough attitude and lack of versatility when it came down to who he really was, but Tasha's attraction to him seemed very different. She knew that he was an asshole. In fact, she knew him better than most people did. JJ was the only other person who Diz trusted this much. The two were still around after being put through Hell by Diz, so they deserved his trust. The fact that Tasha was even interested in dating him was astonishing. Most women would have turned the other way. He was a time bomb: violent, temperamental, sexist, and true to form. That scared the world. "I wasn't going to tell you about my playboy modeling career... You would judge me, so don't lie," he said, a small smile forming on his lips. He liked the way she understood his jokes and how she actually laughed at them sincerely. After experiencing the people on tour, he realized that most people laughed at celebrities' jokes because they were trendy, not because they were actually funny. He liked that Tasha was something real he could come back to. He wanted to make a threesome joke, but he decided that it was too far. "Your brother isn't as cute as you, so I suppose it would be funny," he replied, laughing at the image of Julian ever hitting on him. Diz made Julian so uncomfortable that he was certain the boy wouldn't approach Diz even if he were. Dexter didn't see an issue with discussing sexcapades and most other topics, but Julian was the naive and innocent type. Diz didn't understand it well now, but he remembered being that kid when he was younger, and sometimes it actually made him feel a little bit guilty for bringing those subjects up. Just a little bit. Diz caught the glance Tasha threw at her chest and followed her gaze for a few seconds longer than was socially acceptable. Once she started speaking again, he pulled his eyes back to hers. Was it bad to look at his best friend/girlfriend's breasts this soon? He didn't know how to consult that issue. Diz grinned at her as she discussed her celebrity crush. It didn't make him particularly angry. They were discussing matters so casually that it felt like a strange, nostalgic throwback to the past four years. "Yeah, fantasies don't have much to do with personality..." He began to think about the dreams he had experienced with Olivia Grace. Even in his fantasies, she was a bitch, but that was alright with him. ”I do want to go to Applebee’s.” Diz looked at her again, rather seriously this time. A real date between them was going to be a first; even he registered that. He chuckled. "Just chocolate cake?" he raised his eyebrow at her. He leaned a bit closer to her, hating the space between them on the couch. WORDS: 723 NOTES: <3 ---------------- CREDIT

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[atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;]Tasha was not an open type of person. Most of her emotions and thoughts she kept to herself. Most of it was for the sake of not wanting to burden others, another part of it was because she wouldn’t want people to bother her with their problems. She was definitely selfish in that sense, but most people knew that she was selfish. On the surface she appeared very standoffish towards strangers and she was very selective with who she let close to her. But she’s always had a defensive personality, she is the protector, but like a superhero has to decide to use their powers for good or evil, Tasha’s dilemma was deciding if she should protect others or herself. She opted to protect herself, and then Julian of course. Her circle of friends had expanded from family to actual people that she had managed to open up enough to trust. Those people included JJ and Diz. JJ was a person that she shared her feelings with when she needed to get them out. Diz was the person that she had become friends with that she experienced things with. They travelled and did various activities together that only close friends would do. They were breaking that close friends barrier and becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. Tasha was actually excited to bust through that wall into another realm where they would experience romance with one another. She laughed again, running a hand through her brown hair as she looked at him, ”I would not! I would be mad because you hadn’t showed me.” She smiled, her white teeth becoming exposed. She was having a good time sitting on the couch with him. She liked friendships like that, where she could just be chill with a person and have a good time. She guessed she liked that in a boyfriend too. It was nice to be around Diz after having been filming around people that she was merely acquaintances with. ”Aw, thanks. We have the same genes though so if he was at least as cute as me I wouldn’t even be mad.” She teased him. Julian and Tasha were definitely close siblings. Tasha didn’t treat Julian like she did anybody else in her life. With her harsh personality a lot of people would think that she was a bossy older sister, but she was like a second mother a lot of the time, which could have been worse. She liked to embarrass him, that was her favorite past time. She repositioned herself and pulled her legs up underneath her on the couch and turned her body to face her boyfriend. She lifted her arm and rested her elbow on the back of the couch, holding her head up with her hand. She couldn’t help but smile as she noticed Diz looking at her chest. She had drawn attention to it, not purposely, but she couldn’t blame him for looking. With his new status as her boyfriend he was allowed to look as much as he wanted. Not saying that her breasts were his for the gazing, but it was now acceptable. She shrugged, ”No, but I like chocolate cake. They have nice salads, the ones that have nuts and fruit on them and different dressings.” Of course she would pair a sugary dessert with a health food. ”Chicken strips are always good too.” Her gaze was steady on him, and she squinted her eyes as she looked at him in thought. It took her a while for her to say anything, until she popped out of her mouth a blunt question, ”Do you feel like you’re my boyfriend yet?” It was a question that she wanted an honest answer to, and wouldn’t be mad about the answer either.

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