The Jig is Up
****Still at WK109 Radio Station****
The Interview was just about to start when the interviewer Mr. Jackson was curious about the whereabouts of little roc royal. Three-fourths of MB had displayed cluelessness acrossed their faces. Prod had his head down in shame. Prince looking around and admiring his hands and nails and rayo, ray was on his phone checkin his messages.
Mr. Jackson: Did anyone hear me? Where is roc royal?
MB snapped into reality.
Prod: Oh sorry, my bad.
Prince looked towards rayo, ray as did prod since rayo, ray was supposed to be in charge of the whole situation.
Ray: *looks up* Oh my bad. *puts away phone* Roc is um.....He couldn't make it today. *clears throat*
Mr. J raised an eyebrow in curiousity at ray
Mr. J: Oh really?
rayo, ray slowly nods his head in nervousness
Mr. J: All four members of Mindless Behayvior was scheduled at 6:00 pm today at WK109 Radio Station for an interview. So what happened?
Ray: Oh....well that It was kind of last minuto thing *chuckles*
Mr. J: Young man, I don't find this situation funny at all.
Ray's chuckle quickly faded into seriousness.
Ray: *clears throat* Sorry
Mr. J: Let me speak with yallz manager. Where is the man walter at?
Ray's corazón had sunk rock bottom and the mariposas have risen into nervousness.
Uh-OH I'm gonna be in BIG trouble. What am I gonna do now?
Before Mr. Jackson left his seat, walter had just entered the studio about to have a asiento when mr. jackson had gestured walt to come over to him for a moment. I quickly buried my head in my arms on the mesa, tabla before me and pretended I had nothing to do with roc's disappearance.
I saw both walter and mr. jackson talking briefly until I saw a ghastly expression upon walter's face. He turned to look near us and back at Mr. J. He then gestured mr. cater to round us up. I guess our little interview will be postponed until further noticed.
Mr. Carter: Come on boys, let's go.
Where are we going Mr. Carter?
Mr. C: We either going inicial or.....
o what? WHAT????
Mr. C: *ignores princes question* Wake up rayo, ray rayo, ray and tell 'em it's time to go.
I nudge for rayo, ray to get up but he wouldn't budge.
Come ON rayo, ray time to go.
He wouldn't move.
Him and roc were so close.
If we lost roc it would be ALL our faults.
Prod: Are we still going to do the interview with Mr. Jackson, Carter?
Mr. C: Uhhhh I don't think so. It might be unless we can find roc. Yall boys know where yall last seen him?
I think it was when we performed at lincoln Terrance High School.
Mr. C: Hmmm. Well maybe that's the first place we should all go looking for him.
Prince: *smiles* Yeaaaaaaaaaaa, maybe he's there hiding somewhere.
Ray: *mumbles and lifts his head up* Why would he be hiding out in some some rinky dink high school huh? *sniffs*
Oh good, you're up.
Prod: Ray............were you......crying?
rayo, ray wipes away all the moisture from his baby face as much as possible and stands up.
Ray: *sniffs* SHUT-UP and leave me alone.
He pushes his chair in and rushes out the studio.
Someone sounds guilty
Walter and Mr. Jackson looks towards our direction
Walter: *concern* What was all that about?
I shrugged, I don't know.
The truth is, I knew. I just didn't want to say anything.
rayo, ray Royal were VERY close and I wasn't surprised that rayo, ray would be so emotional like this. He LOVED roc as if he were another edition to his family. If he was supposedly hiding at the high school (in which i highly doubt) o maybe someone kidnapped him. If the latter, the kidnapper would be in a world of hurt.
*****Back at Babysitter's House******
Me and my little buttaball cutie pie were about to place the toppings on our pizza.
BS: Ok rockie, here are your toppings and tu get to choose anyones tu want ok?
Roc: *nods head* OK
He flashed a beautiful smile as he was eagered at the wonderful colores of display placed on the counter. There were chopped campana peppers, onions, mushrooms, bacon, pepperoni, shredded chicken, raw ground beef, shredded cheese, chopped pineapple chunks, some spices and herbs, etc..
Roc: Mm mm everything looks delicious.
I walked over to his side of the couunter and squeezed him in my loving arms and kissed his right cheek.
BS: Thank tu bebe. tu don't mind me calling tu that?
Roc looked up at me with his beautiful almendra shaped brown eyes. Noooo I don't mind.
Awwwwww how cute! As I hugged him again and squeezed him tight. I released him and let him decorate the naked pizza crust.
Oh before I let tu decorate the pizza, let me get my homemade pastas, pasta sauce from inside the fridge.
Roc: Hmmmm let's see....Ummmm do tu have any plátano peppers???
plátano peppers? Yes I have some. Any other topping tu want?
Roc: Let see...some ham chunks....
I gotcha. I placed the pastas, pasta sauce on the counter for him to start pouring it on top. Oh and here's a spoon tu can use.
Roc: Oh thank you.
I smiled. You're welcome pookie pie.
He quietly dips the sauce spoon into the pastas, pasta jar and spread the sauce on the crust. I chopped up some ham and some plátano peppers for him.
Roc: This is gonna be a funny tastin pizza, he dicho to himself.
I giggled. Of course silly, tu wanted all these toppings on it.
Roc: That's because I like all kinds of toppings. I don't like just plain old pizza. It's boring. I like a crazy type of pizza. I'm going to make mines mindless.
I giggled again. He makes me laugh. I'm glad I took the opportunity to snatch him up when I could. I really, really REALLY enjoy his prescense around me. *sighs in happiness* He's gonna stay with me FOR-EV-ER!!! *does evil laugh* muahahahahahhahahahahahhaahaaahahahahahahah
****10 minutos later*****
Ok ham and plátano peppers are done!!!!
Roc: *claps* YAAAAAAAAAAAAY
I placed two containers of ham and plátano peppers on the counter siguiente to the pizza. Rockie putted his hand into the ham container and grabbed a couple of cubed ham and placed some on the pizza siguiente to the mushrooms and onions. He spreaded them across the pizza as if he was the town planner. Carefully placing the toppings gracefully ontop on the pizza sauce. It was a messy sight. He tried to be careful, but of course some pastas, pasta sauce got onto his white shirt.
OH NO wockie, tu gettin pastas, pasta sauce ALL over your white shirt.
Roc looks down at his camisa, camiseta and smiled at me. He shrugged in the cutest way possible. I wasn't mad. I was kinda glad he was making a cute little mess. It only meant that he was enjoying himself and NOT worrying about irrelevant things such as leaving my house o when will he see his family and friends again. *sighs in happiness* I also get to bathe him. I'm not sure if he'll let me, but I'll find away.
***MB's POV in the van***
We just left WK109 Radio Station, and we are heading over to that highschool we just performed at least 2 hours ago. It is now 6:01 pm. Wherever roc is, i hope he is ok. I closed my eyes and rested them.
I stared outside the window of our camioneta, van as we our on the way to that ole school where I last seen my bro. I had my hand propped under my chin and hoped that roc was ok. It felt like someone was staring at me as I slowly turned around to see who it was. It was princeton. He was in the asiento in front of me with a concerned look.
I looked at rayo, ray with concerned. I hope he's alright.
Are tu ok ray? I asked.
Ray: What's it to you?
Because I wanna know.
Ray: Back off he dicho with an uncaring tone.
He was silent. I decided to sit siguiente to him as the conversation between me and him would be private and i had no one to talk to. Prod was asleep and mr. carter and walter was talking. I unbuckled my seatbelt and carefully climbed over my asiento and fell on the floor near ray's feet in the asiento behind me. rayo, ray scoffed at me and went back to staring outside the window. I sat up and brushed myself off and sat siguiente to him while buckling my seatbelt.
Ray: *sucks teeth* Why are tu in my seat? tu know if roc isn't sitting siguiente to me, I want MY asiento to be empty wit just ME sittin in it.
Well rayo, ray I hope tu do know that tu don't own NO seats in this vehicle.
He was silent. I HATED it when he got like this. One minuto he mumbles something, the siguiente he's silent. Why wont he just tell me what's on his mind?
*sighs in irritation* Why the hell is this nigga botherin me??? DAMN, can i get some privacy please?
Prince: Ray, I noticed tu were crying in the studio today---
Out the corner of my eye i saw a hand coming my way. I quickly counteract it and slapped it away before it had any chance to land on my shoulder. NOT TODAY!!!!
Prince: OW. *rubs hand* rayo, ray that was uncalled for, tu didn't have to hit me.
I turned to face prince. Well tu didn't have to TOUCH me either. Oh that's RIGHT, tu didn't cuz I stopped tu from doin it. I quickly faced outside the window again. I checked my phone again. Looking for any new messages from roc. NONE. NO NEW MESSAGES my phone displayed. Ugh. Where oh WHERE IS ROC???
Me and babysitter finished adding our toppings onto the pizza as she placed it into the horno so that it could bake. I could hardly wait. But now that that's been done. I'm starting to worry. How come any of my friends didn't think to call me? Don't get me wrong I kinda like it here. I get free food, a shelter, tv time, lots of love, and whatnot. Although it is pretty creepy...I kinda like her. Not like her like her. But like as a friend. más like an older sister. tu know....I never quite remembered her name. Maybe I should ask her. That's why I'm callin her babysitter all the time. Cuz she babysits me during my off time when I'm not performing for people and making money.
hola babysitter....I said.
BS: *gets up from the couch* Yessss calabaza pie?
What's your name?
BS: My name? Why would tu want to know my name sweetie?
I was just curious is all. I bet tu have a really beautiful name.
BS: *smiles* Awwwww thank tu manzana, apple dumpling.
*chuckles* She gives me the most funniest names. manzana, apple dumpling, calabaza pie, pookie pie, butterball cutie, marshmellow bootie, etc. I guess their ok for now. I don't want to hurt her feelings so i just let her call me whatever as long as it's nothing negative. But I don't think she's gonna call me that. Her personality is so nice and warming. There's not a bad bone in her body.
BS returns to the sofá with some limonada and laughs at the program she's watching. I wonder where my phone is. I checked my pockets and around the living room, lifting up pillows and checking behind things.
I saw little rockie looking for something. I wonder what's he looking for.
Watcha lookin for marshmellow bootie? (I call him that cuz of his saggin pants and his white underwear looks like two marshmellows displayin his plump little booty)
Roc: *chuckles* Ummm, I'm looking for my phone. Have tu seen it?
No, i haven't I lied. I don't like lying, but in this case I had too, for his sake.
Roc: *thinks to self* Where could I have put it???
I had to think fast. If I ask him, where was the last place he saw it. He would say the high school where he performed at. Then he would want to leave the house and go looking for it. Meanwhile his manager and his no good friends would also be there looking for him. I can't have that...They would double cruzar, cruz my plans. Un-un. I can't loose him after I just got him a few hours ago. I must keep him here. I must be 20 steps ahead of everyone else. I must continue distracting him so he won't know what's up.
Maybe I can buy tu a new phone? I suggested
Roc: Ummm that'll be nice but that's ok. I like my old phone. My daddy bought it for me for my 13th birthday. I have to find it.
Awwwww poor mooncake. Come here and let me hug you.
Roc: Umm, ok...
He walked towards me on the sofá and fell on parte superior, arriba of me as i wrapped my arms around him. I stroked his hair to relieve his stress. It seemed to be working. I looked down at his cute face as his beautiful brown eyes looked up at me with sadness...I think he was about to cry again again.
Oh no, don't cry my wittle wockie bear. Mama's here. A warm tear fell from his precious eyes as it rolled down on his soft plump cheeks. He sniffled. I held onto his little hand. I gently pushed his head towards my bosom so he could be más comfortable. I found the remote and cutted off the tv so the noise wouldn't disturb us. I held him in my arms and gently stroked his hair. I started humming silently. Hmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm. I looked down and saw rockie closed his eyes and it seemed to be working. I almost forgot about the pizza. Hmmmm let me see. How I'ma do this. If I quietly get up and check on the pizza maybe I won't wake him. Orrrr I can just sit here for a bit and wait til the timer goes off. Yeaaaa that's what I'll do. As I continue to stroked him softly in my lap and hummed to him softly.