Step Up 2 The Streets Song Novels & Stories

I started to sing. “I’m the one to stick around, one trike and you’re out baby, don’t care if it sounds crazy, but you never let me down, no no, that’s why when the suns up I’m stayin stay leyin in your bed singin, got all this time on my hands might as well cancel our plans, I could stay here for a lifetime.” “So lock the door and throw out the keys can’t fight this no more. It’s just you and me and there’s nothin’ I ,nothin’ I, I can do, I’m stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you.” -Me

' 'Yeah it's pretty clear I ain't no size two But I can shake it, shake it like I'm supposed to do 'Cause I've got that bum bum that all the boys chase And all the right junk in all the right places…' I sang as we staggered along the street. 'Booty booty,' she sang, hitting my butt. 'I see the magazine working that Photoshop We know that shit ain't real Someone now make it stop If you got booby and booty just raise 'em up 'Cause every inch of you is perfect From the bottom to the top…' 'Cause my momma she told me don't worry about the size

The trio exchanged glances before Michael started hesitantly, "We don't have jobs or a place to stay—" "Money!" Jeremy blurted before Howard forcefully stomped down on his foot. A soft chuckle escaped me. "At least you're honest." Charles turned to me, silently asking for my decision. I gave him a slight nod, and he left the living room. "You betrayed me and hurt Grandpa, and now you're shamelessly begging for mercy? Who gave you the nerve?" I hissed, my voice as cold as ice.

I made my way to my stepdad's house, listening to a Mist track, Smokey. I started enjoying the lyrics. Late night cruising on a graft, smoking on the lemon or the am. Rolling on the passenger, cos I'm on a ban. Not long left now new whip soon land. Superbike daily cause I can, beamer try chase me, yeah it's mad kinda aggy lost the chase on the path. I'm weighing up the math, ain't worth the jail, are you daft? Said it ain't worth the jail, are you daft?

Her voice carries a playful confidence, and as she finishes, she glances between us with hopeful, eager eyes, searching for validation. I tilt my head, chewing on the tip of my pen absentmindedly. “So you’re going for rap?” I ask, more as an observation than a question. Zalie’s group doesn’t release many hip-hop tracks, though Lyla and Ivanna excel at the genre. Still, whenever they’ve dipped into it, the results have been wildly successful—chart-topping, even. “If that’s the case, maybe tighten the last line—‘level up your game if you tryna swipe me’—to keep the rhythm punchy. Maybe… ‘level up if you really wanna swipe me.’”

I'm trying to get away from him because I know he isn't going to stop. “Honey, you haven't started calling your stepdad dad” I smiled, for her bringing up the topic again. Though my stepdad is trying his best to have a good relationship with me, I try to comprehend what is going on between me and his son. I'm more concerned how he will see me after he finds out the truth about us. Did I just say us? That must be the slip of the tongue. “Dad” I say though it sounded strange on my lips but I will get used to it with time and Jaxon didn't give me the chance, his leg is strolling mine and it's going up reaching my thighs.

❤THEME SONG OF THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤️It Ain't Me Song by Kygo and Selena Gomez ❤️ ❤QUOTE RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤️I had a dream We were sipping whiskey neat Highest floor, The Bowery Nowhere's high enough Somewhere along the lines We stopped seeing eye to eye You were staying out all night And I had enough No, I don't wanna know Where you been or where you're goin' But I know I won't be home

//Uptown Girl Song by Billy Joel Smile Lily! Uptown Girl She's been living in her uptown world I bet she's never had a backstreet guy I bet her mama never told her why And I seem like crazy greeting with a smile and a good morning those people I encounter and they are answering back a lively smile. I'm gonna try for an uptown girl She's been living in her white bread world As long as anyone with hot blood can And now she's looking for a downtown man That's what I am. A guy busy washing his car was shocked with me.

Those I had risked my life to protect, the family I had once cherished above all, all of them had betrayed me. This time, I would not make the same mistake. Richard stepped forward. Each stride was deliberate. His towering shadow fell over me, enveloping me. The air around us seemed to freeze. He did not say a word. He swung his hand with full force, slamming a harsh slap across my face. The slap sent me staggering, my lip tearing open, and blood flooding my mouth with a bitter, metallic taste.

…Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin’…It's goin' on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin’…They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me…If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?…I guess they can't, I guess they won’t…I guess they frontin', that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool!…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the ones we hurt are you and me?…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the