One Shot--Elevator

"We're gonna be late! Hurry up!" the brunette yelled. "Take it easy, I'm coming!" the blonde replied as she jogged down the driveway. "In case you forgot, we have an important lunch to go to..." the brunette chided as they got into the blonde's car. "Maybe for you...relax, I'll get you there." She tore out of the driveway, and within minutes they were heading south on the interstate.

The brunette flipped through the blonde's cd changer, settling on CD 2, which spun up and began to play...

Hey girl you're comin' with me, your comin' with me.
Hey girl you're comin' with me, your comin' with me.
Hey girl you're comin' with me, your comin' with me.
Hey girl you're comin, ' come on...
Talk to me girl, Let me tell you girl.
Got you stuck on my elevator...

"Dude, I love this song!" the blonde said, as she cranked the volume. The brunette rolled her eyes and leaned back against the seat. As they were racing down the interstate, the blonde noticed a big black Escalade coming up behind her on the left...

Hey...
My first flo stopped a gold diggin' woman
Money cash flow all big faced hundreds
Stuntin' on the pole got them d-boys running
Shorty got both broke can't see what's comin'
Wear them apple bottoms, wear them apple bottoms honey
Dolce and Gabbana and she get it from her mommy...

Suddenly traffic halted, and the brunette groaned in frustration. "We're gonna be so late!" she whined, crossing her arms. The blonde rolled her eyes and attempted to get back into the song. She started dancing in her seat, trying to get her grouchy friend to crack a smile.

Louis bags, rich, Gucci, Fendi and Armani
See the carrots on her wrist now she pimps Bugs Bunny
Used to date Kanye now she want me
While I got my juice wanna take my OJ
It ain't her birthday but her name on the cake
If I ever play for booty grade A...

Suddenly the blonde looked to her left, and saw the back window of the Escalade rolling down, and she locked eyes with the curly haired boy who was in the seat next to the window. At first she was embarrassed, but when he smiled at her she continued to sing the words...

Got you stuck on my
On my elevator
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!

The brunette's eyes squinted as she looked over, "Who are you looking at?" she inquired. The blonde didn't even respond; she was totally wrapped up in entertaining the brown eyed hottie across the car from her. She turned up the volume, and he mouthed, "Flo Rida?" She nodded and continued dancing...

My First floor, stuck on the gold digger
Second floor, stuck on the dime piece
Third floor, stuck on the hood rat
Fourth floor, freak it I don't know cuz.
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator...

Their eyes never parted as the song continued, and traffic stayed glued to the pavement. "I know I've seen him before..." the blonde thought to herself. He was grinning and nodding his head to the beat now, and she had the biggest smile on her face. This was entirely too much fun; she barely remembered that she had someone in the car with her, let alone that they were going anywhere...

She got her nails did, she got her hair did
She got a Gucci bag, her brand new outfit
Stuck on my elevator, she on the second floor
Now I want you to break it down, DJ turn it up some more
Hey, dime piece girl; True Religion, Ed Hardy
Little mama twerk that top model body
South Beach piece on the back of that Ducati
I'll bet you that brand new Ferrari...

The silver BMW she was in was pulsing with the bass in the song, and the brunette suddenly reached over to turn down the volume. Without even glancing, the blonde cranked it back up...she was lost in the song with the boy...

My third floor stuck on the hood rat charm
Cut, take boy Hollyhood action
Short tennis skirt, now she got me in the zone
Tattoo type, bump the low ring tone
Bending Ghetto booty, playing the ghetto booty on her.
Roll up machilles don't smoke arizona
One night stand one night with the clan
One night, one time broke her off 10 grand.
Project all the way gutta all day
Shorty don't fake she'll put it in your face
Three stories while them hood rats beg

Got you stuck on my
On my elevator
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!

As the song began to end, the blonde smiled at her new brown eyed hottie, and he attempted to ask her name, when suddenly traffic started moving again. She yelled it, and he nodded. She attempted to catch up to him, and he held up his cell phone, as if he wanted her number. She yelled each number out the window, and he winked just before he rolled the window back up on the Escalade.

"What was THAT about?" the brunette asked. The blonde rolled her eyes, "Nothing...hot guy." The brunette laughed, "So what, you give your number out to random guys now? Do you even know who he was?" The blonde started to shrug, and then suddenly as she thought of his face, the name came to her..."Oh my GOD..." she said outloud...she barely heard what the brunette asked, but she immediately responded, "How could I not realize it was him?"