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  The party turned out to be better than Max had expected. Music was being provided by the hottest DJ in town, who held fort in one corner of the palatial sitting room that had been cleared to provide a sizeable dance floor. He was glad to see people his age around, expected the place to be filled by mainly snot-faced kids. He allowed the girls to fan out to their many friends, not wanting to cramp their style. But of course, he would be keeping a close eye on them. The last thing he wanted was for them to be molested.
  Then he almost laughed at himself as, looking around the crowded, brightly-lit room, he noticed that his sister and her friends had even dressed decorously, compared to the costumes of the many other girls at the party. Hot pants, micro minis, sleeveless gowns with the hem barely covering their bums, these girls were really dressed to kill.
  But for now, there was only one that held his attention. Kessy. She was far across the room, dancing energetically with who had to be her third partner. Oh yes, he’d been counting. Sipping on some punch he’d drawn from a large bowl at the buffet table, he’d managed to watch her covertly, each time trying to remind himself of his code. This was his sister’s friend. She was barely seventeen. No way should he be considering her even remotely attractive.
  “Max! What a surprise!”
  He turned at the sound of his name, and came face to face with an old classmate. They’d both attended King’s College, had both served as prefects. They hugged comradely.
   “Jaiye!” Max hailed, happy to see a familiar face. “Long time, man. What are you doing here?”
  Jaiye shrugged. “One of the organisers of this gig is my younger brother. I came around to give it some credibility.” He grinned, displaying a set of handsome dimples that had made him popular back in those days. It had enabled him to get away with so many pranks because none of the masters had the heart to punish him when ever he apologized with that his trade mark smile. “What about you, Max, how came you here? Chasing one of these small girls?”
  “Hey, stop making me feel old, geez!” Max complained good naturedly. “Actually, I came with my sister and her friends. I’m sort of an unofficial bodyguard.”
   “So you mean Tiara’s here?” Jaiye asked quickly, a tell-tale gleam suddenly shining in his eye. Max mock-scowled at him.
  “Don’t even think about it,” he said, gruff and tough, and they both laughed. As if automated, Max felt his eyes drawn to find Kessy again, and finally caught her falling unto the laps of one guy who was sitting on one of the few couches in the room. He’d pulled her down and now she was giggling, pushing against his chest as she tried to get up again. Max’s good mood suddenly dwindled.
   Catching the object of Max’s thunderous stare, Jaiye said, “Isn’t that Kessy?” He knew Tiara’s closest friends, since he used to visit Max at his house when they were in school, and he had met Kessy, Itoro and some others. He remembered the gangly, clumsy bookworm Kessy – but when did she get so damned fine? He elbowed the silent, seething Max.
  “What a transformation,” he commented, then did a double-take as he began to really notice Max’s reaction. And then he smiled to himself. Uh oh.
  “Why can’t that little fool of a boy control himself,” Max fumed out loud before he could prevent himself, watching as the boy wrapped arms around Kessy’s waist, effectively trapping her so that she squirmed in his laps. She was still giggling and looked far from offended. If only she could see Max’s face. He was the picture of “offended”. Jaiye wanted to laugh but held it in.
  “Kids. He really shouldn’t be pawing her like that though,” Jaiye said – not meaning to incite Max, but it happened all the same. Before he could stop his friend, Max had dumped his glass in Jaiye’s hand and, without another word, went storming in Kessy’s direction.

ROTFLMAOOOOOOOOFF!!!

Mod, no really, you have to do something about this
Lack of rhymes and lack of sense is the trademark of this fish
So it's not supposed to be swimming in this lovely pond
Called Naija Love Rhymes of which I am so fond

See me see trouble ooooh
Moderator/Seun only you can save me from this stalker
I don't know if she has drowned herself in Johnnie Walker
Sniffing at my every post and looking for her name
Now she has come to add her poison to this sweet love game
A mental person thinks everyone else is mad
But she's the one who's so FAKE and SAD

Pleaaaase SEUN/STEPHEN P get rid of this rotten fish oooo

Sounds like M&B? Hm'n, thanks! You don't know it, but that's actually a compliment ! Seriously though, I deliberately over-simplified the plot. I like your philosophy on writing, but I'm just making all this up as I go along. I've written more serious, sensitive stuff, trust me .

Good to see you letting off some steam . Writing it off is far better than getting drunk or protesting in the streets like some people did .

Ruudie, I see how u dey ponder
No need for any wonder wonder
my brother na just a passing phrase
Make you no think say I don dey craze
But to anyone wey dey feel the import,
All those with whom I no get good rapport -
Na them sabi whether I dey refer to them or not
If them try themselves, dem go get e-slap wey v.hot

Nitty-gritty ke?? Don't you see they're underage?? . Give me some break, haba. Even sports people get "half-time". Tomorrow is another day .

@semid4lyfe

that thing you talk about NL wahala dey much in line
some topic wey dey for this forum get DANGER sign
e better make person just look in, then comot
no even post one small full stop dot
cos if you do by mistake put mouth inside
u go see say some people mind no be bona fide
so i don learn now how to disseminate and investigate
before I add my post and get am for an outpouring of hate
But for this thread I know say I don get my own comfy niche
anyone wey wan draw me comot, d person na winche!

@ hortongate, sorry but I think that's an unfair and misguided assessment. You really can't speak for everyone and assume that "nairalanders don't read long posts". The instalments made by dumodust are, as I have pointed out once before, quite copious, but some of us do manage to get through the lot - and enjoy it.

And not all writers post their stories here to "solicit for compliments" or, to put it more bluntly, to show off. I think to say we seek "honest feedback" is more appropriate. Yes, some comments made by the readers will be made just to be nice, while some might actually help to improve the story, and are very constructive in criticism.

I know you meant well, so this is not a rant in reply, but to clear the air. Thanks any way for taking the time .

Yeee. Semid4lyfe you want to kill me. I never try for today ?? Twist and turn ko, twist and shout ni. Okay, I'll try my best .

The three girls shared surprised looks at Max’s uncharacteristically short attitude. “Max doesn’t seem to be in a good mood,” Itoro whispered low to Kessy.
Kessy shrugged in bewilderment herself – but deep inside, she was smiling. She wasn’t that much of a kid. She’d noticed Max’s reaction to the sight of her, had felt every surreptitious glance he’d been sending her through his mirror. What could she say? She’d been hoping to have this desired effect when she’d found out he’d be going with them. As she’d picked out her outfit, all she’d been thinking was, it was time Max stopped seeing her as his sister’s cute and smart friend.

She’d been stuck on him ever since she was eight years old. And ever since he’d got into university, he’d matured into such a hunk, an intelligent, purposeful and gorgeous hunk. He was now in his final year, barely 21, but with the maturity of someone much, much older. She practically died every time he spoke to her, but she hid her crazy infatuation well. The last thing she wanted to do was incur Tiara’s wrath. Kessy knew how her friend felt about anyone having designs on her precious brother. So she played it smart. But soon, Max would be hers, she vowed.

Atreus, you being a guy yourself, I'm sure you understand his predicament . I have to keep reminding myself they're all under 23. Well, I'm struggling to continue the tale, just started yesterday. I'll see what I can do before the end of tonight .

No seriously Ruudie, stop. These rhymes are too tremendous!
(see as you don make me dey blow big grammar now )


But for real, guy, I dey impressed and surprised
these your loff rhymes reali need to be memorized
Me I dey always talk true, I no dey mince words
If something dey good, I go sing am loud like music chords
Nuff respect, I dey doff my hat
You get skills in full, no be in part

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Max looked at his watch one more time. He was already regretting that he agreed to do this – and they hadn’t even left the house. When, finally, his sister and Itoro came down the stairs from Tiara’s bedroom, he rose from his chair.
  “We’re so sorry, Max, I was fixing Itoro’s hair. We’re ready to go now. Remember we still have to pick Kessy.”
  “Yes, I know,” he sighed, then regarded his sister somewhat critically in her t-shirt with a large cat face drawn on it, worn atop a very short jeans skirt and ankle-high suede boots.
  “You know, I think I’m glad I’ll be watching over you girls tonight,” he said with a frown, turning to examine Itoro’s own get-up: a pink spaghetti top studded with dazzling sequins, worn over a pair of jeans that looked so tight it was a wonder how she squeezed into them. She was wearing a pair of very high wedges that still didn’t get her anywhere close to his shoulder. “I’ll have to watch out you don’t get in any trouble with the way you’re dressed.”
  “We can’t be looking that bad,” Tiara teased, leading the way out of the house. She was glad though, that her folks had taken the rest of the family out to visit relatives for the evening. Her dad had given them a midnight curfew, and only because Max was with them. If not, she knew they’d have had to have been back by nine. Left to her mum, Tiara knew, they wouldn’t even be going at all.
  Max still had a disapproving look on his face as he got into the driver’s seat of his Toyota, a sleek hand-me-down from his dad. Tiara got in next to him, while Itoro got in the back. He just prayed he’d be able to endure the next five or six hours before he could get back home and try to study for his mid-semester tests due Monday.
  Kessy didn’t live far away, and in ten minutes they were parked in front of her house. Tiara quickly fished for her mobile phone and rang to tell Kessy they were waiting outside for her.
  She heard Max sigh heavily. “Relax, Max, she said she’d be right out,” she assured him, thinking how cool he looked, though he didn’t seem to have made any obvious effort or worn anything remotely fancy. Just a black and red football jersey with “Gerard” emblazoned at the back, and the Liverpool badge knitted in a corner. His jeans were a light blue, distressed-looking pair, and his shoes were a pair of Nikes. He was really rocking the soccer fan look, and she felt really proud that she could show him off at the party to her friends. Half of them already nursed breathless crushes on him, and their antics when ever he was around was always hilarious. Thankfully, her two closest friends seemed immune to all that rubbish and treated him like he was the adorable elder brother that he was. Turning to glance out the window, she saw Kessy coming out of the gate of the two-storey building.
  “See, Max, there she is. Told you she’d be quick. Wow, she looks hot today.”
  “She does, doesn’t she!” Itoro enthused, “She didn’t wear her own spag after all. Her halter top is so lovely!”
  Max, already switching on the ignition, glanced sideways to see what all the fuss was about, and had to look again in surprise.
  Damn, but Kessy was hot.
  She was dressed in a black cross-over halter, the fabric stretching snugly over her full top half to stop somewhere above her deep, utterly cute navel. She was making quickly up to the car, and her curvy hips swayed and rolled in the fitted pair of white shorts she wore, her legs long and impossibly sexy as they ended in her high-heeled feet. Her customary cornrows ran back and then across one side of her face, the long tails slung forward over one bare shoulder. Max was mesmerised.
  He’d always known Kessy was pretty, all his sister’s friends were. But Kessy was taller than most of them, and unlike the others, his sister included, who still kept their girlish, skinny though nicely-shaped figures, Kessy was already abundantly endowed both top and bottom, as her unbelievably sexy clothes were sufficiently displaying. So this is what all her bulky t-shirts have been hiding, he realised.
She reached his side of the car and smiled endearingly. “Sorry, Max, hope I didn’t take too long.” Close up, she looked even more fantastic, her make-up simple eye shadow and pink lipgloss, but with her lovely braids, everything was such a natural and lovely mix that he was almost speechless.
  “No problem,” he forced out of a suddenly parched throat, shaking himself out of his reverie to get the car started, glad no one seemed to have noticed his unexpected lapse, as once Kessy got in beside Itoro, they all started chatted happily.
    Max was turning into the main road and trying not to steal glimpses of Kessy from the rear view mirror. No, please no, don’t let me fancy Kessy, he found himself thinking in strange, sudden dismay. He’d made a promise to himself long ago that he would never, ever have anything to do with any of his younger sisters’ friends, no matter how cute or sexy – and she had many of them that were both – and now this.  Kessy suddenly appearing looking like a woman in a young girl’s body was doing something to his own young and gradually confused hormones. Unable to help himself, he glanced into the rear view mirror as he stopped for a red light, and blinked when his eyes met Kessy’s. She smiled her sweet, friendly and innocent – or was it? – smile, before she turned to continue talking to Itoro next to her.
  Suddenly annoyed himself, he accelerated as the lights changed to yellow, and practically zoomed forward, making Tiara yelp in protest.
  “Take it easy, will you, Max,” she half-teased, grinning across at him. “I wouldn’t have expected you to be so in a hurry to make it to the party.”
  “Oh, I’m in a hurry indeed – to get it all over with as soon as possible,” he snapped, and immediately felt stupid for it, taking a calming breath and focusing more carefully on his driving.

Okey dokey . The more, the merrier.

semid4lyfe, na me dey bring disturbia??
no be me sing dat song o, na Rihanna

Ruudie, I dey beg u, make u stop
Make d head of we girls no start to dey pop

z-murda, make u no worry, na so we all start
just keep am real and post am from your heart

@ Ruudie

I no wan make u think otherwise, and make ur eye no shine,
but e get something wey I wan been tell u for a very long time
all of we know d reason wey me sef first jam this thread
and how I come like am pass the butter for my bread
e good make man know how to toast
or else he no go get babe, in fact e go roast
i don note am for a while say you get that good skill
in all the relevant aspect, you true true fit the bill
maybe na just composition, or maybe na ur sincere thinking
but when it comes to romantico, u dey flow without blinking
na you get the potential to take over Mr Rotimy our founder
as the naija love rhyme/toaster all-rounder
Before I been think say you too like love love matter
But my impression don change, no be say I dey flatter!
I value all my peeps for here, from semid4lyfe even to FL Gators,
All of una dey too real abeg, una no be impersonators

Ok ok semidi , I'll get on MS Word and try to continue, hope something flows. This your impatience is very motivating. Lol.

@semid4lyfe
when you write a story about young people, I think you should excuse it for sounding "pubescent" lol. This your vocabs sha. I'm learning oo! But seriously, I'm trying to think "young" in order for me to get back to the level of the minds of teens and make this believable. Don't worry, maybe soon I'll post one of my stories with a more mature theme .

@Atreus
Thanks. Now you know why I was asking you that question earlier. lt's hard to write about young people/kids etc and how they think, act etc, when you're past that age. I don't know how J.K. Rowling(Harry Potter) does it. Anyway, just to let you know I got some inspiration for this story from you .

Chapter One

 The three friends: Tiara, Itoro and Kessy, could not exactly be called party freaks, but they were known to enjoy having a good time. So when they got the invitation to Henry Obiora’s birthday bash, they were over the moon.
  Henry was only the eldest son of a rich and influential statesman, and had finished from a private all-boys secondary school, a “brother” school to the girls’ college the three friends had attended. It was a few months after their school leaving exams, every one was so relieved it was all over, and a gig that promised to be the party of the year was just what the girls needed to get their mind off their upcoming exam results.
  “Babes, I found the most fantastic jeans at the shops yesterday,” Itoro gushed that afternoon. It was a mere two days to the fateful night and they were all congregated in Tiara’s house. Her parents were at work, and her younger siblings were off at school, so they had the house blissfully to themselves.
 “You went shopping without us?” Kessy shrieked. That was like the height of betrayal.
 Itoro held up her hands. “It wasn’t planned, trust me. My elder sister suggested I accompany her to find a pair of shoes for the wedding she’s attending this weekend. You know how she is; we ended up spending the whole day trawling the whole market for just one wretched pair. To compensate me for the time and effort it took partaking in the ordeal, she offered to buy me a pair of jeans I was eyeing in one shop. Who was I to refuse?” She shrugged.
  “Who indeed,” Tiara murmured, walking in from the kitchen with two bottles of coke, which she handed to her friends. “So, were they designers or what?”
 “You trust me now,” Itoro grinned. “Bill Blass. The perfect shade of navy blue – fits like a glove. I’m wearing it with my pink sequinned spag top.”
  “If you’re wearing spag, that means I have just got to wear my own white-and-black one,” Kessy said promptly.
 Tiara rolled her eyes. “We don’t all have to wear the same thing, girls. People would think we were a set of triplets or something,” she teased. Of course that would never happen, since they looked nothing alike. Tiara was tall, dark, slim yet shapely. Itoro was on the short side, with an impish, pretty round face and very fair skin. Kessy, short for Kessiana, was a bit on the large side, very tall, with long dark hair she kept in natural cornrows. All three were beautiful in their own way, and were as close as sisters, having been friends since kindergarten. They’d attended the same schools since they were six, and were thick as thieves.
 “So what are you going to wear?” Kessy asked pointedly.
 “My Hello Kitty t-shirt, I guess,” Tiara said, shrugging.
 Itoro groaned. “Ti-ti, you’ve worn that like a hundred times!”
 “I have not! Just once. Or twice.” She shrugged again. It was her favourite shirt, of course. For now. She was like that; once she liked an item, she could wear it all the time to the exclusion of everything else in her extensive wardrobe. Until she fell in love with the next favourite thing.
 “You wore it to that D’banj concert we went to last week – and then to Aisha’s party the week earlier. Every one would think that’s the only decent thing you’ve got if you show up in it at the party!”
 “Party? What party?”
 All the girls turned to find that Max, Tiara’s brother, had come into the sitting room. He dumped a bunch of car keys on the dining table and came to sit next to his sister on the couch. He was five years older than Tiara, and all her friends adored him because he was so cool. It also helped that he was utterly gorgeous, very laid back and treated them like equals, not kids.
 “Max, you’re back,” his sister smiled adoringly, hugging him. The other girls greeted him with their own smiles of admiration.
  “Yep. I finished my last class a little early today, decided to come home to stay for the weekend. Looks like you girls have got plans.”
 “So you’ll be around on Saturday, the day of the party,” Tiara almost screamed happily. “Oh my God, you must come Max. You have to take us!”
 “Yes, Max,” the other two girls cried in unison. “It’ll be fun!”
 He made a face. “I don’t know girls, I wouldn’t want to be the grandpa figure.”
 His sister threw a cushion at him. “Come on, Max, you’re 21, not 81. Please? We do need a chaperon, after all.”
  “Wow, I get to play babysitter. Cool.” He still looked sceptical, but all of them batting their eyelashes at him, a united look of appeal on all their faces, finally made him sigh in defeat. “Oh alright. It might just turn out to be wild fun, who knows?”