I N D U L G E N C E (August Alsina) Sequel The Second Chapter

11.[Where He Is A Requirement, A Necessity, To His Lover]

Seriously, didn't edit this. Last  update until...Friday MAYBE. School comes before August. It hurt me to say that. *Tear Tear* LOL

[Phoebe—The Next Day]

“Forever my lady, forever my baybeh.” I watched on as this video played on the television screen. On the inside, I was blushing. It was about 6 o’clock in the morning and I had to get both Kaitlyn and I ready for school. I flicked on the television to Centric, and this was on. How ironic. I couldn't see him anywhere else but televison and the internet.

He called last night. He called to say goodnight and that he was sorry he didn’t get to answer the phone. We stayed on the phone for hours, and hours…just talking about random stuff. He questioned me on why I sounded so despaired in the voice message but I didn’t bother on telling him, I didn’t want to make him sad.

I went home and I tried to forget about the way I was feeling so I didn’t want to bring it up again. Although August and I are together…We really don’t know much about each other. Initially our actually getting together was through sex, and lust . We never really took our time to get to know each other and though I may know some things about him, I don’t know everything.

And I want to know everything.

I find this FUN. I feel all high school girly and dreamy on the inside. Like my underwear should have on Rainbows and cotton candy. Somehow, I feel like I have found my first love. I know what I said about Roscoe being my first love, but now that I have August…He doesn’t even compare.

Last night he told me that he hates to smell food cooking when he’s sleeping. I didn’t even know that! I hate that too. How fantastically odd.  I told him a secret about me too. That, I’ve faked plenty of orgasms with Roscoe. He found that funny, but really and truly I found it mesmerizing that I never had to fake one with him.  How Rosey.

Him not being here for one freaking night, has made me realize how much---I need him. How much I’ve been acting out causing him stress. How much I sometimes basically push him into another woman’s arm, with my insanity.

I just want to know the simple things about him. What’s his favorite colour, how he likes his eggs, what makes him happy and what makes him sad. I’m learning to be okay with being a simpleton at times and it’s amazing.

I strolled over to my purse that was lying in a chair. I opened it, hoping my Cocoa butter chap stick was in here, but I stumbled upon something else. I did hide this in here. Chad’s number. My fingers brushed against it and I looked at it really feeling terrible.

I only hoped he didn’t think August didn’t want to see him or have anything to do with him. I hope that when I would explain this to him that he would understand that I did indeed want to tell August about his brother, but it was August’s mother who was preventing me from doing such. 

I looked at it so badly wanting to call him and tell him the whole story and apologize. Explaining to him that kind of spot I was in. I grabbed my phone, dialing his number. I gulped down a cactus, just waiting on him to pick up.