Queen Bee

May 2006 (1)

It had been almost a full month since Angel's been back in Detroit with me, sleeping in my bed every night, comforting me, crying with me, having sex with me. It was perfect. Well, not perfect. It's shitty the circumstances in which she finally came back to me, but I know, if nothing else, Proof always just wanted me to be happy, and he knew I was always happy with Angel. He knew how much I loved her. How much I needed her. Especially in a time like this... So honestly, I think this is all Proof's doing. He died, and he went to her, pushing her to come back to me... 'Cause he knew I wouldn't survive this without her. Literally. That entire first day before Angel was here... My mind went to dark, dark places. Places I haven't been since Ronnie died. But as soon as I saw Angel, it was like I knew everything would be fine. Like my entire mind and body relaxed almost instantly. And I can never thank her enough for that. She truly is my serenity, my peace, my quiet place. And I never wanna be without my quiet place again. 

Although, while I thought it was pretty obvious we were back together, we had yet to talk about it. But is there much need to talk about? I don't think so. She coulda left after the funeral, but she didn't. It's been almost two weeks since the funeral, and she's still here. So I'm not sure if there's really a point in talking about it. Because as far as I'm concerned, she's mine again, and that's all I need to know. 

Fluttering my eyes open, I quickly realized I had fallen asleep on the couch. Unsure of what time it was, I figured I couldn't have been asleep for longer than half an hour at most. Turning my head to the side, my gaze fell upon a completely different movie than what me and Angel had started watching. Shit, maybe I have been asleep longer than I thought. 

Slowly lifting myself from the couch pillow, I extended my hand for the remote, gently flipping off the TV before beginning to make my way upstairs. Just as I reached the top level, I heard what sounded to be Angel walking around in the bedroom, lightly tossing shit around. Figuring it was nothing and probably just her cleaning or something, I continued my way towards the half cracked open door. 

Pushing it fully open, I was met with Angel wandering back and forth between the bathroom and the bedroom, her perfectly folded clothes all neatly piled in her suitcase as she continued to toss more shit on top. "Whatchu doin'?" I asked, my brows drawing into a frown as I took a few more steps inside the large room. 

She groaned. "Packing. I gotta get up early to go get Des from Betty's so we can make it in time for our flight."

"Flight?" I asked, confused. "Flight to where?" 

Turning to me, she cocked a confused eyebrow up. "To New York?" 

"What the fuck? Why?" I quickly asked. 

"Marshall, I'm sorry, but I gotta go home sometime." Her voice turning genuine as she brought her attention back towards her suitcase. 

"No the fuck ya don't? And May's my month! Des is stayin' here!" I exclaimed, feeling as I was starting to become more and more agitated with this random drop of fuckin' news. 

"Do you want him to stay here? He can, but I just thought it'd be easier on you if he came back with me-" 

"Yeah I want him to fuckin' stay here, Angel! And I want you to stay here too! Why the fuck are ya dippin' out all of a sudden?!" 

"I- Marshall, it's not all of a sudden?" She asked, confusion quickly taking over her entire facial expression. 

"Yes the fuck it is! We were doin' fine! Why the fuck are ya leavin'?!" 

"I'm leavin' 'cause I can't stay here forever, Marshall? What the hell are you so angry 'bout?" 

"I'm angry 'cause ya ain't even talk to me 'bout any of this! Ya just up and pack ya shit! Like what the fuck, Angel?! Ain't we back together now?! Why the fuck would ya leave?!"