Aiko
I sighed staring at the ceiling. This definitely wasn't a good nights sleep. I had a crick in my neck from this uncomfortable ass couch. I should have took Jermaine up on his offer, but I'm stubborn. Sometimes too stubborn for my own good. I was going to kill Blair. I understand it's her house but she should have took her rendezvous to his house. I mean you have guests. I can't wait to have my own. I don't like feeling like I'm putting someone in discomfort, especially in their own home. I know Blair would disagree and say I wasn't but once something's put in my mind, it's embedded there.
Huffing, I rolled over in an attempt to block the sun. I could feel the warmth as it peered down on my exposed skin. The rest of my body was cover in a blanket. No matter how hot it is, I could not, not sleep with one. I've just always been like that.
The loud slaps of feet makes their way to the living room, cause me to crack my eye. Jermaine didn't know how to be quiet especially in the morning. That was one of my biggest pet peeves with him.
"It is too early for you to be walking around, sounding like big foot." I spoke groggily.
"Man, here you go." Jermaine huffed, with tiredness still evident in his voice. I swear his sleepy voice used to do things to me. Now, I can't help but toot my lips up to the sound of his voice.
"And, it's too early for the bullshit. " he continued. I glared at him before rolling my eyes. It's crazy how much everything has changed. It's crazy how you can dislike someone you once loved, with everything in you. I refrained from responding, instead reaching for Journee. She put her little arms out whining a bit. Which surprised me at little, because she usually plays me when her father is around. Mommy gets no love at all.
Jermaine
"You want something." I called to Aiko from the kitchen. "Nope" she responded loud and clear, the p popping off her lips. I threaded back to the living room, with a glass of orange juice in my possession. Taking a seat at the opposite end of the couch. I glanced at her taking in all her features.
"What?" She questioned, attitude evident."You sure you don't want nothing?" I played it cool. "Positive, I'm leaving in a few." She spoke. "What's the rush?" I just wanted her around. I wanted to be in her presence, even if she was huffing and puffing at the sound of my voice.
"There's no rush. I just rather be home, comfortable in my own space." She glanced at before fixing her eyes on Jour. I knew this chase wasn't going to be easy, but this shit is starting to wear me out. I ran my hand over my face, grazing my goatee, before shaking my head. She was so difficult.
I watched as she got up, placing Jour on the couch and began folding the blankets. "You don't have to do that." I said. "I'm a guest, its the least I can do. Right?" She replied. She's so dramatic. "You'll never be a guest in my house. Everything I have is yours." I watched as she chuckled briefly, confused as to what was so funny. "I've heard that once before." She replied, placing a pillow on top of the cover. "What does that mean?"I growled. I didn't have time for her riddles. "It means, I don't want a thing from you, not a birthday card, not a roof over my head, nothing. I'm going to this on my own, so no one can ever throw, what they did for me in my face, again. As if I wasn't a big part of how they got to where they're now." She chuckled bitterly before continuing. "Before the fame, I was there. Before the millions, I was there. Let's no forget that my pissy pay checks went to your studio time. Sure, I was okay with that, but never again. Never will I put a soul before me. That's what I heard the once means." Her chest caved up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Her red face filled with anger.
Picking up Journee, she treated to the door with me hot on her trail. I placed my hand on the door closing it back, and locking it. "Move." Frustration evident in her tone. "No, you've dragged this shit out, for long enough." "Wassup' what's the real problem. How long you plan on being a victim, because no it's just plain annoying." I was over it. What I did wasn't right, clearly, but I'm done kissing her ass. I'm sick of apologizing. What more does she want from me?
"You know, you crack me up. One minute it's what I have is yours. Then the next, it's your a victim." She stepped closer to me now on her tippy toes. In an attempt to be face to face with me. "You've been around for approximately two and a half weeks." She rolled her eyes. "So don't every tell me, I'm playing the victim, when I put up with your shit, for years. I swear I said I didn't hate you before, but you're really making it hard for that to remain true." She huffed. "You're lucky I have my baby, because you know wassup. Now move." I stepped to the side letting her access the door. I planted a kiss on Jour's head. Maybe we weren't meant to be, because this is healthy for any of us. Especially Journee, I don't wan't my child witnessing what I had in my childhood.
Aiko
I had been home for a couple of hours now. Lounging in my bed, I sunk my head deeper in the pillow. I was trying to makeup for the horrible night I had last night. The sound of Journee sucking on her pacifier, echoed through the room. She looked so peaceful. I'm upset that I got out of character with hour around. Then again I'm glad because there's no telling where they blowout, would have lead. I'd be the first to say, I have a problem keeping my hands to myself. I've seen and witnessed a lot of things in my childhood, that made me this ways. I would never justify it, but there's reasons I am the way I am. I had to fight most of my life. I was on my own at a young age, this is all I now. How to fight.
Two taps placed on the door brought me out of my thoughts. "Come in." I called, rolling over to face the door. The door swung open revealing, none other than Blair. I rolled my eyes at the cheesy ass grin, she had on her face. "What?" She questioned, shyly glancing at me. "How's Mike?" I watched her eyes widen a bit, before chuckling. "How'd you know?" "What don't I know. Best friends intuition, maybe?" I squinted my eyes at her.
"You know, it's always the same ole' thing with Mike. We're always off and on, but I think it might work this time." She stated, looking at me. "I hope so." Truth be told Mike was perfect for her. He was everything she needed and vice versa. He had a good head on his shoulders. "Enough about me, where were you this morning? I came to bring you breakfast, but you were gone."
"I had to stay at Jermaine's last night." I fake grinned at her. "You wanted to or you had to?" She questioned clueless, to why I didn't stay home. "I mean, or I could have just ruined you and Mike's love fess." I chuckled at the look she had on her face. "I'm sor.." "You don't have to explain this is your house, next time let me know, before hand." I cut her off "I never want to walk into what I did yesterday. We're close but not that close." I laughed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." She laughed waving, her hand back and forth.
"So, ya'll cool." I looked at her blankly before responding. "Not even close, probably never will be." I huffed. "That bad?" She questioned as if she didn't know. "I mean, we had a screaming match, you tell if that's bad." I just don't get him. I just don't think, I'm meant to understand him. I tried and tried for the longest. The sparks or completely gone and replaced with a strong dislike.
I chatted with Blair a little longer, before deciding to watch a movie.
I remember being younger wishing my life was perfect, but I'm glad it's not. All my troubles make my story better.
