Streetlife

24 - Let's Talk

STEF POV

Staying at Ming's the last two days had been pretty cool, and I felt free as a fucking bird as we spent the last two days chillin', listening to records, drinking beers and smoking pot. We did fuck a few times in between, but it was all fun and games and I liked her. I really did and talking to her was pretty easy. More easy than with anyone I had ever met.

As I feel the sun beating down on me regardless of the fact that we kept her curtains closed, there was no breeze what so fucking ever. New York, I swear, was the hottest place I had ever been to and they were predicting it would be in the 90's for the next week. Opening my eyes a bit I sip the water next to the bed as I slide out as we both had just slept completely naked.

I can see it is passed seven in the morning as I smile at Ming who is still rather passed out, and I put on a tank and undies as I head to make some morning coffee and smoke a cigarette. I was pretty hungry, and I knew Ming would be when she woke up as I get out the griddle to make some bacon and eggs. One thing she was never ever low on was food, but I wasn't one to eat her out of a house and home for she worked hard for her money which I knew and could see.

Frying up the bacon and making an omelet, I see a notebook on the table and out of curiosity I open it to see something that says Chapter One. Looking towards Ming's bedroom to make sure she wasn't awake, I quickly skim the writing and before long I am damn near halfway through this love story she must have written, and have smoked almost five cigarettes for what she has in this story has me in tears.

As I turn to the next page, being even more engrossed as I puff my smoke and have my feet up, I feel someone snatch the notebook out of my hand as I look up and see Ming who is completely furious.

"What are you doing??! Does this have your name on it? Does it????"

"Oh...I wasn't...I...was just..." I sit up now, feeling my heart race as my mind races too to come up with a reason as to why in the hell I had decided it was okay to read someone's private writings. Shit, it wasn't like I set out to hurt her or be mean but, well, I guess my curiosity got the best of me and I knew that was fucking ass wrong.

"You were reading my stuff? So that's what you do?! You go around reading people's shit that you have NO BUSINESS READING?! When I invited you to stay?!" She is red in the face now as I stand up and try to grab her hand, but she pulls away.

"Ming, no it wasn't like that! I..."

"Get out." Her face is stone now as her long black hair flows over her breasts, and I gulp as I try once more.

"Come on, love! I was just..."

"GET OUT! You have no fucking home training at all. Like fucking NONE. SO GET THE FUCK OUT! I don't want to see you again! And don't call me LOVE! I'm not your love or your...your lover...I'm nothing to you! Nothing!!!!" She begins waving the notebook around as she begins rattling on in what I think is Mandarin, one of the languages I hadn't learned, as I step forward, folding my hands in front of me like some bumbling lunatic.

"Can you at least give me a chance to talk? Your writing is good. I get it and don't judge! I don't, Ming, and..."

"No, I don't wanna hear your shit. And I'm not kidding. If you don't get out I will kick you out and not through the door!" I can see she is serious and rather furious as I nod my head gathering my things rather quickly as she watches me.

I quickly dress as she follows me all over her apartment, and I can't get out fast enough for I felt like a lunatic fool and was mad at myself I could scream.

"I'm sorry babe, I mean Ming, but for what it's worth, you're talented. And your writing is beautiful, and that...that could be published. And thanks for letting me stay and eat, and..."