It's not a common cold, it's not the flu, it ain't COVID... I may be dying... but before I die, what if Donte gave me something? I know my sexual health but I never checked for his I just trusted him, y'all I... nah, what the fuck?
"I'm dead tripping right na." I unintentionally say out loud.
"Bout?" Suge my new friend that hates Dontes ass asks.
Say hi to Suge y'all... he mad tall, muscular but on the thin side, this nigga face sculpted and he fucked it up with mad face tattoos and piercings... oh and he gay; openly gay. I was out shopping minding my business and he done run up on me like "nigga you gay too?" Old me would've beat his ass but it dead don't make sense me denying that shit... actually I'm not gay just for Donte, if that makes sense.
I don't know why he don't like Donte and Donte dead don't like him either so... that's their beef not mine.
"I'm not gone add fuel to the fire." He rolls his eyes.
"If you gone be one of those besties that do nun but complain bout dey nigga I'm a leave." He looks me up and down.
"I'm not complaining..." He squints his eyes at me. "And you ain't ever gone hear me complain cause if it's sum between me and my man it's between us." Added a lil attitude for special effect, he do too much and I deadass just met him.
Suge shakes me off going back to whatever the fuck he was doing, I sigh and dig myself back into my thoughts.
What the hell kind of STD or I could it be? I'm well educated on the shit and I'm not having any symptoms that makes sense. Maybe I'm just sick I been throwing up and having weird ass cramps, food poisoning? Donte always feeding me and I just be eating without question.
"Hit me on my phone I be waiting!" Donte screeches as he makes his way over, I put him onto that song and now I regret it.
It'd be cute if it becomes our song, he really done bitched me the fuck out.
"Bro shut up." Suges starts.
Surprisingly Donte ignores him, he just sits down pulling me into his lap.
"You still sick?" I nod my head relaxing into him.
Donte rubs my stomach through my shirt and I tense. "You good?" He asks, I nod trying to relax but I feel mad weird all of a sudden. "You wanna go back to the doctors?" I shrug my shoulders.
"I feel like I have to but... we gotta talk first." He mumbles to himself trailing off to have a whole ass conversation, he talks to hisself a lot.
Suge blows smoke in my face and that was it for me I threw up, but fuck my well being cause Donte took that as an opportunity to fight Suge. I'm laying on my knees throwing up and these niggas scrapping.
"AYO?!" Scrap, I think? One of Donte's homies yell running towards us, great now Suge finna get jumped.
Or not...
I grip onto Scrap for dear life as he helps me up and hands me a bottle of water, I feel weak. "Dead that shit D!" Suge yells. "You see sum ain't right with Ren handle ya beef later but make sure he good first." Who the fuck name Ren?! I didn't register much after that just Donte carrying me and him grumbling bout how he gone kill Suge for real this time.
I didn't care for the beef at first but now I'm concerned.
"I'm sorry babe." Donte grips my thigh as he speeds off.
"Where we going?" My voice came out mad unfamiliar.
"I'm take yo ass back to the doctors." Donte looks at me worriedly. "Yo fat ass probably got food poisoning." I can tell that lil joke was more for him than me.
When we arrive Donte carries me in and gets all up in the receptionist face demanding I be seen this same time yesterday, I hate that I find his unnecessary rudeness cute.
"I literally just saw you two." The doctor says as he enters the room, I can tell he's irritated but I'm a need him to settle before Donte gets more hype.
"Yeah?!" There he go. "Well you gone see us again... and again... then some more till you fix him!" Boy ain't none wrong with me.
"With those symptoms the only thing I can suggest is a pregnancy test."
