It's only been two days since Larry left and I'm already having a nervous break down. I can barely eat, I check my phone every two minutes to see if I can a text, and sleep ? What is sleep ? I haven't had a good sleep since the night at the house. Everything is going wrong without him here holding my hand through it all.
My mom tried to take me out the house to do things so called fun, but everything reminded me of him. He got my head so messed up that the only way you can get my attention if you said his name.
My friends seemed a little distant from me lately. Not complaint because the person who I truly want to be with is with this brother and other female dancers that I might have to drop kick. One time when we were on FaceTime all I see was a girl in the damn thong like shorts parading back and forth lowkey checking him out. If Beyonce ain't come and and talked to me, that girl would have got some words.
Today is Tuesday and I'm back at school. I made the report about Damien, but for some odd reason nobody seems to know where he is. Like he just disappeared off the face of the earth. After the Beach I haven't heard or seen him around. Maybe he left out of town or something.
I stared down at my bed and looked at the half finished worked that I began to start but barely finished. The babies and the facts I haven't been to sleep is really throwing my off my game. I take like 5 minute naps then wake up to do some more work, eat, another nap, and now I'm determined to finish this damn paper.
Getting at the last paragraph of my paper I heard my phone ringing on my night stand. I wasn't trying to be distracted from my essay so I ignore the call. When I see that I was finished I high fives myself.
Looking to the side I reach my phone hitting the power button to see a miss call and a text from one person.
Larry
I mentally cussed myself out for not stopping for a brief minute to hear his voice. He texted "Guess you're sleep or something but I just called to check up on you, love you"
"MOOOOM !" I yelled out sinking into my bed.
I heard her rush up the stairs bursting through my door with a scared look on her face as if she was about to have a heart attack. " What happen ? Water broke ? Creep ? Do I need to blow somebody cap back blue ?!" She rambled.
I started at her like The Fuck wondering how she got all this dumb ideas just from me calling her name. "No ! And I'm only 3 months ... 6 more months to go. But LarBear called me but I was so wrapped up in the school work" I poured.
She chuckled at my misery before planting her self right next to me in my bed "he's on tour with that lady y'all in love with ... That Solonce or some shit." She waved her hand not really caring about her miss pronunciation. "He's busy getting the paper "
I hid my face into the pillow " God mother ? You and these damn terms. And It's Beyonce"
" Don't curse at me ... I'm still the mother and I'm in charge " she slapped my arms.
" All I want is to graduate, pop out these damn kids, and cuddle with my damn Larry " I throw my pillow across the room, pouting.
My mom started to laughing making me mad. She laughing at my pain when I'm dead serious. I was debating whether or not to throw a pillow at her, but the way her hands is set up, I'm not slow.
I rolled my eyes "Leave Me Be "
" Whatever you say Asia" she got up making her way to the door. "I'm taking the nightshift. I'll see you when you get out of school" she said before leaving.
I grabbed my phone again to dail his number hoping to get an answer. After the 3rd ring I was about to cry. All I wanted right now is for him to answer the phone so I can hear that sexy French accent. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard some one say Hello, but it wasn't him.
