MEDICINE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

VIXEN SCOTT

Monday. No one's home except me. Jordan's at school. So is Saviour. Cian's at work as always. And me? Well, I'm on the couch watching 'Coming to America' only because I wanted to.

Eddy Murphy, don't fail me now.

I was laying on the couch, a box of pizza on my chest.
"Pizza fixes everything."
I took another bite of the slice I was holding.

"Who ever told Hollywood that ice cream is a heart broken person's Go-to meal, they lied."

I had watched my fair share of romantic dramas to know that watching romantic movies in oversized clothes and eating ice cream Never Changes anything.

Pizza and Comedies do.

I can't disagree with the fashion choice though.

I just looked at the TV, watching, as Eddie Murphy made Vanessa Calloway bark like a dog. "Woof." I mimicked, then laughed, Enjoying the movie. Comedies fix everything. I repeated to myself.

Before I knew it, I heard the doorbell ring. I grunted, "Aarrgh! Who's disturbing my me-"

I paused when I saw Terry's face as I opened the door. I didn't even have the words. I just hugged him. "Uhm, are you gonna let me in? " he asked, trying to pry me off of him. I guess I was hugging him a bit too tightly so I pulled away.

"Of course. Come in." I said, moving aside so he can enter, closing the door after he did.

The look on Terry's face when he saw the state of the living rook was beyond describable. "What's going on?" He asked, turning around to face me. "Eddie Murphy." I responded as I pointed to the TV, taking the final bite out of the Slice of pizza that was in my hand.

"Vixen." "Mm-mm." I nodded. "Vixenn..." There's no way I'm cleaning right now. This place is a mess. "Terryyy..." I whined. He just ignored me and made his way to the pantry. Seconds later he came back, bringing with him a broom, a mop and a vacuum cleaner.

I sighed, taking the broom from his left hand, "What are you even doing here?" I joked, smiling as I started to sweep. He just smirked as he joined me, "I don't even know myself. "....

We were finally done. So we sat down and stared at the TV as the credits began to roll up.

I missed my movie. Damn it.

" Let's go get you cleaned up now." "What?!" I stared at him dumbfounded. "You need it. Trust me." "I don't." "Do I really need to prove it?" I really wasn't in the mood to get dragged upstairs.

I sighed, "I'll go get cleaned up." I said in a 'I don't wanna do this tone' as I made my way upstairs...

I was out of the bathroom in just Ten minutes and into my bedroom in less than One. No sooner did I get dressed, than I heard a knock on my door. "Go away, Terry!" I yelled but he still entered the room anyway. "Your hair." Is all he said as he sat on my bed.

I just looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that the hair Terry had given a haircut Three months ago has almost fully grown back to it's original length. Unfortunately, it was all tangled up again. I look like a mess neck up. But neck down I don't look so bad. Or at least I don't think I do. I'm  in oversized sweat pants and an oversized hoodie but Terry seem to disagree with me going out with him like this. So it's only fair to assume I don't look bad.

Now for my hair. I grunted as I got the hairbrush from my dressing mirror and began to brush my hair. After what seemed like forever, my hair started to look neat. So I tied it in a pony tail. "Ready. So where are we going?" I asked, putting my shoes on as I did.