May 4th, 2004 - Harlem, New York
Phabiola Fenty.
It's been a good month and a half since the entire wax museum thing. It's been slightly awkward. My dynamic characteristics have been getting to me. Chris has been affecting me more and more each day. Right now it's really late, about a half hour before his twentieth birthday. I was laying on the bed alone since my mom is out with Raul. I was texting Chris, just to see what was up. Every birthday I go up to his apartment to wish him a happy birthday. It's kinda weird to think he's about to be twenty, then next year he'll be twenty-one and I'll be sixteen.
Chris: Im up here relaxin you wanna come up? - 11:33pm
I fumbled with my fingers chewing at my bottom lip some. Do I wanna go up early? It's not tradition. Plus I've been so much more nervous around him lately.
Umm, no I'm okay down here :). - 11:34pm
Chris: Well when ever you do decide to get up here lil bit let a nigga know aight? - 11:34pm
Sure thing! Don't I always ? >:) - 11:35pm
Chris: Wipe that damn grin off yo face - 11:39pm
But...I like it >:) - 11:39pm
Chris: Very fuckin immature Phabiola :/ - 11:43pm
Okay and? I can be, I'm the 15 year old! Doofus :P - 11:44pm
He was taking longer time to text back. I didn't know why. What could he being doing that was taking him so long? He's probably really tired. I don't wanna disturb him any longer until it is exactly twelve o'clock.
Chris: Dont make me come up there lil girl - 11:47pm
You're not my dad! - 11:47pm
Chris: More of yo daddy than any other nigga Phabi dont start lil girl - 11:47pm
Mhm whatever go to sleep knucklehead :P - 11:48pm
After that he didn't reply. I decided I'd text my mom to see if she'd make it back in enough time to do our special birthday cake surprise we do every year for Chris. It's funny because we sing happy birthday with Barbadian maracas. Sometimes Raul and Austin even join. Every year, and we don't plan on changing it. Right before I could finish my text to my mom, Raul called.
"Hey Raul! How's my mommy?" I chimed sitting up with my legs crossed in each other.
"Hey princess, your mom's a little drunk. I'm gonna take her home okay unlock the door when I call for you. She's passed out now, I hope she stays sleep." He laughed a little. I giggled too, hearing about my mom being drunk was something I always thought about but never thought would happen.
"Haha, okay Raul see ya soon!" I ended the call. It looks like I'll be doing it alone this year. It's okay I can handle this I'm a big girl.
I'd do anything to make this happen because it always makes Chris so happy. Something I've been growing to care about more each day. His happiness. It's all that matters to me. Well besides everyone else's happiness, fuck I just want everyone to be happy! That's all I care about. Everyone.
"I guess I'll start pulling out the cake and candles..." I sighed getting up from the bed.
Tying my hair back, I stretched in my night pajamas. Which only consisted of a tank top and an old pair of my moms spanx. I went to the fridge and pulled out the cake I bought from Packmart, in its container. It said "Happy Birthday Chris!" In red and black since those are his favorite colors. As I was placing the number candle '20' on the cake after I'd taken off the plastic covering, my phone vibrated.
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Fanfiction"Phabi, you know I hate to write. Fuck, why do you think I dropped out of Highschool? But I made you a promise. I promised I'd do anything to make you happy. And if that means writing you a story then so be it. My little Edgar Allen Poe." I began re...
