Mayari Sekani Thompson
My head is pounding right now.
I look to my left and grab my phone off the nightstand. It's 6:47 am, I never usually wake up this early. I look to my right and see Messiah on his stomach with his head on the mattress and not the pillow.
I can feel his hand on my thigh underneath the comforter. Isn't he still with Cynthia? He can't be touchy with me then be in her face as soon as she calls. It's like he's on a leash or something. I mean she doesn't like control him completely but when she calls he comes running.
I slide out of bed, holding my head. I need medicine and a hot shower.
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Earlier I felt like two thousand pounds of bird shit. Now I feel like a butterfly that just came out of it's cocoon. When I get out the bathroom I immediately smell breakfast.
Let's just hope and hope some more it's Siah cooking. My mom can cook...it's just not that good. I got the bad cooking gene as well so let me close my mouth.
But Ms. Sherry can throw down. I mean she put her elbow grease into every meal she make. And amazingly enough she taught Siah how to cook from a young age. She taught him to cook and clean because she said he shouldn't rely on a partner to do that when he can do it himself.
I second that statement.
When I get to the kitchen I hear Forbidden fruit blasting from the Alexa.
He raises his head from the plate he was making as he still raps along to the lyrics. He smiles at me.
"I was just finna go check on you cuz you was taking too long. But come sit down since you here already." He says placing two plates on the kitchen island.
I sit down at the closet one to me holding my head still. It's not as bad as this morning but it hurts when I move in certain ways.
He turns the music down on the Alexa and then sits next to me.
"Yari. I know it's early and yo head hurting and shit but I need you to answer some questions for me." I nod since i'm chewing my scrumptious ass food.
"It's good huh?" He asks moving some hair out my face. I just nod again.
He just sits there and stares holes into the side of my face. I get up and get two glasses and the orange juice, which is better than apple juice. No pulp, pulp, or extra pulp, it's still better than apple juice.
I put the oj away and place our glasses by our plates. The whole time Siah was staring at me.
"Yes Siah it's good. Now ask your questions." He hates when I don't give him a verbal response. He'll just stare at me until I verbally respond.
"Preciate it, pretty. Last night after we talked you went off with ole boy. You remember anything that happened after that?" He asks me now starting to eat.
"I remember us being here last night and we were in the bathroom talking. But before that I can't really remember anything, especially after we went our separate ways it's kind of a blur."
I remember getting out of his car feeling like I was floating and then I remember us being in the bathroom then I went to sleep. Why can't I remember anything?
"Okay. You trust the nigga? Tree meet or whatever dude name is." Now he know damn well that's not that boy name.
"It's Demitri and yeah so far I do. But not one hundred percent because I barely know him."
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Just Friends
RandomMessiah Wallis and Mayari Thompson are best friends. That's been their only title since they met when they were babies, despite what others think. But as they get older, feelings change and things will only get more complicated for the two.
