You can move away from your problems, but your problems will still be your problems. Bryce and Michelle try to pick up the pieces of their lives after getting married and being in a near fatal plane crash. Taylor begins his quest to move on from his...
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A lot can happen in two weeks. Two weeks is fourteen days, 336 hours, and 840 minutes. That is a LONG time. For the last two weeks, Tyrin and I have solidifying our relationship and our bond. I hadn't heard from Rico, nor did I really try to reach out to him. When I finally did get a hold of him, he told me that he had been out of town on business. We agreed that he would come over to my place, so that we could talk and finally straighten out the tangled web we were intertwined in. Tyrin agreed to let me be alone with Rico, while we settled our interaction. He and Aarik were out looking for office space for their magazine.
I laid on my plush white roundabout couch looking up at 64' inch plasma television. I was dressed in some comfortable gear. I was wearing some TRU RELIGION white Cargo Issac big T shorts, a plain white TRU RELIGION tee and no shoes. Pearly white socks covered my feet, as I relaxed looking at an episode of THE WIRE on DVD. This show was the shit when it originally aired. I could never get enough of it, so you best believe I had five seasons in my collection. That Omar Little was my nigga, although his ass was as crooked as they come. The doorbell rang and I became tense. This was it. It was time. I sighed as I stood to my feet and walked to the door. He was peeking at me through the glass door with his enigmatic smile and innocent face.
I smiled back as I opened the door. He walked right up to me and wrapped his arms around my neck. I slowly wrapped my arms around him and inhaled his scent. I knew this was going to be the last time that he allowed me to hold him like this, so I was going to savor the moment. As we pulled back and looked at each other, he touched my face. I shivered, as I stepped around him to close the door. I looked him over. He was wearing a red Desigual Mawu Polo tee with dark blue jeans, and white sneakers with red shoelaces. I had to admit, he was sexy as hell. Rico walked towards the living room, making sure I had a full view at his plump ass cheeks. I adjusted myself and followed after him.
We entered the living room and sat down on the couch side by side. THE WIRE was still playing, as Rico stared at the television. I stared at him. I felt his energy. He knew. I could tell. His entire demeanor was about calling my bluff. I sighed deeply as he slowly looked at me.
"So, you've made your choice, huh," he asked. I nodded my head. "So, where is he?"
"He's with his cousin Aarik. They're out doing things to get their magazine launch party set up."
"Launch party, huh? So, that is really happening?"
"I've seen a first look copy and it is really good. I think that the two of them have a hit on their hands," I half-smiled, admiring Tyrin's triumph. Rico smirked at me. "Why did you come?"
"You asked me to. Have I ever turned you down?"
"No," I answered softly. "Why is that? What is so special about me that you can't turn me down or tell me no?"
"You remind me of someone," his voice trailed off. "Someone I knew a long time ago. He stole my heart and I never got it back."
"You can't be talking about Sincere. You told me that you really didn't love him. So, who is this SOMEONE?"
