jenae is forced to move into an apartment with her ex-best friend, vinnie. it's awkward since things became rocky before the two separated, but now jenae needs him to fake as her boyfriend.
fyi, never fake a proposal at a restaurant for complimenta...
outside the room windows, sounds of the wind swish and thunder rumble on the ground. my stomach churns as i lay in bed, tossing and turning to get comfortable. the comforter feels too heavy and hot on top of me, but if i sleep without it's, then it's too cold.
i just can't get comfortable.
and it's not like i'm afraid of storms or anything...but my stomach always turns imagining the bolts of lighting and feeling the rumbling throughout the house.
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groaning, i sit up from the bed and rub my eyes. sure enough, outside of the window, there's rain pouring from every direction. i glance at nano's dog bed to see if he's affected by the noises, and he isn't. he's laying directly on his back, snoring and knocked out.
maybe a quick snack might help.
sliding out of bed, i tiptoe down the stairs mindful not to wake anyone from the wooden floors creaking. on my way down, i discover the back door that leads to the screened porch is wide open. the palm trees laughing with the wind as the wind from all around the world seems to whistle and chant outside, sounding eerie.
now curious and straying away from the adventure of stumbling upon a late-night snack, i sneak close to the door to see exactly what's going on.
yes, i know i'm breaking the unspoken rule for black people. "in horror movies never go towards the sound or object, RUN!" our people would say, but in this case, my black card can be revoked, because the curiosity strikes me even more when i realized the voice that came from the side was vinnie.
he's talking on the phone.
i know it isnt right to eavesdrop, but my curiosity will be the one thing to kill me.
the death of me
"i know dad- but what you don't understand is im doing great. my pieces are in art galleries and you still aren't proud." he scuffs, "it's been years now. you just need to accept that i'm i don't want to be responsible for the family mechanic business."
i peek out the frame of the door to see vinnie sitting in the wooden rocking chair with the phone held up to one ear by his hand, and rubbing his face with his other.
"alright dad. i understand but-," and then there's silence. vinnie sucks his teeth and i hear him curse under his breath. "shit!" he loudly exhales shaking his head slightly.
what was that about..? whatever it was, he's been here for me, so i should be here for him, or would I be troubling?
unexpectedly, another rumble of thunder lands on the ground. i take the thunderous applause from the sky as a sign of the universe's approval and quietly walk through the door and toward him.
his hands are squeezed against the sides of his head and his fingers rummage through his hair. he's looking downward, elbows on his knees. i quietly sit beside him and gently place my hand on his back in soothing circular motions.
