When Boy Meets Girl

10. Rolling Stone

Sunday Sept. 4th, 10AM

Michael's POV

With the window shades wide open, Michael was blinded by the bright warm September sun and was having trouble keeping his eyes open. After a few attempts of him shutting his eyes tight and rubbing them he was able to open his eyes, but then a pounding headache had quickly followed. Laying on his back while looking up at the light pink painted ceiling Michael felt someone move their body and snuggled up closer to him. Before he could say anything her arm was on his chest and what looked to be a naked leg around his torso.

"What and who the fuck?" He had thought to himself.

Turning his head he saw that her face was buried in between his arm and the pillow she was laying on while her jet black straight hair was a mess and in her face. Michael not remembering what happened or who was his chocolate lady friend, he ended up removing the hair out of his face and looking at her then thinking, "oh she's pretty cute." Then he decided to take a peek under the sheets to see if they were both naked since he couldn't really remember what happened last night. Once he looked under the sheets he saw her beautiful naked chocolate slim figure lying comfortably on her white sheets after a long restless and a forgettable night with him.

Not wanting to wake her and just wanting to leave without conversation, Michael gently removes her leg first then arm off of him then lightly and skillfully rolls out the bed, making sure he lands softly without making a sound. Standing up; Michael starts looking around her bedroom for his things and doesn't see them at all, he picks up her throw blanket on the bright orange chair in the corner and wraps it around his torso so he can find his things and make a run for it. After walking around the small, but nicely decorated apartment; he found his things in the living room and that's when he started to slowly remember the night and how it went. While changing back into clothes he kept his ears open for her because he didn't want his lady friend to wake up and persuade him to have breakfast or anything else in that matter.

Once fully dressed Michael spotted his cell on the counter and checked it, since it wasn't dead he was able to see he had 2 missed calls from Chris and a text from the baby sister with a video of Prince and letting him know everything was okay. After watching the 30 second clip of Prince eating breakfast this morning, Michael had looked for pen and paper to tell his little lady friend thanks for the good night. Once done with his little note, Michael left it on top of her counter next to her phone and a bowl of fresh fruits.

Successfully walking out of the woman's apartment, he smirks to himself and takes a bite out of the fresh green apple he took from her fruit bowl. While walking smoothly to the elevator, Michael throws his black jacket on and then ties up his messy black curls into a low bun while holding the apple in his mouth. Once in the elevator, he texts Trixie if he could swing by later the day because he needed serious advice about Lisa and how to handle the situation. After a minute or two Michael walks out of the elevator through the nicely decorated lobby and is greeted by his chauffeur to take him home.

An hour later...

Once back home Michael was greeted by a very small, but fast little Prince who was happy to see his dad after a long night without him.

Still not completely balanced, Prince runs to Michael and yells "Daddy!" Looking at him in awe and feeling his heart becoming full again, Michael squats down and opens his arms wide to pick up Prince and shower him with love.

"Now how's my little guy? You were good for Miss Desire?" Looking at his daddy and not really understanding or caring what he was saying; Prince gives Michael an innocent look with his big brown eyes, a sly smile, and shakes his head "yes" that ends up making Michael laugh and shake his head at his silly little boy.

Walking with her backpack in her hand and duffle bag on her shoulder Desire lets Michael know she was gonna head out and thanked him for the opportunity to babysit Prince.

"No problem and thank you for coming in clutch at the last minute." Lightly laughing at him, thanking her yet again, while she checked her stuff to make sure she had everything. "Listen Professor it's okay, you help me get the scholarship that's currently paying my tuition and supplies, also the internship this past summer. Trust me babysitting this cutie was nothing, he was sweet anyways."

"I know, but still I wanna thank you, now how much do I owe you?" "Professor, it was my favor, you're okay and don't owe me anything." Putting Prince down, Michael deeply sighs at how sweet and understanding his previous student was towards him. He took his wallet out and handed her $250 dollars. Surprised, she had respectfully declined.

"Professor, I'm sorry but I can't" "Desire please take it or I'll slip it in your tip jar tomorrow when I go pick up my coffee", Michael had said laugh, but being very much serious. Biting her lip she ended up taking the money from his hand and putting it in her purse then without warning she hugged Michael while thanking him again and squeezing him tight. After some more small talk, Desire leaves which meant Prince and Michael had the house to themselves again.

A couple hours later, Michael had laid Prince down for his nap which was a perfect time for him to shower off the night before and whine down. Once he was done setting the temperature for his shower so it could be hot and ready for him; Michael left that part of his room so he could finish the rest of his routine. Looking into the mirror, he all of sudden felt exhausted and overwhelmed by his own emotions and actions; he started thinking about her. 

He started silently asking himself why didn't she call or text him today, did she go home with someone else that night, and why did he suddenly care about a girl that he didn't even know anything about? While he stood in silence thinking about what's next, Michael finally looked into the mirror and just stared at his reflection, suddenly feeling even more vulnerable. Looking at his skin, feeling disgusted with himself and still not understanding why this had to happen to him. His insecurity started creeping up slowing getting ready to consume him then he hears ...

Buzzz Buzzz Buzzz ...

Trixie 🪩✨

Hey Mike! Sorry I've been running my morning errands

But I'll be home around 4pm if you and little man wanna stop by!

Saying a silent prayer that he brought his phone into the bathroom this time and Trixie sending him a text to bring him back to reality before he started to hate himself, he let her know that he'll be there by 4:30. About 45 minutes later, Michael gets out of the shower and wraps himself with the warm ruby red towel and heads back to the part of his bathroom to moisturize and get ready to go see Trixie. Finishing up getting ready, Michael hears the baby monitor going off and smiles to himself because his little buddy just woke up in time to go see his Auntie Trixie.

Happily walking into Prince's bedroom and seeing him rambling through some toys, Michael happily greets and tells him that they gotta get ready to see Auntie Trixie. For the next 30 to 40 minutes Michael spent time getting Prince bathed, dressed, and packing his favorite toys and snacks into his little dragon backpack. Looking at his gold vintage Rolex watch, Michael grabbed his keys and walked to the foyer at the front of his apartment and yelled "Prince let's go and bring your shoes please!" Running towards his dad with his little slip on vans while saying "shoes, shoes, shoes", with his small voice, Prince climbs up on the bench and watches his dad bend down and put his shoes on for him. Once Michael was done with him, he went ahead and put on his loafers, picked up Prince and headed out.

Arriving at Trixie's place, Michael was lucky to score parking in front of her brownstone home in Harlem; once parked he got out the car, got Prince's things then helped him out of the car. Once at her doorstep he had Prince ring the doorbell since he kept asking to do it since they had stepped out of the car.

Minutes later Michael was welcomed with open arms and a hug by Trixie's husband Jon, finally feeling fully at home.