You'll Always Be My Thug

Chapter 7.

You know when you wake up and just have a feeling todays going to be great? Ya, well that was me at this moment. After dinner with Zack last night and those beautiful words he spoke, I was on cloud nine still. But, I needed to get up and get the day started instead of daydreaming in bed.

I threw my comforter off of me and slide my feet into my comfy, black fuzzy slippers. I guess Michelle wasn't up because I couldn't hear the roar of the T.V., or smell breakfast coming from the kitchen.

Well, I have no problem cooking. I thought.

I went straight to the refrigerator and took out eggs, bacon, and pancake mix. Just as I was about to get started, a knock at the door. Who could that be?

I looked at the clock: 8:18 a.m. I slowly made my way to the door and almost ripped it off the hinges with the force I used to open it. I didn't even bother looking at the person before talking.

"What the hell do you want at-" I cut myself off as it finally registered who was in front of me. Shanae!

Okay, I haven't laid eyes on this girl since freshman year! Michelle, Shanae, and I used to be tight as fuck! Well, until she moved and we lost contact with her.

"Shanae?!" Michelle screamed, I didn't even know she was up.

"So, are y'all gonna let a bitch in?" She asked, laughing. I am never one to hate on another female at all, so believe me when I say this girl was bad. I was proud of my body, but damnnn was she thick.

I opened the door more and let her in, closing it behind her.

"What are you-...how did you know...what?" I couldn't even get my words out.

"To answer the first question, I live next door. Secondly, I was leaving out yesterday night when I thought I saw y'all with two white guys. I was just coming to see if I was right."

This was the best surprise I had gotten since I was down here, besides finally getting with Zack. "I'm too happy you here right now," I swore Michelle was about to die of happiness. "It's been so long. What've you been up to?"

"I live with my boyfriend, Tyriq, and I just enrolled at NYU. I couldn't stand being with my parents no more, so when Ty got a job up here and asked me to come, I jumped at the chance to move out." Why did the name Tyriq sound so familiar?

"Us too! Except we moved to get away from our exes." I said, getting up to resume breakfast.

"You mean Tremaine and Matthew? Or some other dudes?"

"Nope," Michelle said, popping the 'p'. "Trey and Matt ended up cheating graduation night and with them being drug dealers...it was best we just left."

"Wow. I mean, I know they were selling and shit, but cheating? I wanted what y'all had before I left." She laughed and we joined in.

"A lot of people did, hell, even I did when shit started going south. What people thought we had wasn't what we had. It got better for a bit and then we walked in on them fucking some other girls." No matter how over it I said I was, it still hurt to think or even talk about.

"I'm sorry y'all. But what about those two from last night?"

It was Michelle's turn to answer. "Oh! Zack and Mickey! You remember them?"

"Weren't those the ones practically obsessed with y'all?"

"Ya." I chuckled. Those were the days.

"I missed so much, we gotta kick it from here on out, no joke!" I had just finished breakfast and was putting the food out when her phone rang. "Hello? Oh, hey babe. Okay, ya. I'm coming." She looked at us sheepishly. "That was Ty, he wants me to come to a meeting or something with him. I'll come by later." Before leaving, she wrote her number down and fled out the door.

"Wow, it's been so long." Michelle said, stacking her plate with pancakes, but before she could even eat, she dropped the plate on the table and ran to the bathroom.

"Michelle? You aight?" I could hear her emptying her guts into the toilet.

"No, this has been happening for two weeks." Two weeks?

"Don't you think you should go to the doctor? Like..right now?"

"Can you take me? Please?" When she opened the door, she looked like death. I couldn't help but feel bad for her.

Surprisingly, there was barely anyone at the doctor so she was called to the back almost immediately. I sat patiently, reading the magazines that were scattered on the small table beside me. I was really into it, reading about how the Beyhive was going crazy that Beyoncé woke them up just to announce she was a vegan, when Michelle came back out, face stale.

"What'd the doctor say?" I asked her. She slowly looked up at me, face void of emotion.

"I'm two months pregnant."