emotions

II.

         "Michael! Get the door for me please?" I heard my Mother yell out from the living room. I made my way from our "in-home den" to the still ringing doorbell.
"Who is it?!" I asked, kind of irritated by the constant ringing. I looked out the peephole to see who it was.
When I peeked inside and saw who it was on the other side of the door I immediately turned around and walked back into the direction of the den. The shrew comes to ruin the rest of the day huh?
"Who was that at the door Mike?" My mother asked getting up from the sofa.
"Nobody important, Mama. Go on and watch your stories."
She gave me a confused look and pointed towards the front door.
"But the door is still ringing..."
"Yeah, I know."
"You're not going to answer the door?"
"Not for what's on the other side of it, no ma'am."
"Michael, baby. You gotta hear her out."
"Why should I have to Ma? She dissed me, not the other way around. I was my normal self to her from the moment I texted her this morning to check up on her. Even then her demeanor was a bit off. Then you do that shit, excuse my language Mama, at school and we suppose to pretend it never happened? Nah mama."
"Your absolutely right, I wouldn't have let it just slide either. Well you gotta least go talk to the girl. She still waiting outside."
I say make that bitch stand outside til' her fuckin' knees give out.
"Okay Ma." I finally gave in and walked towards the door. I took one last look at my Mom before I went outside to end whatever was left of this piss poor excuse of a friendship I shared with the unloyal thing on the other side of the door.
       "Took you long enough." She mumbled as she took a long pull from her cigarette. If only you knew how long I'd really let yo' ass wait out here.
Shrugging off her smart ass comment, I be-knowingly said, "You rang?"
"Yeah, guess I had to. You ran out and didn't come to class."
"Oh I wasn't aware you noticed."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She looks me up and down.
"Exactly what I just said. I wasn't aware you noticed." I blew out some air trying to keep my composure and attitude together for the sake of these nosey ass neighbors.
"Why wouldn't I notice?"
"I don't know, you didn't notice me today when I was trying to get your attention in front of your 'new friends.'"
She giggled a bit.
"You still on that? That was a joke Mikey. Relax."
She was the ONLY person I let call me 'Mikey' I fucking hated the nickname. But she was the only exception, heavy on the 'was.'
"Don't fuckin' call me Mikey. Dissing your Bestfriend isn't a joke."
She raised her hands in surrender.
"Okay. Leave it to you to take it the wrong way. Like usual."
"Taking it the wrong way when you been giving me bullshit since the time I texted you this morning? Yeah get the fuck outta here, ain't nobody over reacting this time. What you did was foul as fuck yo."
She rolls her eyes nonchalantly.
"Whatever Michael. I came over here to try and make amends."
"No the fuck you didn't, or you would've started off saying I'm sorry. But yet you didn't, and still haven't. You good though."
"Boy boo, I didn't even have to come over here, I was on the way to Keke and them—"
I cut her sentence off before she could finish. I've genuinely heard enough at this point.
"Then raise yo' ass from off my porch. And don't scuff up my nice yard with that fake ass aura you got circulating around you."
I started to go into the house but was stopped by my mom.
"Michael! What the hell is going on with you two?" She asked, looking at the two of us frantically.
"Nothing at all Ma, the unimportant was just leaving."
"Michael stop it."
"Nah aint no Michael stop, Ma. You want me to stop cause you seeing some tears rolling? What about my tears? My feelings? Did I get any comfort when she acted like she didn't even know me earlier? No. I tucked my hurt feelings in my pocket and kept it fucking pushing."
I grabbed the metal plated wristbands we made when were 17, the ones we promised to never take off, broke the latch off and grabbed her hand and balled it in her fist.
"Now it's YOUR turn to feel my pain." And with that I left them. Outside. Mind wandering. Stunned. Not knowing what to do next.
From the window in my bedroom I saw her wipe her eyes and hop back into her car and slowly drive away. I saw my mother taking deep breaths. I know I hurt some hearts today, but no one took notice of how many pieces of mine were still laying on that very same ground.