One of Your Memories |Ruby Da Cherry|

Here We Go Again

TRIGGER WARNING: Talk of drug use, smut, foul language, and abuse! Read at your own risk :)

~*Sky Blu's Point of View*~

Staring directly into Aristos' eyes now, all the memories suddenly hit me at once like a punch in the gut. His long hair was still as curly as ever, the only real difference I even noticed was that he had a small beard now. Either way, he was still as beautiful to me as the first time I had laid my eyes on him. "Fuck Sky, I really didn't think that I was ever going to get to see you again. I don't even think I wanted to see you again but fuck, here you are." Ouch, that one hurt. I swallowed hard, trying to gather my train of thought. I had thought for years of what I would say to him when I finally got the chance and now I couldn't even get the fucking words to come out of my mouth. "Ari-I-It's nice to see you again too." He lets out a scoff, shaking his head some. "Really? That's all you can say after ten fuckin years huh?" I groaned inwardly, shooting a sideways glare in Manny's direction. She set me the fuck up, I knew she did. "Well well if it isn't our little ghost!" Thank fucking God, I never thought I could be so happy to hear fucking Scott's voice again.

He wraps his arms around me in a tight hug, his blonde dreads proceeding to hit me in the face. "Damn Scotty boy, look at you now. More tattoos, still skinny as fuck. Where the hell has the time gone?" He grins, wrapping an arm around Manny's shoulders now. "Dat ain't all neither girl, did Manda tell you bout us? I popped the question to her a couple of months ago. We getting married bitch!" My eyes widened, staring at the ring she flashed on her hand that I hadn't even noticed until now. Obviously too much had changed in the time that I had been gone. I was fucking stupid for even thinking that maybe some things could stay the same. "Wow, I'm so fucking happy for you guys, seriously. That's great fucking news. Such a big fucking rock too Scotty, goddamn." His smile only widens as he then proceeded to tell just how much he even dropped on the thing. "Sup with you Ari? You ain't happy to see Sky?" Aristos just stays quiet, shuffling around his feet uncomfortably. "Yeah, of course I am. Look I'll see you guys later tonight at your pad Scott, I gotta go check on shit at home." He leaves rather quick after that, beelining for the door.

Slightly dumbfounded, I knew that could only mean one thing, he had to go home to Ariel, his wife. "Don't worry bout him Sky, he's still workin out his demons and shit, silly motherfucker. Anyway I'm sure Manny didn't tell ya cause well I told her not to but we're throwing a little welcome back party for you tonight at our pad. Hope ya don't mind or got plans or nothin, we been working on this for the last two weeks since I heard you were coming back home." Clearly my conversations that I told her not to tell anyone about had fallen on deaf ears as she basically told Scott pretty much everything. Not that I could really blame her though, I knew she just really wanted things to be the way they used to be. Fuck, so did I. "Shit, like I would have anything more important to do on a Friday night and miss out on a Scott Arceneaux party? I'll be there, don't even worry about it." God, let me get killed on the way home so I didn't have to go.

We smoked a celebratory blunt to christen my return, the sweet smoke filling my lungs deeply. "You know I been clean  for a year now too? No more hard shit, just a little weed here and there. Manny too. But Ari-well, that's another story for another day." Hmm, was that supposed to mean that he wasn't sober when everyone else was? Well, except for me. I still dabbled here and there with pills and codeine. Thankfully I never fucked around with anything else like they all had; coke, amphetamines, and heroin. Fuck no, absolutely not. I was content sipping syrup and smoking a fat bowl of weed, I didn't need shit else. Especially alcohol too, I never liked that shit either. "Well I'm sure it won't be long before I get to hear that story, I'm sure. Is he-is he bringing-" Scott quickly interjected. "Nah, he ain't bringing her chicken head ass around, don't worry Blu. I wouldn't let nothin ruin your party. Trust me, we gonna have fun just like the good ole' days. The gang is back baby, 7th Ward baddies in the fuckin house!"