ALL TO MYSELF

XXXVII - Pluto/Liyah

PLUTO

The more time that passed since Liyah left, the more pissed off I got. It's starting to feel like she's just looking for reasons to not be with me and I'm done fighting to make this shit work if her head not there. Hell no I don't wanna let her go but I'm tired of her always wanting to break up the minute she gets mad. If anybody should be mad it should be me. I told her to trust me and she came anyway. I've been bending over backwards doing everything I can to show that girl I love her and it just don't mean shit to her. I'm over it.

By the time I made it all the way home, I was completely sobered up. I tried to get in the bed and sleep to pass time until she was calm, pissed because she wasn't in the bed putting her cold ass feet on me. Every time she leaves its just a constant reminder of how adjusted I've gotten in our relationship and the little shit she does that I never realize I miss until she's gone. Praying over me before we go to sleep, the smell of her lavender lotion, her random coughing fits in the middle of the night that always wake me up. After tossing and turning for what felt like hours I checked the time, seeing that it was after 4 am, going downstairs to my home gym and getting on the punching bag to release my stress. That shit ain't help. I finally went back upstairs and passed out between 7 and 8, waking up to the sound of my phone ringing on the nightstand.

"Yo," I mumbled, half sleep.

"Hey, man," Drake replied on the other line. "You good?"

"Far from it, brudda. Shawty got me fucked up right now."

"She's in my hotel room if you wanna talk to her."

"What you mean she in your hotel room?"

"I ran into her in the lobby last night trying to get a room and just gave her mine."

"And you just calling me? I been losing my mind."

"She fell asleep not long after she got here. I got a separate room after I made sure she was good but I can let you in when you get here."

"Good looks, bro. I'm on the way now."

I hung up, rushing to get downstairs and weaving in and out of traffic to get there.

LIYAH

I woke up with a raging headache, barely remembering how I ended up where I am now. I threw the covers off of me, checking the clock to see that it was just after 4 am. I ran a hand through my hair, looking in the mirror and noticing I was wearing nothing but an oversized OVO sweatshirt and panties. I walked into the suite, seeing Drake laying on the couch watching TV.

"You good?" he asked, still focused on the TV.

"Yeah," I answered, unsure. "Why are you up?"

"Night owl," he shrugged. "I always had trouble sleeping."

"What happened last night?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes as I sat down on the couch.

"You got wasted and passed out," he chuckled, sitting up to talk to me.

"How? I only had 3 glasses of champagne."

"No, I had 3 glasses of champagne, you finished the bottle."

"Did we kiss last night?" I asked confused.

He threw his head back, laughing uncontrollably.

"Yeah I think you need to sleep a little longer. Nothing happened between us last night."

"Then why am I undressed and wearing your sweatshirt?"

"Because you threw up all over the clothes you had on and it was the first thing I grabbed. You really don't remember last night?"