Tak'n Awey

▽. 17

In and after our shower, we talked about all the important and logical things. Despite our major differences, we're becoming tighter and tighter.

Could it be that we're meant to be? Or is there something that I'm missing?

He's a great guy, though. I wanted happiness, but now I'm so afraid to approach the steps to get there. I think I'm ready.

Justin hastily glimpses at his watch, "We have to hurry up. I have to make a stop before we get there."

When he says that, my attention jolts to him because instantly, I smell his cologne. And I can't explain to you how good he looks.

I wander into the bathroom, boring at all the items he's purchased me without meaning. I'm "adapted" here. I barely belong to my primary home, so how can I adapt to a secondary one?

Oh my god, I never called Dewayne!!!

SHIT! I drop my liquid eyeliner and it whips my nose and cheek. Quickly, I pace into the bedroom, falsely smiling at Justin and searching for my phone.

I jog back into the bathroom, instantaneously calling Dewayne in the process of finishing my makeup. I ignore the many missed calls and text messages alerting in my notifications bar, because I don't want to feel guilty missing them.

Dewayne answers on the fourth ring and his tone of voice is beyond cynic.

"Uhhh, hey? Hangovers don't last a full twenty-four hours."

I adjust the volume to high on my phone, but spoke low. I don't want Justin assuming anything.

"Well, mine did, but I didn't have a hangover; I was drugged and woke up late."

"He...... drugged you?" He inquires perturbed.

I get offended by his choice of words, "No! He didn't--No. Another guy did. And there was a dilemma, but everything is fine now."

Dewayne smacks his lips and sucks his teeth. When he does that, it signifies he has something very sarcastic to say. "Mmhmm... so, that must mean you woke up just a minute ago?"

I suspire heavily while holding my phone with my shoulder and working my magic, "You know for a guy with such a large vocabulary, a big head, and the use of witty sarcasm... you're not that bright."

"Well, that's not what I asked you, mom. I asked when you got up, because it's taken you a mile of a day to call me. I was supposed to come over last night."

The guilt creeps into my conscience like smoke, "I know, I know. And I'll make it up to you, but right nowwww I'm busy. So I'll call you later."

"What? You called me. How are you gonna, all of the sudden turn up, busy. You shouldn't have called. Mahrie.... are y'all having sexual intercourse right now? Cause if so.... I promise--"

"Are you serious?" I retort agitated, "Why would I call you while I'm ....Dewayne, really?"

Dewayne catcalls the wind, "Well, it doesn't matter cause I'm getting head right now so...."

"Dude....... Whatever."

Justin sneaks behind me, clutching my waist oh-so delicately. Unfortunately, it caused me to a drop my phone onto the counter because of startle. My heart flew out of my chest the moment Justin positions a Gucci box in front of my face. He whispers into me ear, "Open it."

As I open the box, a glamorous, gold watch placed on a crème holder blinds me. I'm aghast at the object. How did he know I adore hold watches? I scream.

"Oh my god! This is beautiful!"

My arms encase Justin and pecked his soft, cold lips.

He coyly grins, "I had to get it for you. I noticed you liked watches when we were in the mall. It has 18 karats of diamonds around the cloak and on the hands." 

I take another stare at the glimmering watch and perceive the stunning diamonds sparkling. My heart melts away at the thought of him thinking of me. It must've cost a fortune.

I grin again and kiss those delectable lips of his once more, "I didn't know you noticed. Nobody's ever noticed what I've liked before."

"That's what I'm here for. To give you what you've never had before."

He and I eyeball one another for a stern few seconds, though it feels like a lifetime.

"We've gotta go," he announces as if it hurt.

His phone suddenly rings, ceasing our moment altogether. Justin exits the bathroom and I ascend my wrist upward smiling non-stop. No one has ever noticed what I've wanted--only what I've needed. My eyes widen in recollection as I hastily get my phone from the counter. Thank goodness it isn't cracked.

Dewayne must've hung up or my phone may have restarted. One of the two. I say it restarted. Dewayne wouldn't hang up... ever. He's too prudent about what he does and says to me when it comes to communicating.

While I stay focused on the gift, I hear Justin talking on his phone. It isn't in my intentions to listen, but it's quiet and he's all I hear.

"So did you find her? ...... Well I'm not gonna be waiting for her for too long...... I think I found somebody else...... I know, I need her more than anything...... I can't live without her. I need her here with me...... Our connections are......"

I tune out, because I hear what I am sure k shouldn't have, and during this, I strive hard not to jump to conclusions. But that's what I live for. To jump to conclusions.

Who is this this other girl that he needs? It can't mean anything. It means nothing and it proves nothing. Everything appears bad before you hear the real explanation. He could be talking to anybody. No one comes to mind at the time, but anybody could be on that line. I can't assume things right now. I have no idea what's going on, so assuming things is going to make me extremely paranoid.

The room grows silent and I think I've gone deaf until I hear him sigh. I figure he's off of the phone and it's my cue to exit the bathroom. He stands looking at his phone with his hand massaging his head.

That only signifies that he's baffled. At the least, I know that.

Justin shakes his head alternately left and right as if he has lost a battle. His aspect is portraying, defeat and disappointment.

"Are you ready?" I ask in the act of surprising him. His eyes travel to meet mine, but go astray.

"Yeah, come on. Let's go."

This emotion he's experiencing is almost insulting. I clutch his arm as he tries departing, "Are you okay, Justin?" His eyes are unreadable, but I guess they're crammed with vex and worry. He's crying inside. It initiates concern in me.

"Yeah, I'm cool."

His voice is so soft and sympathetic. I stand there staring and waiting for him to explain the truth. Anything would make me worry less.

"You promised you'd tell me things..."

He chops of the remaining breath in my sentence, "I know. I'm okay. Nothing's wrong, Mahrie."

He hastily pecks my lips, transforming my grip into his. He lures me out of his large luxurious room, all-smiles. I am smiling also, but mine is so unreal.