"He hasn't texted me in ten days." I say not moving from my spot in the room.
What exactly does Ezekiel want? He hasn't had anything to say to me these past couple days and all of sudden, once I'm gone, he has a few choice words.
"So why the hell you still with his sorry ass?" Cairo asked visibly annoyed.
At this point, I'm just waiting. Waiting for something to happen with him and I. Waiting for him to just tell me to fuck off because I'm an asshole. Waiting for him to show up at the apartment and tell me it's time for him to get his shit together and make things happen for HIMSELF. Just waiting for anything interesting or exhilarating so I won't suffocate of boredom in this "relationship" anymore.
"Because I love him." I simply said. It's the truth. That's why I'm still here. But he's absent. And he shows up when he feels it's necessary.
Alice chuckles and I scowl at her. I finally get some nerve to walk over and grab my phone to see what the text says:
Ezekiel: Hey. Hope your settled in.
Me: yeah, everything is going okay. Still unpacking and getting use to the fact that I'm on my own.
Ezekiel: You'll be fine. You always are. When you get the chance, call me. I want to talk to you about something.
Me: or we can talk right now instead of waiting...
I hate when he does this. If you have something to say, say it. The brilliance of that simplicity is always so overlooked.
Ezekiel: This is something that would be rude for me to say over text.
Me: I'm happy you're texting me at all.
Ezekiel: Fine. I think it's time for this to end.
It took a second but I realized that I no longer have to wait for him. He's isn't mine to wait for anymore. And I'm okay with it.
Me: I agree.
I turned my phone off after another meaningless conversation and plopped down in our bean bag chair. There's nothing else for me to say and I don't think I care about the explanation I know he's about to give me. I just want to breathe for a second. Live, maybe.
"Well, that ended quickly." Alice says in a smart tone.
"What, Nala and Ezekiel's relationship or the conversation they just had?" Cairo chimes.
"Both!" They laugh at me.
I giggle even though I try hard not to. Their facts are uncanny. I don't have to say anything because they know everything.
"How do you do that!? How do you just know?" I ask Ali.
"I just observe and right now, you look like me when I've finally farted after a long day of holding it in; Happy." she jokes.
We are in a full fit of laughter now while Noah judges us.
...
The darkness hits just a quick as the morning comes. Noah is gone and Ali is still laid on the couch. Most of our things are unpacked. I made sure my room was done before anything because if I don't learn to feel at home in this cubby, I never will.
By the time 10 o'clock comes around, my urgent need for a cup of coffee hits. I turn my mood-lights off, put on my all black leather docs and walk out my room yelling,
"I want some fucking coffee! Put your shoes on and let's go."
Ali groans, "What the hell is up with you actors and your caffeinated needs?"
