"Mama, everything is fine. We were just unpacking and then we went out for a little bit and I got sidetracked. I'm sorry." I'm really annoyed.
"You have to communicate with me." My mother so eloquently responds.
"You do realize I'm 18, right?" I feel like I'm slurring my words. Everything is moving very slowly; except the car Cairo still hasn't turned on. "Mom...."
She hung up. Great, now I've pissed her off. Something that my mother fails to acknowledge is that once I turned 18, I promised myself that no one was going to control me but me. That's why I moved out. That's why I have my own apartment in another state, attending a school I wanted to go to. It's my time to make my own decisions and mistakes.
Ali gets close to my ear "Well, what the fuck is the problem?" I break into a fit of laughter at her subtle action.
"Mother is pissed with me." I say after I get myself together.
"UGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!! What now!? Always something." Cairo is pissed, again.
"First of all, What did you bitches say to Wilson?" I drastically change the subject.
Cairo is quick to adjust himself in the drivers seat, turn the key in the ignition and drive.
"Is no one answering my questions today? What the fuck." I've lost my patience with it all. My high is all fucked up. Alice glares at me and frowns. I slam my hand on my lap as if I'm about throw a tantrum, "YES BITCH?" I hiss, frowning more than her.
She stifles a little laugh and lays back down in fetal position in the back seat while we ride back home in silence. Wandering off into my thoughts about tomorrow's morning events.... What did I get myself into? I don't know the slightest thing about this young man but I'm sure as hell willing to go on date with him. I'm not even sure if it would be considered a date. More of a day-time coffee conversation with Wilson. This whole dating thing is new. I never found logic in seeing more than one person until it is made "official" with one of those persons. I'm sure that's the monogamy of my thought process speaking but that's why I just got out of a six year relationship. If I'm giving someone my constant attention, it's for a reason. No one else will get that same amount of attention. That goes for anyone... Including Wilson. His intentions aren't clear enough for me to have an understanding of how I need to approach him. I believe that's why I'm so attracted to his fine ass.
Breaking my intoxicated thoughts, my door violently opens and I turn to see an irate Cairo waiting for me to get out the car. How long was I analyzing? My subconscious snickers, all 18 and half years of your life. I subtly shake my head hoping she falls back into the closet I thought I locked her in.
"Well you gonna get out or..?" He is so funny when he gets annoyed.
I hop out because it's too late and I'm too high to get on his bad side. As I my feet touch the ground, I feel my body not cooperating with mind because I haven't moved from this spot for what seems like a matter of minutes.
"Open your eyes, bitch." Cairo isn't having my antics tonight. I'm giggling like a fool. I didn't realize my eyes were almost completely closed. I'm so glad Alice is here to take my shit. She gets it. Cairo expects more; better from me. But he deals with it nevertheless.
I walk what I think is normally to front door of our building. It hits me like a ton bricks how many stairs I have to climb to get to that damn cubby we call an apartment. Fuck.
Cairo had the keys and he opens the front door for Ali and I. I take a good look at Mount' Everest and pray to God I can make it. One by one the three of us get up the stairs and I know I probably look like a hit and run... It's been a long day.
He unlocks the door and the first person in is Ali. How she knows where all the lights are in the apartment is beyond me, she's only been here for a couple of hours. I give her a bewildered look when she's done flicking all the switches and gets comfy on our couch but I'm too stoned to even question it at this point. Sleepwalking has become my best friend since I took a pull from that joint and I'm just going with it. Somehow I make it to my bedroom but I don't make it past my face hitting the cushion base of my pillow. I'm guess I'm sleeping in these clothes tonight.
...
10:15 AM
My eyes slightly open when I feel the sun of this beautiful morning beam throw my Instagram picture sized window. My clothes are still clinging to me and I'm so pissed. I know I have something to do today...I need to find my phone. I frantically hit the body parts I usually keep it. "Well what the fuck!?" I groan. I start throwing shit off my bed and see it was under my pillow. I finally grab it and try to unlock but of course the little piece of shit would be dead.
Breathe and figure out your agenda for the day, Nala.
I place my phone on the bedside table and let it charge for a second. I take off last nights clothes and put on my robe. As I walk outside my room, Ali remains in the same spot she was in last night. The coffee pot is already on the stove because my brother knows me all too well. I turn on the fire to let it sit and boil and make my way to the bathroom. I make sure to wash my face thoroughly and brush real good.
I check my coffee and it's not ready yet. I walked in my room to check my phone and luckily it's on. The time says, 10:26 AM ...
OH MY GOD!!!! Wilson!!!
I practically break my phone dropping it so hard on the ground. I rip my off my robe to go take a quick bird bath. After that's done I turn off the boiling coffee and leave it for my two fuckers to enjoy when they wake up and see I'm not here. I run back to my room, drop my towel and get dressed in whatever I decided to hang up yesterday afternoon. I believe I look more than presentable for this non-date. I get my phone that didn't even make it to 20%, grab Cairo's keys from the counter, run downstairs and unlock the car door. I hop in adjust myself and make my way to the café. My nervous nature doesn't command music this morning. I've really been blown out of my element.
10:39 AM, I'm practically running up the street to the cafe and I slow down when Wilson notices my reckless movements. He looks irritated and it sends me reeling. My brain tells my legs to slow it down a bit. I'm closer to him. He takes a good look at me and I stop and find myself looking across the street.
"Darling, you're 40 minutes late." He's wasting no time.
"39." I sass back.
"I said 10 AM. You're late. C'mon, we have things to discuss."
We make our way inside and the café is vacant; just like it was my first time here. Nostalgia comes rushing in and I smile at the memory, which reminds me, I need to call her. We must have lunch...
"Join me at the bar?" He says so low and my feet follow his voice. We sit. He orders his regular, Red Wine and Sprite. He glares at me, "A double expresso, yes?"
"Um, yes. Uh how did..."
"It's what you ordered last night." He cuts me off mid-question.
"Oh..." I look away from him.
"You seem nervous, Darling."
"I'm just fine, thank you." I respond.
"Do you have a problem with eye contact, if so tell me now because there is someone I want you to meet."
"Why did you ask me out last night? You know nothing about me."
"But there is something about you. I enjoy it." He smiles. "Shush for now. I have people here. Is that okay?" He asks.
"Sure." I roll my eyes.
He grabs my chin just like he did less than 24 hours ago. "Be nice." He whispers. Two fine young men walk out from the back of the café. "Darling, meet my boyfriend, Chris and his best friend, Jesse."
