I was laid out on the couch, not knowing when I passed out. I was in a big tshirt, legs tossed over the back of the couch while one arm is hanging off the front. Looking up at the ceiling feeling my heart break off little by little. I know my nose is red from all the crying. I feel the dry streaks from the tears that flowed. My eyes are puffy and my mouth is dry. I turned my head to see the glass of the liquor bottle. 'Should I clean that up?' I asked myself. I looked at my ceiling. I loose myself as i start to think about Chelle. I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear Ron come in until I heard him step on the glass. Glad he had shoes on.
"Damn girl what the fuck happened?"
I turned and looked at him and before I could tell him, he held his hand up motioning me to be quit. He came and sat on the floor by me. And looked me in my eyes.
No we not in love we just got that bond. Im still a female, and a very emotional one. I ain't confused about what i am. I dress comfortably and leave that strap shit for them dike ass females. I can switch up and throw on some stilettos with ah mini dress and still have niggas drool over me. But no .
"What she do now?" He asked
"She fuckin on some nigga.." I told him how everything went down.
"Nahh Poo you didn't do the smell finger check on her ass?" He laughed. Even though im in my feelings, his laugh made my ass laugh too.
"I did! Like the smell was horrible. Like its shame. Shitt stunk!!" He fell over laughing.
"Yo son you foolie for that shit . "He sat up wiping tears.
"Nigga its not even that funny." I said getting up to go to the bathroom.
"Where you going? In the middle of our conversation."
"To pee nigga damn . I jus woke up."
