Playa Meets Playet

-Drew-

I know I’m messy in my path,

But you can’t keep what she has,

          I’m laying Liyah’s bed with her on my chest. Her soft snores, makes me smile. For Missy to ask me to take her home is so disrespectful. I really didn’t cheat on Liyah, we wasn’t together at the time. She shuffled in her sleep until she was on my stomach. Her hair fell to the side and covered her face. I heard walking to the door and I knew who it was. She stood in the door way, looking at me. I ignored her and kept my eyes on the TV.

“Can you take me home?” I said nothing. “So you ignoring me now?” she whispered, I said nothing again. “Do you want Liyah to know?”

“It’s nothing to know.” I shrugged. “And on top of that who come on to who first?”

“Yeah you right.” She nodded. “But she family, who do you think she’ll believe?”

“I really don’t care.” I shrugged. “Don’t you go with Mac?”

“Why do you care?” she snapped.

“I don’t.” I laughed. “Why can’t he take you home?”

“Because I don’t want him to.” She leaned on the door. “I want you to do it.”

“Well I guess you don’t wanna go home that bad.” I laughed. “Now do you?”

          She said nothing, but stomped down the hallway. I laughed and looked at Liyah. She’s sleeping so peacefully, I couldn’t help but to stare. To be real with everybody I never felt this way about a girl, only my sister. Tonight I wanna take her out on a date, if she’s feeling any better. I moved the hair out of her face and her eyes fluttered open. She looked at me and blushed.

“You up?” I whispered.

“Sadly.” She got up. “Yes.”

“How did you sleep?” I asked, sitting up wit her.

“Good.” She yawned.

“What you doing today?” I asked. “Tonight I mean?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Tonight is the dinner with my mother’s boss.”

“At what time?” I asked.

“9:30.” She looked at her phone, to many missed calls. “They should be coming home now.”

“Who is that blowing your phone up like that?” I asked, as she locked it up. “Yo little niggas?”

“Yes.” She said, truthfully. “Buga boo’s.”

 “Do I have to step in?” I asked, feeling my blood boil.

“No.” she stood up.

“No?” I repeated. “What you mean?”

“Like I said.” She snapped, she stooped and folded her arms across her chest. “You jealous?”

“No.” I lied. “I just don’t like niggas blowing up ya phone like that.”

“So that mean you jealous.” She smiled.

“No.” I shook my head.

“Yes you are.” She laughed.

“No I’m not.” I yelled, she looked at me.

“Why you getting mad?” she smiled.

“Cause you making me mad.”

“Am I really?” she played, walking to her closet.

“Yes.” I snapped.

          I heard the door downstairs open and close. We both stopped and waited for voices.