The 80s

America the Beautiful

I walked out the bathroom to see Prince lounging on my bed, remote in his hand just flipping away at the channel. Eating the breakfast I made him. I know for a fact Susannah ain't cooking for him. Even if she is, nothing compares to a southern woman's cooking.

"You want some juice babe? I'm going downstairs to get some." I pulled my hair out the bun and shook my curls loose.

"I'm good."

"Are you sure? Because I'm not sharing mine nor am I going back downstairs to get anymore. I'm going back to sleep after and-"

"I don't want any juice. Go get you some juice and come sit down." He patted his lap. "My lap is cold without you."

I smiled and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I open the fridge and looked around, I was craving something but I didn't know what it was. I shrugged and decided to pour myself a glass of juice. I looked on the counter for my mail, it wasn't there. I'm guessing Naomi hasn't brought it by. She's practically doubled as an assistant since I changed my entire management.

I stalked back up the stairs and walked back into the room. Prince was still laid back in my sheets. One of his hands behind his head, still flipping channels. Lazy ass.

I went and sat in his lap and we cuddled watching TV, giggling and talking shit about people's clothes. Our usual TV watching routine.

"Babe let me get a sip."

My face dropped and I sat up and turned to look at him as he smiled still looking at the TV.

He looked at me and noticed the attitude now emerging. "What?"

"Bitch didn't I just ask you did you want some juice?"

"But I wanted some of yours." He leaned his head towards my glass but I moved it away from him.

"Boy."

"What's the problem? I just want a sip."

"If you wanted some juice why didn't you just say you wanted some juice when I asked?"

"I-"

"Now you wanna take a sip of my juice, fuck around and take a double sip-"

"Baby I'll just go-"

"Now I'm left with a little ass sip. Because your over thirsty ass wanna take a double sip. NO!! Walk yo' big head ass downstairs you sippin' juice bastard." I hopped off his lap and walked to the couch across the bedroom.

"Are you serious?" he sighed.

"You wasn't even thinkin' about juice." I focused my attention on the TV, trying to calm myself down. It went silent between us for a minute. Prince was over there fiddling with his finger and I was taking little sips of my juice trying to make it last.

"This ain't about the juice is it."

I cut my eyes over at him. "It was but now that you mention it." I tapped my chin in mock thought. "It's about her."

"Look baby she's my girlfri-" I put my hand up stopping him, before he could crush my being any further.

"Don't say it!!"