Suffocate (Sequel To: Together)

Love Me

June 1, 2005

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" They said and I smiled. I waved my hands and smiled.

"THANK YOU!" I said and laughed. Angelina and Mario got out the truck and honestly they couldn't look cuter. My black dress lingered down my body to the floor and Angelina was wearing a pink dress that hit the floor too. Her freshly dyed red hair was in a beautiful ponytail. Mario was in a white suit and his hair was freshly cut to look like his daddy's but he had the brown hair.

"YOU LOOK GOOD BABY!" Somebody yelled.

"SO DO YOU BABY!" I said and blew kisses and grabbed the kids.

"THOSE YO BABIES!" Somebody else yelled.

"YEP!" I said and Mario smiled and waved. Angelina waved and we walked into the venue.

"Angelina take your brother to Tanisha. She's upstairs. You go do something." I said and she grabbed Mario. Everybody piled in to here and I danced around with Chanel when I found her.

"Angel!" I heard someone and I turned around and Proof and Marshall were coming towards me.

"Girl I think, you just might'a tried to pull a muh'fucking fast one, I'm mad. You just hurt my goddamn feeling, and that was the last one I had."

"What the hell are you doing here Marshall?" My jaw clinched and he sighed.

"I missed you baby." He said and I rolled my eyes. I walked to the elevator and got in. He ran in at the last second and I groaned. He stopped the elevator and looked at me.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Come on Angel." I looked at him and then my eyes watered.

"Angel what's wrong?"

"Rob and everybody are moving to LA and I won't have anywhere to go because the lease expires in three weeks when they leave." I said and he sighed. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek.

"You can stay in the guest house if you want." He said.

"Okay." I said as the warm liquid spilled down my face and down my back.

"Which floor?" He asked.

"Fifth." I said and he let the elevator begin to go up. We looked at each other and smiled. We walked out to the floor.

"I love you." He said and I laughed.

"Love you too." I put my hands on the railing and looked at him.

"What's so tough about us?" I asked.

"Other then you calling me a superficial douche bag? I don't know." I laughed and he cracked up.

"Superficial douche bag." I laughed as I thought about it.

"The hell? How you come up with that?" He laughed and I smiled.

"I don't know." I admitted. He laughed and I walked across the floor and then I walked into a room. He grabbed my hand and we walked in together.

"You wanna talk?"

"Yeah."

"What have I missed living like this? Who'd think I'd get this for our fancy house and my fancy car. While your living like this together as kids you were my best friend all the trouble you got up in. See I been there and I been scared so I get you, Angel."

"I can't do this to you. Just take the kids tonight. I need some time to think."

"Angel." I ran out and ran down the stairs.

Beach

I breathed in and wiped my face. So much shit had happened and I didn't know where I was going with my life. No husband, thanks Kim. Single Mother of two, thanks Marshall. No car of my own, thanks asshole. I was kidding myself. Nobody understood. Not Marshall. Not Rob. Not Big. Not Chanel. Nobody.

"Angel." Marshall screamed.

"I'm over here, Marshall." I mumbled.

"Are you okay?" He asked and sat on the bolder with me.

"I don't know if I really want to talk. But tell me."

"There are few people who know how I am naturally. You're one of those people. But, you know that I can act irrationally. Cuz see, technically me and Kim ain't back fully but we do still make booty calls occasionally."

"Asshole! Do I need to know about you and your ex-wife's booty calls?"

"No, this has to do with yours and my own relationship."

"We don't have a-"

"Hotels. I want to be-"

"Friends with benfits?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm going in tour next month and I wanna take you. But I wa-. Look What we do under the covers should stay between the covers and the two of us and we ain't gotta be news coverage. On the front page cover of "Us as New Lovers" cause the truth of it, everything that I do's public. If you want me then you got me and you're fucked cuz you'll be stuck with me."

"You're a fuckin' prick."