The Beautiful Katastrophe

(XX) Mr Telephone Man

     "So maybe he was feeling her. But then your drunk ass popped up at his gate. And he was like, 'Naa, I'm not going down that road again.' So he fucked the Susie girl. Then, he was like, damn...Kat came here for a reason. Let me figure this shit out. So, he went to you with good intentions but...there's that strange connection between the two of you. And he couldn't help himself and neither could you. Fuck Susie. Fuck Michael. We fuckin, now. Then he goes back to his ol' girl and he's like 'damn. What the love with your crazy ass. But just to be sure, he fucks Susie girl again for reassurance. And yup. His heart is gone. So, he writes you the note explaining himself. Then takes that Susie girl out of the house before you even wake. I mean, this is a valid scenario. And I'm not really a fan of Prince and Kat, but I can't deny that you two are like fucking soulmates. Neither can he nor you. Obviously."

Ladies and gentlemen, my best friend, Adrienne. This was her way of trying to calm me down in the car ride home. But I was pissed. Not even really at the unsurprising fact that he had Susannah in his bed. But because he pulled that back and forth shit with me. I felt extremely disrespected and I was going to let his ass know.

November 6, 1983

Minneapolis, Minnesota

I had never been so excited to plant my two feet on Minnesota grounds. But damn, it was cold! There was snow on the ground and everything. I was already missing the California sun.

If my mother didn't pick me up from the airport, I would've taken a cab straight to Chanhassen, luggage and all. But she was there and with lots of questions. Most were closed-ended so a simple 'no' or nod did just fine.

When I got in the house I didn't even sit down. I was ready to go. Corvette was sitting snug in the garage waiting for me to rev her up.

"I know you don't think you're about to leave and go see Prince," my mom said from my doorway.

"Yup." I was rummaging through my suitcase to find my jogging suit to throw on.

"He's working on his movie."

"I know." And I was going to be at his place waiting for him.

When he came to visit Cali, he gave me a key to his house.

"Wow," my said with a sarcastic giggle. "I see whose priority in your life."

I stopped my movement to look at her. "I have to talk to him about something important. I'm not staying."

"Yeah, okay, Tina. That's why you're packing a bag."

"I'm not packing. I'm looking for something."

She finally turned to walk away. "Whatever."

On my drive to his house, I tried to vision the scene of me punching him in his beautiful face. But I couldn't. Because it was only right I let him explain first. There was always the possibility that Susannah was lying or over exaggerating. I doubted it, but you never know.

I thought maybe it was the sudden change in weather but as soon as I stepped out of the car, I was sneezing my head off.

An hour later, I was in his kitchen cooking myself a meal and my head was pounding. I was coughing and my eyes wouldn't stop watering.

Another hour later, I was completely miserable. It couldn't have been the weather. I legit had a cold after a few hours of being there.

I didn't even finish my food. I went in the bathroom and found some cold medicine. Within fifteen minutes, I was knocked out in his bed.