The 80s

Bonnie and Clyde

I pressed play and settles into my spot in front of the TV. I loved old movie from the 50s. I love Marilyn Monroe, Elizabeth Taylor, Audrey Hepburn, Lena Horne, all of them. The glamour of it all.

"We're just two little girls from Little Rock." I sung, while doing the choreography. I watch this movie every single day, I know all the moves. Is it sad? Maybe. So I give a damn. No.

We lived on the wrong side of the tracks.

But the gentlemen friends who used to call,

They never did seem to mind at all.

They came to the wrong side of the tracks.

"Then someone broke my heart in Little Rock. So I up and left the pieces there. Like a little lost lamb I roamed about, I came to New York and I found out." I looked to the side at my invisible partner. Wow I wish Hannah was here to do this with me. She always did. Bitch wanna go do a video for Cyndi Lauper. "That men are the same way everywhere."

I was young and determined to be wined and dined and ermined

And I worked at it all around the clock.

Now one of these days in my fancy clothes,

I'm a going back home and punch the nose

Of the one who broke my heart

My voice went soft like Marilyn's. "The one who broke my heart."

The one who broke my heart. In Little Rock! Little Rock! Little Rock! Little Rock!

My merry little show tune was diluted by the sound of the phone ringing. I tried my best to tune it out. "I learned an awful lot in Little Rock. And here's some advice I'd like to share. Find a gentlemen who is shy or bold, ir short or tall, or young or ol-FINE DAMMIT!" I paused the movie and threw the remote onto the couch.

"Can't do shit" I grumbled, stomping over to the phone. I let our another irritated scream as it started to ring senselessly again.

I know it was Prince calling again, he's been calling for 3 days now. I crawled onto the chair by the phone, watching it. I propped my cheek up on my fist wondering if I should pick it up. I mean I was still trying to figure out if I should still be mad at him? By the way he was acting he couldn't have been guilty. But then again, Prince isn't a saint. I told that dumbass no more female friends. I barely trust Sheila, the way she be staring at him makes me suspicious. He's my fucking boyfriend, don't smell him unless you wanna lose your ability to smell. Don't sit next to my man bitch, skip two chairs then sit your ass down. Don't bump into him accidentally because i'll deck your ass accidentally. Don't compliment him, I know he fine as hell. Don't ask him no questions, bitch better hit the library. Don't ask him for gum, they sell gum at the store for 35 cents. Don't tell him a speaker's in his way, let his ass fall. People fall everday, he'll be alright. Don't call him your brother. Y'all don't got the same parents. Don't call him when you need somebody to talk, get a damn diary cause nobody wanna hear your shit. He ain't your brother, ride or die, best friend, nothing! That's all me, so when you see him understand that's me. I'm not the jealous type. Jealous is when you want something that's not yours. I'm territorial. What's mine is mine. End of fucking story.

"Oh what the hell.." I picked it up on the last ring and held it away for a little bit before putting it to my ear.

"What'do you want?" I looked down to see my little Nefertiti trying get on the couch with me. I scooped her up in my arms, planting a kiss on the top of her head. Oh how I loved my furry friends.