You Go Down Smooth

Part Of Your World

Super short chapter...

"What's the point D? She doesn't do relationships. We covered that already."

"Okay yeah, but that was before she spilled her heart out about her grandparents and soulmates and.......that shit is heavy, Kordei. She's got feelings. She may not express them outwardly, at least not often, but she has them."

"Valid point. But we know nothing about each other. Not like, specifics. I know she flies. A LOT. Frequent-flyer Miles'R' Us. I'm assuming it's probably for work. What work? Who the fuck knows. She could be a fucking hit-man (woman?) for all I know, D. Shit. I could be her target. Dinah! Arin was so angry the last time we talked. He probably hired this bi-"

"Normani, will you please quit being so goddamn dramatic. I highly doubt an assassin would have wasted a week, let alone....wait....how long have you been talking to her?"

"Ummm....almost a year."

"Are you fucking kidding me, right now? You've maintained an anonymous-eque relationship with this girl for a year? Even after those drunk texts from 2 months ago??"

"I know. It certainly hasn't been without it's....challenges."

"I feel like I need to buy your vagina a drink. All that abuse you're putting her through."

"Dinah! My vagina does not need any more encouragement."

"Well, perhaps she needs some consolation then. Be a masochist all you want, but don't take it out on Princess Peach."

"WHAT THE FUCK DINAH! I told you that in confidence!"

"Which is exactly why I'm only mentioning it now, in the privacy of our home. I mean, what? I think it's adorable."

"Oh my God. Stop. Stop talking about it."

"I bet y/n would like it."

"You're making me regret telling you anything, right now. You know that, right?"

"You didn't have to tell me anything, really. I could read it on your face. You like her, Normani. And I mean REALLY like her. That smile on your face? The one you've had plastered across your face for almost a year now? That's not something you can fake or hide. That's pure light, raw happiness breaking you apart at the seams. And I, for one, think it suits you."

"Dj...."

"Normani, what could it hurt? Really? Ask her for a picture. Ask her where she's from. Ask her about her eye color, whether she's had braces or not, her fucking shoe size. Ask her something personal - anything. See if she answers. If she clams up, leave it alone. Cut your losses and move on. But if she answers, Kordei, I swear upon my grandma's grave you better seize that opportunity and hold on for dear life. Because if you can hold someone's attention like that for a year without even so much as a selfie...THAT is fucking fate."

"Seriously? Fate?"

"Fate? Serendipity? The Powers That Be? Whatever you choose to think of it as. All I'm saying is....you thirst-texted Arin."

"And what the fuck are you getting at??"

"You threw your usual bait out expecting to catch your usual dinky little feesh. And what you got, instead, was a shark. Now, I'm all for feeshies, and sharks do scare the fuck out of me. I mean, we're both avid Shark Week Watchers. We know about that life. But, when it comes to choosing which to take back to shore and tell a story about.....Ummm....I'm bringing in the shark."

"Dinah, for fucks sake. Be serious. This girl could take one look and run. What we have now is......comfortable."

"Yeah and that's exactly what Arin was. Mr. Comfortable. Mr. Reliable. Mr. Predictable. And you hated it. It's why you left him. Pull your head out of your ass and take a look around. It is what got you into this situation to begin with. Now, what have I always told you about history, Normani?"

"If you don't learn from your History, you're doomed to repeat it."

"Goddamn right, and you're on the verge of doing just that. If you let this go on long enough, you will resent yourself and possibly her for never having pushed or pulled or scraped the surface to see what was hiding underneath."

"But that's the problem D. We're under the fucking surface, now. We're under the waves and it's almost like we'd rather drown than come up for air and see how things look up top. What if....what if the surface isn't as alluring as the way the light dances on the ocean floor?? What if...she's not....interested in a  change of scenery?"

"Normani......you can have both. You can have the light dancing on the ocean floor and you can dance on the shore as the sunsets over the horizon. But until you come up, you'll never be anything but that much closer to running out of time."

                                                                        

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