The 80s

I Got A Bad Boy I Must Admit It

"I mean I like the song but it's so... you, it's not me. It says Prince before it says Jasmyn ya'know?"

"We could completely change the instrumental, drop the fast track and make it slow." he shrugged. "Turn it into a ballad."

"See I would like that because I..." I reached to the side, pulling out the side drawer and opening a fresh box of condoms. "See I loove the lyrics, you're an amazing lyricist. It's just the beat I feel screams Prince and I still wanna be known as Jasmyn not as Prince's girlfriend."

I felt him raise up behind me. "What's the supposed to mean?"

"I wanna remain my own artist not a piece of male property."

I held out the condom to him and he stared at it.

"Are you serious, do we still need these?"

"Yes!" I tossed it onto his chest and folded my hands on top of the covers. "When's the last time you got tested?"

"Tested!? I don't know. I've been on the road a lot."

"Fuck does that mean?! I'm tested every year at my Pap smear. Prince, you need to get tested. Especially the way you sleep around."

"Don't start."

"Whatever..."

"Why don't you trust me?"

I sighed. "I do trust you, it's everyone else I don't trust. Plus men are easy."

He scoffed. "Men aren't easy."

"Oh please! All y'all dudes wanna talk about how y'all want a bad bitch, bad bitch. Bad bitch, big booty, big titties, long hair don't care but what do y'all niggas got?" My voice got higher the more irritated I got. "Big belly! No dick! ALWAYS TALKIN' SHIT! NOBODY WANT YOU NIG-"

Prince yelled over me in a deep dramatic voice. "AYE! AYE!! AYE!!!" I paused looking at him doe-eyed. "Calm yo' crazy ass down." he started mumbling to himself. "over here, catchin' attitudes makin' my dick soft."

"I will get out this bed."

"Oh will you."

I rolled my neck. "I will!"

"YOU AIN'T GON' DO SHIIIIIT!!"

I scrunched my face up at him. "See you ain't even have to go there."

"But you do it all the time."

"It's my thing, find your own."

"OH! and act like a five year old, I think not."

"So now i'm the five year old, shall I recall two days ago when you started a food fight in the bowling alley."

He groaned. "Here we go.."

"Let me paint the scene for you.."

"Oh my God.."

I mused sarcastically. "Boni had just rolled a strike and it was my turn.."

He shook his head, horribly fighting off a smile. "Stop."

"I grabbed your purple ball, y'know the one with the same pink symbol on your motorcycle, and you told me to put it down.."

"Stop."

"I said no and I stuck my tongue out at you. And you, who was actually losing to me-"

"No I wasn't."

"Yes you were!" I chirped. "Because you had that 7 10 split."

"That doesn't mean I was losing."