Harlem Roses

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Sean Anderson

Love can make you do things that you may have never thought was possible.

Vashtie Kola, is one girl that I could never stop loving.  No matter how much we fight and argue with each other, I can't stop, she'll just always have that special part in my heart.  I would call her up, but why am I going to be begging on my knees for forgiveness when she was the one who fucked up, not me.  Not like I didn't warn her about Vinny's dumb ass, I broke my hand punching a nigga in the face over her, and in the end  She call's off our relationship over some petty bullshit.  

"You good?" Jhene questioned, walking into my apartment with gray sweatpants, a black hoodie and oreo 5's on her feet. Her usual pin straight  hair was now in a wavy curls and she wore an unamused look on her face. "You woke me from my bed for what?" She spat, taking a seat on the couch before lounging as if it were her home.

"You already know what I called you for." I replied, taking a seat beside her on the couch.  Jhene pulled the small baggie of weed from her the pocket of her hoodie before throwing it into my face.  I groaned at Jhene's unnecessary stubbornness before she rose from the couch to leave. "Jhene." I called out, reaching for her arm before turning her around so we were now face to face.  "Just smoke some with me, please." I pleaded, looking into her eyes as I could tell she was still mourning over her brothers death from last year.

Jhene looked hesitant at first before sighing to walk back toward the couch.   We both sat side by side preparing the niceties, before I finally pulled a lighter from my pants pocket to light the blunt.  I took the first hit, slowly inhaling the taste and feel of the smoke inside my lungs before exhaling everything as I tried to let go of all the stress and worries with it.  I then passed the blunt to Jhene as she took a hit with no worries, blowing O's like a pro.

With every hit I took, everything became less and less of a problem.  It wasn't long before I was floating off cloud nine from the chronic.  Jhene no longer looked like the innocent girl everyone knew from high school, but as my sexy personal dealer.  With the seductive smirk she was throwing at me, every single thought that varied from Vashtie to my mother had vanished into thin air.  Jhene moved closer and closer toward me until we were merely inches apart. I skipped going for her lips, heading straight for her collarbone as I left delicate kisses, her soft moans sounding like music to my ears.

"You got a rubber?" She mumbled after our lips touched. I then began to pull off her sweatpants, not answering her question as I continued, not bothering to ruin the mood.  Jhene didn't dare stopping me, allowing our bare bodies to touch, with no regrets.

Vashtie

"Long time no see Vashtie."  He smiled, pulling me into a strong embrace. "What's up with the sad face, what nigga fucking with you now?" He questioned, after I pulled away from our grasp stepping out of the doorway to let me inside.

"Your cousin." I replied dryly as I followed behind him to the living room, collapsing onto the couch with much stress banging my skull.  I really couldn't get Sean off of my mind, no matter how much I tried.  So I decided to go to the one person who would actually understand him more than I did, Marshall "Mugga Man" Anderson.  

"Don't tell me you're talking about Sean." Marshall questioned, taking a seat beside me as I nod my head slowly with a sigh.  Marshall groaned, placing his right hand on my shoulder, "Vashtie, you're beautiful.  You don't need to chase nobody who won't give you the time of day." He added, trying to give me a word of encouragement.

"This time it's my fault.  I pretty much got pissed off from thinking he was bitching about Cassandra but he was talking about his mom." I admitted, closing my eyes, and throwing my head back onto the back of the couch.  My brain felt as if it was about to explode with the amount of emotions crammed in it.  I was stressed out, I was tired, I was loveless, and at the moment Marshall seemed a lot sexier than I noticed three years ago.

"Just try going to his house to apologize.  If you feel like it was your fault, then he might be waiting for you to make up with him.  We all know Sean can be a stubborn asshole sometimes." He joked, trying to brighten the shitty feeling from my mind.

I nodded, taking Marshall's word of advice as I leaned over and squeezed him tightly, breathing in the comforting smell of his cologne as he wrapped his arms around me in return.  "I guess we gotta just keep our finger crossed." I smiled, letting go of Marshall before raising from the couch to head over to Sean's.

"Just remember if anything, I'm still here." He reminded me, as we shared one last friendly hug before I departed. The thought of having a guy like Marshall who could help me out from time to time was refreshing, especially since he left Philly to live in Brooklyn.  I strolled back to the nearest bus stop with a slight smile on my face, feeling a lot better to have someone like him, minus the fact that I felt like  may had been catching feelings.

Forty-five minutes later and I was knocking on Sean's door repeatedly, waiting for him to open up.  Slight knocks quickly turned to harsh bangs as my patience and tolerance level began to run short.  Two minutes later of standing at the door banging before I finally heard loud footsteps approaching the door.  I wasn't surprised to see Sean staring back at me, only opening the door to peek his head out as he spoke to me.

"Hey Vash." He greeted with a smirk and a small chuckle, his eyes were bloodshot and I knew what was up.  I shook my head in response to Sean's childish ways already knowing that  he was more than likely going through another one of his 'Wake & Bake' episodes he seem to always have. "What you doing over here?" He questioned, still only sticking his head out the door.  It didn't take long before curiosity began to take over and I was suspicious of what Sean was hiding.  Whether he was high or not, by now he would have already let me in.

"What are you hiding?" I asked with much attitude now dripping from my words,"You got a hoe inside or something?"  I was growing tired of the bullshit before pushing open the door to get hit by the strong scent of chronic in the air.  I coughed trying to familiarize myself with the feeling,  looking back at Sean only wearing his boxers.  I took a deep breath, trying not to think of all the possibilities that could have occurred for Sean to be walking around half ass naked.

"Sean." a feminine voice called out, before walking into the living room. She only had a blanket wrapped around her body and by the look on her face I knew exactly who it was.

"Jhene?" I questioned looking at the petite female in disgust.  I wasn't exactly sure why of all people she was here, the thought of knowing they more than likely fucked made my stomach twist.  Her breathing was uneven and the more I stared at her, the more I wanted to just choke her. "You're such a bitch." I screamed, tears flooding my eyes as I tried my best to quickly wipe them away.

"Vash, it's not as bad-" Sean began, walking towards me and placing his hand on my shoulder.  I wasted no time pushing him back off, staring daggers into his eyes.  

"Don't touch me!" I demanded, my blood boiling more and more with rage as I looked between the two. "I came here to apologize to your sorry ass, and you're already on to the next bitch!"

"You know how long I sat here waiting for you? Nearly two fucking weeks of mopping around.  All I cared about was you, only you Vashtie.  But why the fuck am I going to apologize for some shit I didn't even do?  You're the one who called it all off, you didn't even give me a second chance.  Why the hell should I give you one?"

The mellow look on Sean's face from before was now a furious one as he looked down at me.  I stared back at him with much anger in my body, and nothing was going to change that. No matter how much I wanted to kick and scream, Sean was right.  Why should he give me a second chance, when I never gave him one.  

"Vashtie, just please leave." Sean demanded in a low tone, a serious look coated his face as he pointed towards the door. "Just forget everything we ever had, because obviously no matter how hard I tried to be a perfect boyfriend for you, I just wasn't good enough." He added, leaving me in my emotions as I slammed the door behind me.  Closing the door to one of the most important guys in my life.