Harlem Roses

catorce

 

"Vashtie." His melodic voice cooed over the beeping hospital noises, resting a hand onto my chest. My eyes fluttered open, readjusting to the the light streaming through the room to stare at him.  My eyes darted around the room frantically before focussing solemnly on the man before me, unaware if I was dreaming, or if this was all real.

"You're alive?" I asked, touching his forearm as he gave me a questionable look, softly touching my hand.  I couldn't help but keep my eyes on him the entire time he stared back at me with a smirk.

"That should be the question I'm asking you." He chuckled, "I'm surprise you're actually are alive after that shot you took to the stomach Vash. They was saying you actually wouldn't live." He added, taking a seat on the wooden chair beside my bed.

"What are you talking about? And how come you look all normal, didn't you get into a fight with Vinny? And is Vinny in jail or something, cause I'm completely confused." Too many questions where going through my mind for me to understand what was going on. "Sean, how are you alive? I saw them carry you out in a body bag the other night." I cried out, now wondering if my emotions were beginning to get the best of me.

 "Vinny's in jail yeah, something about killing his friend Rakim Mayers.  I look normal, I guess, because when I found you and Vinny he was hovering over you with a gun in his hand.  He shot you.  I had to call the cops on him before he ended up blowing someone else's head off.  He tried to get at me, but the police came before anything got too physical." He assured me as I stared at him still out of the loop. "I'm guessing you were dreaming the entire time." He then finished, taking a sip of the ginger ale can in his hands, before setting it not he floor. "You must have been dreaming ever since that guy had drugged you up, before throwing you into that white van." He assumed.

 

Dreaming and everything seemed so vivid? How the hell is that even possible.

 

"What about you and Jhene?" I then asked with a frown now present on my face. I knew that had to be real, as well as me acting a complete fool towards the two.  The thought of me actually apologizing to Jhene made me feel weak and soft, but to find out that everything that had happening to me for the past couple days was a dream, was absolutely refreshing.

 "She's pregnant. But I doubt that's my baby.  She came to my house crying about me not using a condom, but Jhene is literally the last person who I could expect to not have to check with at least three other guys on being that babies father." He admitted with a beaming smile. "Why the hell am I going to fuck up what I have with the greatest girl in the world for her.  The entire time she was telling me this, the only thing on my mind was you."

"So after everything I did.  Fucking with your emotions and everything in between, you really still want be with me." I asked him, as he nodded with his signature heart warming smile.  I seriously felt like an idiot, this entire time I was searching for Mr. Right, all along he was just Mr. Anderson in disguise.

 "When even our parents are telling us that we are made for each other Vashtie Marie Kola, I think that's when you know that shit is real." He grinned, pulling me into a bear hug. "I'm sorry for everything that happened before today, let's just put everything in the past, behind us, and start fresh." He advises ruffling my hair as I giggled in response.

 "Anything for you Mr. Anderson." I cheesed, kissing his cheek as he smiled brightly in response.

 "But first thing first, when you're out of that hospital bed in a week or so, you better be going down to Soho and pick up back with school.  You don't understand how pissed your parents are that you really was saying you wanted to drop out of school . . . Mrs. Anderson.” He then instructed me, catching me off guard by calling by his last name.

 "Has a nice to ring to it." I giggled, biting my lip as he nodded with a grin.

 "Maybe one day you'll get to be called that all the time." He said in response, pulling something from his pocket. He then got down on onto his knee as he stared at his sneakers.  My heart began to race as I stared intensely, watching him use the small brush to clean the suede on his sneakers, instantly causing me to sigh as I turned to look out the window.

 "Vashtie, I know I made you slip through my fingers way too many times. But lately I've been thinking." He finally spoke up, as I turned my attention to him yet again. "Once I saw you literally  lay on your deathbed for the past couple days, I knew I had to make a change between us." He then added before yet again reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small black box, opening it slowly. "Will you marry me, Vashtie Marie Kola." He smirked, raising off of the ground.

 Tears were now flooding my vision as I stared at the man before me that I had been calling my best friend since I was younger. The same guy who was the little boy who showed me how to tie my shoes in kindergarten. Gave me my first kiss in seventh grade.  Always was there for me and never gave up on us. No matter how much I screwed up. Was now asking for my hand in mirage, as if life couldn't get in better than this.

 "Yes Sean, I'll marry you're amazing ass." I grinned as he chuckled, slipping the ring onto my finger.  I glanced up at him as he looked back at me, leaning over and softly pressing his lips against mine. The lips that I had forgotten how amazing they had felt, and will never get tired of having, to myself.

 "So when's the wedding?" Sean questioned with a grin, licking his lips.  I shook my head in response to his question, touching his nose.  Before I even thought about tying the knot with Sean, I at least wanted to finish college with at least my bachelors degree.  I didn’t plan to be a housewife that just stayed at home cooking and cleaning for a living.

"I wanna finish school before I think about everything.  If you can wait that long." I suggested as Sean nodded his head understandingly.  The thought of waiting however long it would take for me to finish college was a bit gloomy, but knowing that in the end I will be able to fulfill my dreams of being a director seemed to make it all tolerable.

 "I knew you was a ass smart cookie." He smiled showing off his bottom row of gold teeth, "Now move that ass over so we can make sweet love!" He then interjected in his best singing voice, as I tried to fight the laughter inside of me.  One thing I would never fail to love about him was his ways of making me laugh from saying the stupidest comments.

"Please tell me you are joking." I chuckled, clutching my pained side, as Sean shook his head kicking off his sneakers and squeezed himself into my bed, nearly knocking me off.  “Damn, don’t make me break my neck now!” I joked, clutching onto his arm so I wouldn’t fall.

"I know you was lonely, so why you frontin girl." He smirked, pulling me closer to himself as he breathed down my neck.  Chills immediately ran down my spine, causing my insides to grow warm.  But I couldn’t let him know that him being near me made me that excited, I had to try my best to make something up to throw back at him. 

"Cause I didn't want to smell ya nasty ass breath." I joked, intertwining my hands with his as he snickered, rubbing his thumb on my left hand.

"Someone got jokes I see." He laughed, continuing to look at me. "But when it's our honeymoon, and you don't get dicked down, don't be wondering why." He smirked, kissing my neck as my body began to tingle at his touch.

"As long as I know I'll be with you for the rest of my life, none of that matters." I whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist as I rested my head on his chest.

THE END