Beloved: Lovable, yet in a non sexual way. Able to love one without purpose of intercourse. Means special in a way that is beyond that of lust, but means the purest of love.
Rayne rubs the sweat off the back of my neck with a cold towel while I throw up all my damn insides. If I didn't say it already then that was my last time drinking Hennessy like it's water. "It's okay, it's okay. It'll be over soon." She rubs my back soothingly. I flush the toilet then I just sit here trying to collect myself. "Thanks fa takin' care of ah nigga." She shrugs grabbing cleaning supplies then starts cleaning throw up I got on her floor like it's nothing. "You really ah nice person you know that?"
"I try to be." She mumbles. I could tell she ain't really wanna talk so I silently get up to go make myself comfortable in her bed. She already done told me I ain't driving nowhere til I sober up all the way so I might as well catch some z's in her shit. As soon as I close my eyes I hear her calling my name softly. "Lexus c'mon lay on your stomach or your side. You'll choke if you lay like this." She tries to get me to roll over but I shrug her off. I hear her sigh muttering "fine" before I feel a blanket being pulled over me. She wipes my forehead with a cold towel making me feel like I'm right at home with my mama. A nigga would be out right lying if I said I wasn't enjoying her taking care of and slightly babying me. Vanessa would never do no shit like this for me not that it even matters though.
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"Why do you have him in your bed! Are you crazy?" Frowning a little I wake up hearing some girl going off about my presence. "Shh, Nova you'll wake him." I keep my eyes closed feeling Rayne gently adjust the covers on me.
"If Jacob saw this-"
"Nova he was drunk and got sick. I think he has alcohol poisoning or something." I feel the cold towel rub against my forehead again. Her lil friend sighs, I could just picture some bougie black girl with her arms crossed rolling her eyes. Bitches really be pressed out here. "Alright. Do you need help?"
"No. You missed all the throw up." She jokes. "Once he wakes up he should be in the clear to go home." I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. Probably Vanessa calling to see where the hell I'm at. I know ain't no explaining this to her. "Okay. Call me." I hear the sound of a door shut so I finally open my eyes looking up at Rayne intently watching whatever's playing on the tv. I lick my lips as she laughs at the tv quietly. After a whole episode of "Divorce Court" she finally looks down at me then jumps. "How long have you been up?" I shrug sitting up stretching.
"Couple minutes, how long I been sleep?" I grab the clothes I had on from last night. Rayne had washed and folded them up after I threw up everywhere. "A while. It's 6:00pm." She says getting out the bed. "Are you okay? Do you still feel ill?" Quickly pulling my shirt over my head I shake my head no. I didn't even realize how long I been here, I know Vanessa's gonna be on my ass the minute I contact her. "Shit." I mumble seeing multiple text messages and calls mainly from her.
I put my slides on then my chain that rested on her nightstand. I hold my phone up to my ear listening to my voicemails.
"Lexus where are you? I'm starting to get worried. Text me or something so I know you're okay at least."
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"It's 2 o'clock, you got me in Houston by myself! Answer the damn phone boy-"
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"Good Afternoon Mr. Alsina. This is Ben Taub Hospital, My name is Dr. Netti. I'm calling to update you on your grandmother's health. Call me back at 713-568-2111." Sighing I make sure I have all my stuff. "Aye good lookin' out. Imma head on out."
"No problem, I'm just glad you're feeling better. Let me walk you to the door." I follow her lead taking in the lil lounge dress she's wearing. I mean I can't help but to, it's just right there.
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That right there is courtesy of down south, ass is most definitely on Houston Texas. Shaking my head at myself I focus my attention elsewhere. Once we finally reach the door I go to give her a hug but she acts as if she ain't see me. "Uh ight." Awkwardly scratching the back of my neck I look her over one more time. "Something wrong?" She asks concerned.
"Nah, it's cool if I hit you later on though?"
"Uh h-hit me?" She fumbles over her words oddly looking at me. "Oh nah." I laugh. "I mean like hit you up on tha celly." Her expression slowly changes once she understands what I'm saying. "Oh, right! Yeah go ahead."
I nod. "Ight cool."
"Great." Leave it to Rayne to be goofy of course. "Pick up when I call now." I point my finger at her before I walk down to my car.
