Their Stories (K.Dot)

OneWholeWeek

MARIAH

MONDAY NIGHT

Day 7.......

A whole week of not speaking to my best friend. The one person I really want to talk to.

It's six-thirty one p.m at the session. Since its a weeknight, everybody is in the cafe'. After I was done with my homework, I began working on a poem I've been writing since the beginning of this week. I titled it Muse. Just to share a short summary, its about my main source of inspiration. I didn't even realize how much of a muse life was until last week.

Last Monday to be exact.

"Hey Mariah," said a low, deep filled voice. It turned out to be Rodney.

"Wassup Rod?" I gave him a dap.

"Nothing much. Just came to ask you a favor,"

"What is it?" I asked lowly. I guess he noticed my mood since he asked this question.

"What's wrong?"

"What?"

"You. Your mood's been bringin' me down since last week,"

"Forreal?"

He nodded.

"I dunno," I leaned back. "Last week wasn't a good one that's all,"

"Uh huh, I see what's goin' on. You strung out over that Darrell boy,"

I set my composition on the table and put my pen behind my ear.

"Is it that obvious?" I gave in.

"Yeah. That's how it is when somebody is, uh-"

"Like a drug," I interrupted. "Like you're the addict and you can't get enough of them. And when you can't have one dose of them, you fiend for them more and more. Until you feel like your whole world is in the sewer," I sunk lower into my seat as I realized all that stuff I said is real.

"Okay, we'll go with that," he chuckled.

"Oh whatever Rod!" I laughed. The first time in days.

"You wrote that down?" he nodded towards my notebook.

"Nuh uh," I pointed to my temple.

"Well, have you talked to the lil' boy?"

"Nope. Not since last Monday,"

"Dang. Sorry Nene',"

Nene'. A nickname Darrell gave me back in sixth grade, since its short for my middle name: Renee'. I put it on the sign-up sheet the first time I performed my rhymes, as Darrell likes to call them. Rodney thought it was the coolest thing ever at the time. Still does now apparently.

"Just because I'm in need, what do I do?"

"Talk to the lil' boy. You said ya'll been close since ya'll were kids. I'm pretty sure he'll feel the same way,"

"I guess," I sighed. With everything we said (more like yelled) to each other, I don't even have an idea.

"Alright, enough of this soft sh-t. Back to the favor,"

"Yes sir?"

"There's these two new cats that moved here from L.A,"

"L.A?" my eyebrows raised. The only person I know from there is one of Darrell's cousins, and I always wanted to go there.

"Yep. Their names are Taz and DJ,"

"Names? What kind are those?"

"Nicknames,"