Journey Toward Me (Not Yet Edited)

Chapter 16: Highs and Lows

Two weeks. It'd only been two weeks since Amani and I finally made it official and those two weeks felt like the best of my life. He made me feel so special when we were we together. (Which was all the time.) It was like a fairytale and I didn't want it to end.

Just the thought of his smooth chocolate skin made me change the song I listened to on my iPod to India Arie's Brown Skin. God how I loved that song, especially now that I had Amani.

Skin so brown, lips so round baby how can I be down?

Beautiful mahogany you make me feel like a queen!

Tell me what's that thing you do that make's me wanna get next to you yeah

Brown skin you know I love your brown skin

I can't tell where yours begin

I can't tell where mine ends

Brown skin rub against my brown skin

Need some every now and then yeah...

When the song ended, I finally got off the treadmill at the YMCA. Since it was a new year and I had a boyfriend, I felt that was good enough reason lose some weight. And who knew working out could be so invigorating?; painful at first but invigorating nonetheless. I'd already lost two pounds.

Suddenly, I was snapped out my thoughts by the irritating noise of females snickering. Turning toward the noise, I realized it was India, AKA Thotiana: Queen of the THOTS and her crew all dressed in their badazzled work out clothes. I rolled my eyes at them and that stupid ass Legally Blond get up. Ain't nobody had time for those single-celled organisms. So I continued walking past them with mad confidence ignoring whatever they had to say.

Instead of taking the hint, they stepped in front of me blocking my path. "Hey Barney. How's Humpty Dumpty doing? Morning sickness a bitch ain't it?"

"So it is true dogs travel in packs huh. Good for you." I smirked and tried to walk around. I wasn't going to let their ignorant ass comments get to me. Yet I still was intrigued by the 'morning sickness' comment. What was she talking about?

Blocking my way again, India flashed a pleased grin like she had read my mind. "What you don't know?"

"Know what India?" I began to grow a little worried but hoped it didn't show on my face.

"Ya bestie's with child. You know somebody need to give her a pack of condoms for real for real." She laughed and high-fived the others.

"You know what India, who's your barber? That mustache is really starting to bush up. You might wanna get that trimmed soon." I gave my own triumphant smirk and strutted out the Y in my gym clothes. Behind me I could hear her squeal and ask her friends if she really did have a mustache. They consoled her as I consoled myself. She had officially rattled me. But I didn't show it. She would've taken my emotions and run with it. I wasn't going to give her that.

I couldn't help but question the truthfulness to India's words as I sat on the city bus. I honestly hadn't talked to Camille in the last two weeks. She couldn't have gotten pregnant within that time. As far as I knew she was still a virgin. She didn't even have a boyfriend. Did she? OK so I was slacking in the friend department and I felt so bad. I needed to call her and straighten this out.

RIIIIIIING!

RIIIIIIING!

'Yo it's Camille and apparently you've caught me at a bad time so hit me up later. Peace.' Camille's voicemail echoed in my ear. I dialed back several times but to no avail. What was up with my sister?

Since Icouldn't get in touch with her, I decided to visit by boo thang to get Camille off my mind. I would talk to her later. After all, communication is a two way street. In the mean time... "Baby," He greeted shirtless at the front door of his aunt's place. "I didn't know you were coming by." He grinned leaning down giving me the most succulent french kiss.