A Twist of Fate.

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It's Sunday , the day before the interview and me, Ronny and Luis were at a cafe tryna prep me. We each had drinks and some pastries, except for Ronny who had a whole chicken wrap and fries. This nigga loved to eat.

"So you think you ready?" Ron asked stuffing his face with fries. "Yea Mehn. As ready as I can be." I replied putting the papers and notes back in my folder.

"None of that. You gotta be ready to go Mehn, I plan to take Sophie to a fancy ass restaurant after I get this raise." Luis said, referring to his on and off again girlfriend of 3 years.

Ronny was married for 5 years, he's 33, and Luis is 31. I'm the baby of the bunch at 28, but at times can still be more mature than these goofs. "Yea that would definitely be a step up from y'all date nights at McDonald's." I said.

Ronny laughed at that. "Or that one time his ass took her to Dave and Busters. That was y'all 13th break up wasn't it?" He chuckled.

"Yea whatever. Ouch!" He rubbed his hand in pain after Ronny slapped his wrist for trying to steal one of his fries.

"But for real. My brain's fried. Plus ion think I could concentrate anymore." I said.

"Yea I see you steady checking your phone. What, you expecting a titty pic nigga?" Ronny sipped his coke.

"Nah. I texted Stacey this morning but she ain't answer me yet."

"Why? Didn't you say y'all had a good time? Man just take it damn!" Ronny pushed his plate with remaining fries at Luis since he tried to sneak a Fry again. No wonder this nigga was quiet for ONCE, he was scheming.

"We did man, I ain't never felt this way bout no girl and I only knew her for a day and a half. I just wanna be around her all the time."

"You better get over that shit. We bout to leave soon. Say goodbye to the big Apple." Luis said crunching on the fries.

"I know. That's why I'm at least tryna see her one more time. Maybe we could keep in contact and after some time she can come down to L.A to see me." I said checking my phone to see if she replied again.

No notifications.

"Damn nigga, one booty call and this how you moving?" Ronny asked.

"I really don't know wassup with me. And she feeling it too cause she done told me that she don't usually sleep with guys so soon." I said.

"That's what they all say and you really believing that?" Luis asked, drinking some smoothie.

"I do. I know she isn't. Just by the lunch I had with her. Did y'all know she a nurse?"

"Shit for real. That's hella dope." Ronny smiled.

"I know right."

We finished up up and headed outside. Since the first thing we did when we touched down was get settled in our hotel rooms, then hit the town partying on Friday night, we decided to do some sight seeing today. It's Sunday so, mellow vibes only.

Afterwards, We walked around and did some shopping. I bought some new shoes and a couple of shirts but damn, NY is expensive as hell.

It was already 8:00pm when I got back to my room. I showered and ate some of the chipotle I bought when I was out. Then laid down watching Shameless on Netflix. Mehn this show is my life. I don't miss an episode.

I watched couple episodes and it was about 11:35 so I decided to go to sleep. But not before I sent Stacey the text asking her if I could see her again, underneath the morning I sent her earlier. Damn, got a nigga double texting and shit. I wonder why she ain't replying for real.

After that I cut off the lamp and went to bed.

Stacey P.O.V

"What the hell juicy!" I got up quickly trying to stuff her pee pan underneath her. Man why don't this dog ever listen to me?! She knows what her pee pan is for, yet she constantly stay peeing on my floor.

"I done told yo Ass don't do that!" I slapped her bum as she barked at me as if giving me attitude. Spoiled ass.

I got the cleaning stuff and cleaned up the pee. At least she know better than to poop out here. Her poop pan is the only thing she does right. I think it's cuz it comes with a strawberry scent unlike the other one.

When I was done I washed up and took my hot pocket out the microwave and went back to sit on the couch.

There was a text from Rome. I sighed and locked my phone again. I already see myself catching feelings for this guy and I'm not gonna let myself go there. He's leaving on Tuesday and then what?

I'm too old to be doing no long distance shit. I'm 27. Damn near 30, and the only relationships I wanna get into is one that can potentially lead to marriage.

I enjoy his vibe, and the butterflies he gives me every time he looks at me and how confident he is, shit with every reason to be too. But I can't let myself go there knowing how hard I fall when I set my mind to it. And who knows what he's gonna be doing when he gets back to L.A. Shit he might have a girl and kid back home right now and I don't even know.

And on top of that I done gave it up on the first night. But I just couldn't help myself. He offered to buy me drinks but I refused, momma ain't raised no fool. But yet he didn't need to get me drunk to make me act as if I was.

Sleeping with someone you just met seems like a drunken mistake to me. Yet I did it while completely sober.

I guess I just related to what he was saying and the vibe he put out. It's not like he was even hitting on me per se. He dropped a compliment here and there but for the most part we talked about a general topic of appropriate things.

So when I woke up the next morning and my morals FINALLY slapped me in the face, you can understand why I went into my little panic mode. But it's whatever, I guess there are worst guys out there who I could be sleeping with.

He was mature, had his own hustle going on with being a lawyer and stuff, and hey he's fine as hell.

But it's just too much. He'll get over it. He probably just wanted some goodbye pussy anyways.

I shut down my laptop, Heading to my room. "Come on Juicy lets go to bed." I said to her after I finished watching her drink some water.

She ran in front of me and took her place at the foot of my bed in her own bed filled with pillows. There's was another poop and pee pan in the corner. "You can sleep up here tonight since you just peed."

She def knows not to Pee in this bed. She hops off whenever she needs to do her business. She just likes getting on my nerves and occasionally pees on the living room floor for attention. Never the rug though. Like I said she spiteful but she knows what she's doing.

I picked her up and laid her on the other side of the bed but she just got up and literally tucked herself underneath me. Like if I roll too much that's it for her.

I rolled my eyes, shut off my lights and went to sleep.