I legit refuse to stress over this dude. He hasn't talked to me in 2 weeks and I'm tired of it. He's home now...and still ignoring me. So while he sat on the couch doing whatever, my ass was packing my shit for ATL. I'm leaving tomorrow morning, that way I'll be out of his space. He doesn't have to worry about me for a week.
Ariana will be in Atlanta tomorrow as well. Hopefully we meet at the airport because I do not feel like taking a trip back to pick her up. That's just too much work for me.
Call me lazy if you want. I'm just not in the mood.
I sighed as I sat on the bed, zipping up my suitcase. I then grunt as I lift it off the bed to put on the floor. I look over at Molly, who's looking at me with a judgmental look.
"I'm not as strong as daddy, hush." I say.
She curls back up in her spot, looking at me for a bit more before looking away. I smile. Max walks in and walks over to where Molly was; on the bed chilling. He joined her, curling up in his little spot as well.
Awww, look at my babies 😍.
I went into the living room and sat on the couch opposite of DLo. He was focused on the current NBA game. Karl Anthony-Towns and the Timberwolves were playing Kevin Durant and the Warriors, in the Bay. I watched some of it, but wasn't all that into it.
I have a flight to catch in the morning.
*****
Monday, December 18, 2017
I had just reached Atlanta 20 minutes ago. Right now I was on the phone with my parents to let them know. Just before we could hang up the phone, I hear a voice scream out my nickname. I look to see Ariana. I smile and hang up the phone.
We ran to each other and embraced one another, gushing over how much we missed the other. Her outfit resembled mine in a way, just different.
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We took pictures together, for like 10 minutes, then went to go and get our rental. After that, we were headed out to get some food because I was starving. Hadn't eaten since breakfast this morning in Brooklyn.
DLo drove me to the airport without a word. I tried to kiss him but he walked away. It's been like that for 2 weeks and I'm sick of it. It's almost like he doesn't love me anymore. But I chose not to worry about that while I was here in Atlanta with family.
Anyway, me and Ariana made our way to iHop. I ordered pancakes, sausage and eggs with orange juice. Ariana got waffles, eggs and bacon with apple juice. Then we basically just caught up with our lives, talking about D'Angelo and Kyle.
"So give me the update of you and Kyle." I say, placing my hands under my chin.
"Well, we're doing pretty good. He apologized after what happened a few weeks ago. He brought me a giant bear for Christ sake, just to say he was sorry. Then we finally kissed for the first time in the 8 months that we were together. So...yeah. Ever since then we were on good terms. He still has some work to do though; he's still having a tough time showing affection." She said, shrugging at the end.
I nod.
"Well at least he's improving." I say.
"Not much...but yeah." She said.
I grin.
"What about you and DLo?" She asked.
"Oh good grief, don't get me started. I wanna strangle him so badly." I say, rolling my eyes.
"What'd he do?" She said.
"I told him about the abortion." I say, sighing.
"And?" She said.
"Well, he didn't take too kindly to it. As of recently, we haven't talked in 2 weeks." I say.
"Oh my god. What the hell?" She said.
"I know. It's the most aggravating thing ever." I say.
"How does he go that long without talking to his girlfriend?" She said.
"I don't know man. He must have someone else on the side for him to not be talking to me. He even talks to the dogs more than me, that's how you know he's taking this news hard." I explain, sighing.
"That is just sad." She said.
"I know." I say, frowning.
"Hey, it's okay. It'll work out. When he takes notice in how sincere you are, he'll feel guilty for making this tough time even tougher than it already was." She explained.
I nod. She smiles at me reassuringly. We sat there for a while more, talking. As if we didn't have a home to get to 😭.
Her phone was lighting up like crazy though. When she checked it, there was nothing but notifications.
"What the hell?" She said.
I giggle. She scrolled through everything, her face going from surprised to confused to worried in 5 seconds. Each transition was literally 5 seconds.
"What? What's happening?" I say.
"Shit." She mumbled, typing on her phone quickly.
I sat there, waiting. Shortly after, she got a phone call.
A: What? U: ..... A: No. U: ..... A: I literally just posted it. Why should I take it down now? U: ..... A: I did. U: ..... A: Yup. It's my right. U: ..... A: Kyle, this isn't fair. I never ask you to take down pictures of you and other people. I never tell you what to do with your social media period. So why should I let you tell me what to do? U: ..... A: So this is about double standards now? U: ..... A: That's what it sounds like. U: ..... A: No and that's final.
After that she hung up.
"Uhh." I say.
"That was Kyle." She said.
"Calling about...?" I say.
She unlocked her phone then handed it to me. I checked the IG post and see the argument between him and Allen Crabbe, regarding Ariana.
"The conversation on the phone was about me taking down the picture and him not wanting to see a story out of the situation." She explained.
I shook my head.
"He's being insecure and it's pissing me off. He clearly sees that I'm not entertaining this dude, but continues wanting to go after him." She said.
"I think he's just afraid of losing you." She said.
"Which shouldn't be. I think I've proven myself enough." She said.
I shrug.
"His past is really taking an effect on us, and I'm sick of it." She said.
"Oh, it has to do with past relationships." I say.
"Yup. He needs to get over it, before he really messes up." She said.
