A True Friend Indeed *Urban*

Part 15

*Gabrielle*

     

       The ride to the hospital was in complete and utter silence. I stared straight ahead for a while in my own thoughts. I'm glad he was honest with me, but in the same breath I can't help but feel a little anxious, and a tad bit jealous.

     Yeah, I said it. Jealous. As much as I hate to admit it, I have official contracted the disease. Yes. The disease we all like to call feelings. I mean who wouldn't catch feelings for this tall, sexy, intellectual piece of chocolate sitting in the driver seat of this Audi? I bit my lip and supressed the arousel that was building up within me in this innapropriate time.

     For the first time since the silence began, I looked over at Miles. He seemed to be in deep thought. On impulse, I grabbed hold of his free hand, giving him wordless assurance that all is going to be well. He flashed a smile, a big one too. LORD those teeth. Perfection. He stopped at a red light and squeezed my hand a little tighter causing me to look at him again. Before I could even open my mouth his face was coming toward my own.

      I internally screamed and tried to mentally prepare myself for what was to happen next. Should I turn away, or recieve it? But I want to so bad, God I want to so bad. Without giving myself a second chance to recant I met him half way, crashing my full lips on to his very full and purple ones. A smoker. Weed to be exact. But hey, who am I to judge? I've had a few puffs in my life time.

     We had to have been going at it for a while because horns were honking. I pulled back and smiled. He laughed and kept driving. The rest of the ride was silent. My face was hot and my body was burning with desire. I crossed my legs and squeezed tight as I looked out of the window.

     We finally got to the hospital and Miles asked the woman at the front desk where that bitch room was. The woman looked at me, then back at him. "Room 491 Labor and Delivery wing." She tried to say in her most seductive, sultry voice which resembled my freshly manicured nails scratching against a chalk board. I couldn't hold in my laugh. Miles shot me a smile and the female shot me an evil look.

     I turned on my heels and walked to the room with Miles right behind me. That should show her enough.

    We got to the room door and I heard familiar voices. None other than my  bestfriend Princess, and...

Rico?

     I dismissed the thought and allowed Miles to walk in first, then I followed behind. When I walked in CEO of Home Wreckers Inc. gave me a look that would have damn near killed my ass if I gave a fuck. I gave Miles a dominate hug, his back turned toward her. I looked around his body and gave her the most childish tongue lick I could possibly muster. She whispered a "bitch" in between contractions. When I pulled away and looked at him he seemed confused but I could tell he liked it by the way them hands landed on my ass.

     I turned around to retrieve a seat and one just so happened to be open next to Princess. I sat next to her and smiled. She gave me a weak one back and I instantly knew something was up. I put it in the back of my mind. Maybe she was just tired or something. She winded up resting her head in my lap and dozing off. I guess I assumed correctly. I eventually dozed off myself.

     I woke up a little later to see no progress being made in this hoe's delivery. I lifted Princess' head that was now repositioned on my shoulder and got up to take a piss. After I washed my hands and began to fluff my hair out Princess came busting into the bathroom straight to the toilet and emptied damn near almost everything she ever ate in her life into that thing. I did what any other friend would have did and held her hair back and waited for her to finish. I looked over the counter to see a bottle of mouth wash along with other basic toiletries. I hope the bitch didn't mind.

     Not that I gave a shit.

     Once again like any other friend would have I asked the million dollar question, but with my own twist. "HOE YOUR BETTER NOT BE PREGNANT!" I whisper yelled. "Bitch I'm not pregnant and lower your fucking tone for I slap your ass." I scoffed externally, but all I could think about was how she proved my point all the more. She basically just got violent on me and all I did was ask a question.

     mood swings.

     I looked at her and shook my head, exiting the bathroom. While I was waking back to my seat, Rico started cracking jokes. "WTF was y'all doing in there at the same time? Bumping cat huh? I knew my baby was a freak but Gabby? HOT DAMN!" He said, busting the fuck up and earning a laugh from Miles. I'm glad to see they ignoring the Big Bad Home Wrecker over there huffing and puffing and shit. "Up yours bitch nigga" I said giving him one of my freshly done Red Bottom inspired middle fingers. He grinned. And turned his smile upside down when he finally realized all the noise that bitch was making over there.

     "Somebody PLEASE get this bitch a muzzle for I kick her ass with all this huffing and shit!" He said. I laughed so damn hard my sides started hurting. I never had nothing against him, I just ain't like how he did my bitch. But if she cool I'm ice water, shit.

     Her ass eventually came out the bathroom looking drained ass hell. She came back to her original spot next to me and I smirked. I leaned in and whispered in her ear..

     "Rico Jr? Or if it's a girl, you can name her after me. You know, 'cause I'm your bestfriend?" She mugged me and rested her head into my lap again, causing me to laugh.

     I know my bestfriend.