Real Love

The Warning (Wayo)

I can't stop laughing. His hands are everywhere.  He's actually tickling me. I almost can't breathe. He's relentless. When he said he'd show me he was a man, this is not the activity I thought we'd be doing.

"Please P'Pha. I'm sorry." I plead.

"Sorry?" He asks as his fingers cease their movement.

"Sorry for what?" He asks moving his head closer.

"Sorry that you're such a girly man!" I yell as I flip us over and begin my attack.

Now, I'm no weakling. I have been working out for years, not to mention the martial arts training I've gone through, so I can hold my own. He had the upper hand with his damn height and weight but now the tables are turned and I AM THE MAN ON TOP.

There's just one thing I didn't consider:

He's not ticklish.

Not even a little bit.

Everywhere my fingers brush get the same result, a shit eating smirk that says he's toying with me. I realize there's no winning for me so I hop off quickly and make a mad dash for the living room. Why? I have no idea. My mind has completely stopped working.

P'Pha comes into the room casually. He's stalking me like a predator. I can feel my impending doom. Closer and closer he comes. Each step purposeful and full of confidence. His arms move out and fingers start to wiggle. His serene face now breaks into a smile. I'm dazzled by it at first, it's breath taking, but I snap out of it in time to doge his attack.

He's on the move again. I've somehow managed to trap myself between the sofa and chair. I'm debating which one I can leap over without falling flat on my face. I see him watching me. He's waiting for my move.

"Yo. What are you waiting for?" He taunts.

"You can't beat me! I'll get away." I shout.

That's a load of shit and we both know it.

Then miracle above all miracles, the doorbell rings. I slump into the chair with a sigh of relief. I will be eternally grateful to whomever is at the door. Forever they will be my hero, my savior.

Then I notice that he hasn't moved. What's he doing? What was I thinking? I was such a fool to settle here. He cages me in and leans in close.

"This isn't over baby. They have to leave sometime." He whispers.

Then he gets up, straightens his shirt and goes to the door.

"Kit? What are you doing here?" He asks as he lets P'Kit in.

"And Ming." He adds as Ming follows Kit in.

Ming looks directly at me and stares daggers. Just for a moment though. Long enough for me to notice it. Is he kidding me right now? He's doing this here? In front of P'Pha? I brace myself because I have no idea what their plan is.

"Shia." P'Kit says as he walks up to me.

"He looks exactly like him." He says as he starts poking me.

"What are you doing Pii?" I say as I swat his hand.

He looks at me closely. I can see it in his eyes. He knows who I am. I look over at Ming who raises his eyebrow. He definitely knows.

"When Pha said you looked like our friend I didn't believe him but you really do. The spitting image. Well what I assume he would look like at 29." He says before sitting down across from me.