Between The Lines [Janet & Aja]

01

Janet

November 17th

"Bitch! We free!" Gil shouted as he yanked my ear buds out of my ear.

"Gil! Why'd you do that?" I asked him as I took my other ear bud out voluntarily and sat my phone down on my table.

He held some mail up. "Bitch, I was coming my ass into our home. Ya know, Queen Gil just minding her business and shit, and I happened to go through our mail box! And bitch we free!"

I yanked my mail out of his hands. "Stop going through my stuff, and what the hell are you talking about? What do you mean we're fr..."

My words trailed off as I read the paper that I had snatched from Gil.

The paper had in bold letters at the top. 'Divorce Finalized'.

I jumped up in excitement. "Gil, I'm free!"

Gil frowned. "No, we free. I had to deal with his janky ass as well. You weren't the only one dealing with that pale ass man. I told you that he was too pale for your own damn good anyways."

"The only brown skin I've ever dated was Jermaine." I told him as I recalled all the men I've ever officially dated.

"Did I ever tell you that midget was my favorite ex?"

I laughed. "Shut up, you and that man never got along."

He shrugged. "I've never gotten along with any of your exes. They were always pissy and I threatened all of they asses and they said they would try not to hurt you. Assholes, don't try, make sure that shit never happens."

"You never threatened Wissam."

"I didn't have time! Yo ass married that damn man to fast. Stop doing that shit Dunk, I'm serious. Next person that breaks your damn heart is getting stabbed. I'm not playing either."

"Okay Gil." I chuckled as I nodded. "I'll note it."

"Now anyways, back to you being free of Wissam's vampire ass. What we finna do to celebrate? Let's go do some clubbing. Some drinking. Something." He suggested as he smirked at me.

"You're just trying to get drunk." I called Gil on his bs.

He flipped his imaginary hair. "Okay and? We finna get fucked up. We are free bitch! We gotta celebrate."

"Why do you keep saying the word we?" I asked as I sat the mail down on the coffee table next to my phone.

"Hey!" Gil pointed his finger at me. "Don't try it. Wissam stressed me the fuck out. Had my friend wearing sheets and shit outside in 100 degree weather. You was struggling hunty. So we gone celebrate freedom."