Business Before Pleasure MxM (Staten Krown)

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Is it better to say don't forget or remember?

I wake up and I feel all this negativity.  I make my way to the bathroom.  I almost forget I'm not home alone when I crack the door open just a little bit.  Lucky enough, the person in the bathroom is talking on the phone.  I see Zima.  She's standing by the sink.  Her long hair is covering up the phone.

I am about to leave.  I swear I'm about to.  I'm not trying to be nosy but then all a sudden I hear a whisper.  It's a low whisper.  I had a little sister. Tiny Tina, who was about 20 right now. She's in college now but  I damn near raised her.  I knew how little girls can be.  I knew how they were when they were talking to a guy.  I recognize the whisper.   And I remember how my little sister got real sneaky when she liked a boy.  She always went to the bathroom.  She always put on the faucet so no one heard her conversation.

And sometimes, rarely, but sometimes she forgot to lock the fuckin door.

The motto of this story is: I knew a sneaky girl when I saw her.

"I had the best time with you last night," Zima is saying, "You are...you are amazing.  I swear you are.."

She's whispering.  Real low.  She is talking so low that she says some stuff after that I can't make out.   I lean closer to the door.  Oh hell naw!

OH. HELL.  NAW!.

I think I'm imagining it.   I stand by the door and listen more.

She continues, "No yeah.  Labron has no idea.  It's only a matter of time.   It's just going to be me and you."

She's not even mentioning her daughter. What kind of trifling bitch did that?  I can't take it anymore.  I open the door.  Real wide.

I'm standing there.  I look like a dickhead but that's because I want to. I couldn't stand a liar, especially knowing first hand just how loyal my friend has been to her.

"Busy?"  I ask.

"You must not ever heard of knocking..."

"You must not ever heard of reading a fuckin' lease.  Because you ain't on it.  This is my shit."