The Marrying of ZIM

21. Praktice.

"Why do we have to dance?" I was completely breathless watching the energetic Kwashie restarting the song.

"Because I want to," she shrugged her shoulders.

"Why can't you dance for me?" I was fed up and tired.

"Because I want the both of us to dance.." she had a response for everything.

I groaned loudly as I threw myself onto the floor in a sitting position roughly folding my arms across my chest and pouting like the five year old that I obviously was.

"KWASHIE! I AM TIRED!" I groaned out.

"For someone who spends a lot of the time in the gym you have no stamina." She frowned down at me.

"Excuse you! I have stamina where it matters!" I defended my honor.

"Yeah, says the girl that always taps out."

I couldn't believe she just said that. My mouth hung open as I stared up at her watching the sweat drip down from her hairline. I hated her in this moment. I got up and walked out of the gym going to the kitchen for a drink. Kwashie has been out of the hospital for a month now and I wasn't sure if it's her African genes or what but she's walking around as if her ribs weren't broken and stressing me out about it too.

"You're acting like you were the one with the broken ribs."

"Stop behaving like you're injured, you're just lazy."

"How do you spend so much time in the gym yet still you can't keep up."

This dance was HER idea from the beginning, I would've settled for a duet even though I knew I couldn't sing I'd still do it for her but NO, she wants to go all out and have us dance at the reception. My thighs were hurting, my back was aching and I was surely going to go blind from the amount of sweat my eyelashes couldn't prevent from going into my eyes.

"Zim.." Kwashie came to meet me in the kitchen.

"What are you drinking?" I didn't answer, I just continued to sip on my iced tea.

"I thought you decided to stop drinking, I thought we were making progress." She sounded hurt.

"Zidania!" She raised her voice.

"Kwashie, chill the fuck out. Don't raise your voice at me and I'll drink whatever the fuck I want." I hissed my teeth and turned the cup to my head.

As soon as it touched my lips I felt the glass being dragged away from my fingers. The liquid spilled going into my nose and soaking through my T-shirt. I blew my nose and hung my head low so that the liquid could run from my nose.

"This is the second time you've done that and I'll be damned if I allowed it to slide for a third time." I calmly stated.

"It wouldn't have happened if you had just said that you were drinking iced tea." She clenched her jaws.

"Stop acting like my fucking parent, oh my god. You've gotten so controlling and I hate it." I shouted.

"You need guidance," She blankly stated.

"I don't need no motherfucking guidance you fucking asshole, you don't fucking know me." The anger was building in me.

"Stop cursing," she warned.

"I'll say whatever the fuck I want, whenever the FUCK I want because no one in this fucking room can drape me!" I huffed.

"Want to bet?" The challenging look on her face only fueled my anger.