She gagged, feeling him hit the back of her throat. "Mo!" Prince calls out with a fist full of hair to control her pace. "We're gonna' crash!"
Monica pulls her head back, sighing with a grin as she wipes his happiness from the edges of her lips. She adjusts her behind in the passenger's seat. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just can't help it! You taste so good..." She places her hand on his upper-thigh. She's practically addicted to the feeling of his touch.
"We're close to home. I hope you don't kiss your mother with that mouth..."
Monica laughs, shaking her head. "No, only you."
Prince's eyes pop open.
The confusion of his location causes for his eyes to squint lower. How has he wound up in his own bedroom? Prince's last memories date back to sitting on the couch to wait for his soup to come to a boil. A shocking wave of nausea creeps up his esophagus. Prince leaps from his bed, jogging to his bathroom at the fastest pace that his body allows. His face falling into the toilet, he projects every mean eaten at the road trip junk he digested the morning before.
"So, you're awake?"
Lazily lifting his head from the toilet as he flushes it, Prince faces Andre and Lisa, both leaning up against the doorway. "What the hell is going on?" He sighs as he takes note of his lacking of attire. "Where are my clothes?"
"We went to Tony's place for some post-Thanksgiving feasting—" Andre pauses to add, "Everybody was there." Lisa points at him, nodding in agreement with his statement. "By the time we got home, you were sleep on the couch. You look like you were puking and sleeping on and off all night long. It's..."
Lisa lifts up her right wrist that carries her watch. "Four in the fucking morning," she says, backing up Andre. "We've been watching you sleep all night. I took your clothes off because you were sweating like hell!"
"And you burned that little can of Campbell's you were trying to make," Andre says from the sidelines. "You're not still making yourself sick over Mo, are you?"
And so Prince's confusion falls at a rapid rate. He remembers it all. He left Monica soon after their conversation. She had classes and he felt they'd accomplished enough for him to go home, waiting to see her again soon. He made a stop or two on the way home, usually for a bathroom break and his favorite snacks. Halfway through, he noticed himself getting congested. Sleeping in his car outside of Monica's building was backfiring. He tried to hurry home. He returned to an empty apartment but once he threw up the first time, it all went down hill from there.
Prince's stomach churns as he recalls his rollercoaster of an excursion. "I'm coming down with something. I think I got a bug in Wisconsin." He cannot believe he slept in his car. These thoughts, alone, force his back into the toilet. Another set of emotions are expressed.
Andre's nose turns up in disgust. "Man, look at you throwing all that good food up."
"Shut the fuck up."
"You even sound like shit," Lisa giggles. "My God, look at your bed-head. Some dream you were having, huh?"
If you only knew, Prince thinks to himself.
Coughing up the last of whatever food is leftover in his system, Prince shuts his eyes as he is inhaling a deep breath of fresh hair. His thoughts sort themselves out. No love is worth this kind of physical pain... Except Monica's. He understands that the only way to truly fix it all is to try. He has to take her word following their last conversation. He doesn't want to overwhelm her. Instead, he wants to move past the worst of their worst, a conversation that haunts him. This conversation dates back a couple of years. It is the last conversation shared between the two as a couple, boyfriend and girlfriend.
"Sweetheart, that'd be absolutely perfect if only I hadn't already gave Wisconsin my word," She responded in a slight whine.
He sighs. "Well how am I supposed to see you, Mo?"
"Well... you can visit me and I'll visit you. After all, I've only seen you about five times within the last eleven months. You're still going to be here tomorrow, right?"
"I don't know Monica..." Prince paused for a moment. "I'll be there but I don't think I can make it to Wisconsin at all. Why can't you stay here?"
She grew frustrated quickly with every little word he spoke. "Because I can't, Prince! It's too late! Maybe if you showed your face a little more, it wouldn't hurt so bad!"
"If I can't call you in Chanhassen, I don't want to call you at all."
Click.
It didn't end well, one can imagine. The after effect happened to be even more intense because Monica never called him back no matter how many letters, flowers, gifts, and chocolates Prince sent her way. She left him high and dry.
"Pass me my toothbrush."
As Prince picks himself up from the toilet, Andre passes him his toothbrush. "What are you doing?" Andre's question is asked as Prince turns on the shower.
"I'm going out."
Andre folds his hands across his chest. "You're not going to try to walk around Minneapolis after getting sick because you drove to Wisconsin to see Monica to hear you out over something that happened years ago... Because that would be crazy," Andre laughs aloud. The lack of Prince's compliance causes for Lisa to smoothly exit the bathroom. "Right? That'd be crazy, wouldn't it?" Prince says nothing as he reaches to push Andre out of the bathroom. "It'd be crazy, right?"
"I am crazy."
Andre kisses his teeth, realizing how much of Prince's mind has been lost.
"Man, she dogged you! Just move on." Prince's eyes roll, hand gripping the door in preparation to kick Andre out. "You got the ladies. You just feelin' a delay of emotion. Go get under somebody so we can get on top of rehearsals." Andre hates to see Prince behaving as desperately as he has been, as if he'll die if he isn't with Monica. Andre knew Prince's emotions would come back to bite him in the ass once Prince acted as if he weren't bothered. Although, he didn't expect to see this.
Prince's histrionic dire need to capture Monica a second time. It's pitiful, Andre thinks.
Prince shuts the door in Andre's face. He steps into the shower with a clear mind as he prepares to mentally jot down all of his plot points and areas of discussion that he will need to slide into conversation in order to get the results that he so desperately seeks. This is an important moment, not only for himself but, for his health. He's a fucking rockstar for crying out loud, he shouldn't have to put up with this shit, Andre would say. And yet, this ego is exactly what has gotten him into this mess to begin with. It seems that he has more to talk about with Monica than he's truly ever thought of. Needless to say, this is his only time slot to practice making the shot. He has to do it while Monica is still away... Even if it is at four o'clock in the morning.
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I'm Yours (PRN)
FanfictionSequel of Skipper's Heartbeat Four years later, Monica's back in Minnesota. With her now being eighteen, things are not hidden from her as often. Although, she eventually learns that she wishes it was. It becomes even more difficult to focus on her...