Pharrah’s POV:
Have you ever woken up somewhere and have not one clue of how you got there the previous night? Well that’s how I feel right about now. All I remember is last night I was watching a scary ass movie with Chris and now I’m laying in someone’s bed wearing a bra, panties, and an ugly black t-shirt.
I rolled out from under the sheets and went to find my phone. While wandering I stumbled upon an all white room where Chris was sprawled across a couch with one arm hanging of the side and his phone on the floor. I quietly walked over careful not to wake him, snatched a pillow from under him and smacked him in the back of the head with it. He didn’t even flinch or move.
“Christopher, wake up! You have to take me to work,” I screamed in his ear.
"Let me sleep," he rolled over annoyed and threw the pillow back at me.The bar I work at doesn't even open until 3 and my shift isn't until 5:30. I just wanted to annoy him.
"Up, up, up," I said while pulling on his tank top to get him up.
"Okay, okay, damn," he mumbled waving me away with his dwindling arm. He sluggishly lifted his head out the couch cushion and stood up. The bags under his eyes were hard to miss and he had a gummy worm stuck to his face from last night. I swear I had never seen a grown as man eat that much candy in my life. I shook my head trying to hide my smile.
"Don't be smiling. YOU woke me up all and shit. So tell me what you want I'm tired." It was fun to see him mad.
"First of all, Mr. Brown you better get some coffee for that attitude 'cause I ain't got time for it. Second I wanted to know where my phone is." He smiled at my sarcastic reply.
"You left it in the theater last night. What time is it now?" he questioned picking up his phone.
"Probably around 10," I said walking out.
"No it's 11:56," he corrected. I've never slept that late in my life so we must've stayed up late yesterday.
I found my phone in on the floor between two chairs in the theater like Chris said. I only had a text from my sister reminding me about the family ball Sunday. I grabbed a pack of Twizzlers and proceeded out the room then I bumped into Chris.
Chris's POV:
Pharrah thought she was gonna wake me up over some petty shit then eat my candy. I said something to her about it sarcastically and she gave me the death stare- a look that could kill a million people over and over again. Then she walked right around me like ain't say shit so I followed her downstairs where she sat at the counter opening my Twizzlers.
"I just joking with you, " I said breaking the silence. She then ripped the ends off one of the Twizzlers and began using as a straw to drink her juice. I thought that it was a weird thing to do.
"Why do you do that?" I asked quizzically. She looked up at me.
"When I was younger my brothers used to do this to Twizzlers. So I began to copy him like I copied him at everything else he did. He was kinda like my role model growing up." I found that quite amusing because I used to copy my older sister at everything when I was really young.
"You know," I started. Pharrah brought her attention to me locking her brown eyes with mine. "when I was five and my sister was 12 she got her nails done. While she got them done my mom made us sit and wait. While waiting I got bored and jealous so I decided I wanted my nails done too. So when we got home I went into my mother's room and took a bottle of green polish and painted my nails. The next day at school all my classmates laughed at me as well as my sister. Ever since then I've never touched a bottle of nail polish again because I was so embarrassed." When I finished telling the story Pharrah bust out laughing.
"That explains you dirty nails but I really wanna see you with green fingernails," she laughed, showing that million dollar smile that I was starting to see more often.
"It's not that funny. And if you wanna consume anything other than Twizzler flavored fruit punch I suggest you go find something wear so we can go out." She walked all the way upstairs dying. I never imagined Pharrah having a happy childhood because of how guarded she is until I heard that story. So that mean something happened to her later on in life and I plan to find out what.
