Just Have Faith

7.

Uh-oh back again
Back to back maybach, stack the M's
Told 'em I met slim shady, bag-

"What the fuck Damien" Why the hell is he turning my damn music off. In MY gotdamn apartment. This my shit.

"You ain't hear me calling you yo? Why the fuck you got this shit so loud. I coulda walked up in this shit and blew ya head off and you wouldn't know. Fuck is wrong with you yo." He yelled. This man get on my last nerves. Ever since he got shot, he's being extra cautious. Damien told me about a week ago, Bully and Ace told him word on the street is someone is claiming to have beef with Damien and that's who got him shot.

"Sorry baby, what happened. What you want?" I asked walking up to him.

"Forget it imma just go get food by myself and for myself. Go back to listening to Nicki. Barb ass." He mumbled the last part, before turning to walk out.

Grabbing him before he left my room I made a puppy dog face. "No I'm sorry, look I'm already dressed come on. We can eat now, and have desert later." I said softly. He stared at me for 30 seconds intensely before giving in.

"Aigh let's go. Get on my fuckin nerves."

Works every time.

Grabbing my phone and wallet, I looked for my Chanel slides but couldn't find them.

"Yo where the fuck is my shit." I was getting frustrated. I been looking for this shit for two minutes. And soon Damien is gonna come in here yelling at me because he's hungry.

"Yo, let's go. Fuck is you doing man." He came in, right on time.

"Baby I can't find my Chanel slides." I pouted.

"Which ones?" He asked, softening his tone.

"The pink ones."

"Baby, you left it at my place. Now put on random slides and let's go." He said grabbing a pair of furry slides throwing them at my feet.

Sliding them on, I locked up my apartment catching up with Damien going down to the car garage.

"I'm in the mood for Olive Garden. Order it on your phone for pick up." Damien told me as we got in his range. Nodding my head he pulled out of the garage.

Going on the website I ordered myself a chicken parm. "You want chicken alfredo or seafood alfredo?" I asked.

"Seafood." He replied looking for a song to play.

Ordering it for pick up I looked out the window. It's been a month since Damien got shot. Which means it's been a month since we started dating. One of the greatest yet hardest months of my life. Between Damien becoming extra protective as well as trying to become used to the fact I'm in a relationship again it's been something I have to adjust to. I haven't fully adjusted but it gets easier. In the beginning Damien and I would clash a lot, over how independent I was. He likes to spend money on me, and when we go out he races to hand people his card before I could take out my wallet. We got into a huge argument because of it, and now we have an agreement. If he pays for dinner I'll give a tip. If he pays from one store, I pay in the next one. If we go to the movies and he buys the tickets I got snacks. I also saw this thing on twitter where this couple would have both cards in there hand and whichever the person swiping picks is who pays. I thought it was cute and showed Damien and so we do that when we just go to drive-thru's. We also clashed because when Damien was discharged, his parents had to go to california for business a week later. I, of course, haven't left NY since then just incase of emergency. I went and stayed with him because he couldn't do too many things for a while, doctors orders. That didn't last any longer than about three days because he didn't like being helpless. So I let him deal on his own and gave him his space, and of course he called and needed help. Why are guys so stubborn when it comes to getting help? That shit is beyond me.