In Search Of - A Childish Gambino story

Chapter 2: Do Ya Like

Waking up, the familiar California sunshine shot through the window and onto my face, practically blinding me when I first opened my eyes.

Feeling the bed, I realized I wasn't laying in my own. In fact, the bed was scarce of everything except for a limp pillow and a thin, scratchy sheet to cover me. What the fuck?

I sat up, rubbed my eyes and blinked really hard, immediately thinking the worst about what could be happening to me right now. I know for a fact this isn't my place. It smells like...rubbing alcohol, castile soap and sickness. 

I looked down, only to reveal that I'm wearing a loose pale blue gown and slippers to match.

The hospital. 

I let out a breath of relief. I wasn't sexually assaulted or tortured. 

I jumped out of the bed and I found a bag by my bed full of my clothes, my wallet and my phone. I had to get out of here. After registering that no one's gonna come in to kill me, I looked at my phone and stared at it in confusion. My home screen was a picture of Jhene and I. She had her hair all over her face sticking her tongue out.

I was smiling really huge. When the hell did we take that? Why was she in my sweater?

I frantically scrolled through my contact list, skipping over Fam's contact at least a hundred times. I guess I was so confused and nervous that I hadn't realized that I kept skipping his number. Where the fuck is his number? 

When I finally found his contact, he called. 

"Yo, wassup man, you good?"

"You dumped me here. No I'm not good."

"Ah, nigga..you knocked yourself out on the stairs remember?" 

"What?"

"Yeah. And you were fucked up. I left you there for the night just to be safe, plus those nurses were fine. Don't say I never do nice shit for you."

I shook my head and chuckled to myself, still confused about last night's festivities. 

"You're crazy man. But yo..I had the craziest dream." I laid back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. 

"Wassup?" he responded with a mouth full of food. How the hell is there still food at my house after last night?

"I know it's crazy but like, Andrea was like at my house. And her sister too! Too bad she would never come here anyway..." I trailed off.

"Um, nigga..she actually-"

On cue, she waltzed in - giving me no time to mentally prepare. 

"I-I'm gonna call you back alright?"

"Whenever you're ready." 

"Hey, best friend!" she shouted way too cheery for me. I hopped off the bed.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I clenched my jaw, getting ready to rip myself out of whatever dream I was caught in right now because..this couldn't be. Her shoes squeaked on the hospital room floor as she made her way over to me. For once, she wasn't like all decked out in heels and a gold chain. She had on a pair of what looked like brand new pink Roshes, leggings, and an oddly familiar sweatshirt with an owl on it. Her jet black hair rested perfectly on her shoulders and she had a small amount of makeup on. She looked flawless - damn that sounds corny, but it's true.

"I ain't afraid to say it,

yeah I love these hoes.