V I X E N ~ july 4th, 2017
i walked into the studio with gus finally seeing esha for the first time in a few days. i instantly walk over to my usual spot on the couch that was now next to her.
"so where have you been?" i nudge her side.
"bexey let me stay with him for a few days, i had a bed there so i didn't want to be sleeping on the couch interrupting you and gus having hard sex every night," i roll my eyes.
"we don't do that. every night at least," we laugh.
"well i stayed there for a few days and he told me he is probably going to go on tour with gus but they're going to officially announce it in the next few days. but then he told me that he wanted me to come along and how it would be good because you were going too so we would have each other," she raises her eyebrows at me.
"i mean i am down to go if you are going because then it's like i have a comfort there in case things go to shit," she nods her head.
"do we go?"
"i mean if you're down i am too. we would technically get to travel for free, i mean i would totally pay for my ticket if gus wanted me to but i know the boys aren't going to let us pay for shit or do anything which kinda sucks about tour," she shrugs.
"so we enjoy traveling to all these cool places together and with the boys. it's memories and then we aren't in such a rush to get a new apartment," i agree with her.
so i guess we were going with the boys on a world tour now.
we talked to each other as the boys fucked around in the studio.
she went back with bexey at the end of the session and i went back with gus.
i made some dinner when we got home, it hd become a routine to make dinner every night by now.
i made a spicy chicken penne vodka because i knew gus needed protein to stay going everyday with his lifestyle.
i thanked my good cooking on the foster care system. one of the first families i ever lived with was a man who believed women belonged in the kitchen so i stayed close with the other foster girl and the mother in the kitchen. she taught me all her homemade recipes which were amazing. i mesmerized every single one of them by the end of the year and a half i lived there.
i placed the two bowls at the table and sat down across from gus like we usually did.
"what were you and esha talking about?" he looks at me as he takes a bite of the food.
"tour, i want to go with you," i look at him to see his eyes light up instantly.
"good, i was going to give you a really hard time until you agreed," he took another bigger bite of his pasta.
"this is spicy but really good. how did you learn to cook?"
"foster care," i ate some of what was in front of me, i was surprised with my talents. it was actually pretty good.
"what was foster care like?"
"CPS put me into the foster care system when i was three. i jumped from house to house and it sucked. i hated every moment of it and when i got out it was no better," no one ever asked about foster care.
"so how did you learn to cook?"
"i stayed at this one house for a little while and the husband had the mindset that women should be doing the house work and not getting educations. so he homeschooled us to come to terms with the wife who was amazing, and in return we made dinner every night and did housework all day kind of like child labor," i smile.
