Syn#1:Heaven is a Syn away MxM (Staten Krown)

5

I couldn't get Dr. Lopez's words off my mind. The fact Sampson may not
have been comfortable around me, kept coming into my head. I don't know why
I thought about it so much, among all the other crazy little things that
had been coming up lately.I had went back home from Dr. Lopez's appointment and noticed that no
one was home. It was actually a sigh of relief. The last thing I needed to
do was be around Sampson or even worse be around T-Boy.

I walked upstairs, all the while trying to think about something to
say to either of them. Dr. Lopez said that I should be avoiding T-Boy
because his may be 'a confused individual'. I just kept thinking about
what if he wanted to talk to me like he did before Sampson stopped
him. What was going to happen then?

I figured what my plan was. I wasn't going to be alone with either of
them. I wouldn't talk to Sampson without someone else in the room and I
wouldn't talk to T-Boy without Sampson in the room. That way Sampson would
stop T-Boy from wanting to talk to me alone and Sampson wouldn't get
uncomfortable being alone with me anymore.

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Two weeks passed and things were going smoothly.

"Can you pass the butter?" T-Boy asked me.

I gave it to him. T-Boy and I weren't exactly on speaking terms or
anything like that, but I got the idea that he definitely wasn't as mad at
me anymore. He was actually being really hospitable lately.

After I had passed the butter it was the usual early morning silence
with Ms. Nicole at the breakfast table and Sampson kind of standing over my
shoulder. He had healed up pretty well but him and T-Boy seemed to be
completely vexed at one another.

"Guess who I think I saw yesterday?" Ms. Nicole said, since she was
the usual one who ever talked.

I looked at T-Boy and saw him roll his eyes. Ms. Nicole was a very,
very predictable person. We all knew who the answer to the question.
Ms. Nicole would seriously walk around thinking that her favorite talk show
host in the world was walking around the streets of Bushwick. It had been
the 100th time Ms. Nicole seemed to be announcing to seeing the talk show
host.

"Who, ma?"

Sampson seemed like the only one who had patience for Ms. Nicole. His
tone sound interested, but I was sure even he knew who the answer was.

"Oprah!"

I looked at T-Boy. It was weird. He was staring right back at me and
then all of a sudden, I just felt silly. Along time ago, T-Boy and I could
just look at each other and know what the other one was thinking. It was
weird because even though we weren't speaking. I felt it.

T-Boy and I both started laughing hysterically, while finding a way to
hide our wide opened grins with napkins and the tablecloth. It was
weird. It was almost like we were having a moment...just like we used to
have...

"I'm serious," Ms. Nicole said and I had no doubt she was, "I was at
the Stop-N-Shop with Martha and Becky when and all of a sudden I saw
her. She was in the produce aisle."

"Did you approach her?" I asked, knowing what the answer would be.

"Of course not! I didn't go anywhere close. I mean...that's Oprah!"

I was finding it hard not to keep on laughing. This woman had issues.
I didn't know how she figured Oprah could be in Bushwick everyday and find
time to fly back to Chicago for her show. Ms. Nicole was so serious too.
She never had any clue that we were making fun of the shit she was
promoting.