This is a little surprise I had for a girl on another board. It's not really a story. More like a little entertainment post, but I guess this could be a short story. Since I have so many that I should be adding to! Lol
I sat on the bed as my memories of being in love and swept away on my feet disappeared. I was truly infatuated with the thought of being married with children and a little doggy to complete the situation. It's been my dream since I was a small child. Now I am grown—23 years grown to be exact. And I was happy to say that all of my fantasies were falling into place as I looked over at him. He was my absolute everything. I loved him with every ounce of blood in my body. And no one was going to stand in the way of it. Not even that so-called girl of his. I admired his shirtless body as he got up and walked away. I followed him into the kitchen. My apartment was the quietest. I spent most of my free time listening to music or just on the computer enjoying my social media. I had a selection of friends that I truly called my family. I just wasn't the popular type in school. I kept to myself because no one understood me. I was judged horribly for my awkwardness. I brushed my high school horrors off and eyed him as he rummaged my cabinets for snacks. I grew tired of his high ass at times. But that was my baby.
"Really Michael? This is my third time having to replace food you ate up," I spat, shaking my head.
He rolled his eyes and ignored me and continued destroying s*** as he continued his search. I now sighed heavily. He went on for a couple more minutes into he found a bag of Doritos, rice krispies, and a snickers.
"Those are my snacks! Not yours! You don't help me buy s*** around here. Do I look like Kayote or whateva her name is to you?" I questioned, above a whisper.
He quickly turned around giving me a death stare, "You talking about Kamryn? I told you that the b*tch is obsessed with me. She has a big imagination! That's all. And Rocky don't f*cking start. Why you tripping anyway? You the one having my baby!"
I now smiled a little and rubbed my developing belly. I felt so silly and stupid. He was absolutely right. She couldn't compare to me. I must admit that the girl had an active imagination for real. I'm so glad I have him and not her. But I admit she was starting to get on my nerves with all of these allegations she decided to post all over the web.
"I know baby. But sometimes I get so jealous! But you so right love!" I smiled calmly.
He shook his head as I heard the doorbell ring. "I'll be right back."
I walked into the living room swiftly and opened the door to see my best friend, Drea standing right in front of me, "B*tch you gon' stare or let me in?" I opened the door wider as Drea barged into the apartment. I haven't heard from her in a month or so! So I was a little taken aback by her visit.
"Drea, I haven't seen you in a month!" I exclaimed, stating the obvious.
She popped her gum, "I know! That's why I'm here. You ain't been really answering your damn phone. Conveniently you at home now. What the f*ck been happening with you? Why you so distant?"
I contemplated on whether or not I should tell her about my complicated relationship with Michael. Oh and the fact that I'm a month pregnant. She knows nothing of this information. I knew she would probably break my neck, but she needed to know. So I stared at her and sat on the couch. She sat across from me awaiting an answer.
"Well, love has being keeping me occupied. So... Yeah," I informed, clutching my hands.
She raised her eyebrow, "What do you mean by that?"
"I met this great guy over the summer a few years back. We caught up again this year. And we're in love. His name is Michael," I retorted excitedly.
She continued staring at me. She had no words to say. So I continued, "He's in the kitchen if you wanna meet him."
She rose up, "Hell yeah. I need to see who this nigga is. He got you neglecting your family and sh*t."
I giggled a little and waited at the door as she walked into the kitchen. I played with my fingers. I silently prayed that she liked him and he liked her. I couldn't have two important people in my life not getting along. I just wanted him to be perceived well. I felt bad though because I was still keeping the most important detail away from her.
"Umm... Rocky!" She interjected loudly.
"Yes?" I answered, several steps away from the door.
"Ain't nobody in this kitchen," She stated, causing me to get up.
I got up and saw that she was right. The kitchen was empty. Michael must've left out the back door. Why the f*ck he didn't tell me he was leaving? I swear. He got me looking like a dumb ass. "He just left out the back door... But didn't tell me! The nerve of his ass!" I exclaimed, while shaking my head. Drea just looked at me, "Uh huh. Well maybe next time."
I nodded and sat on the counter and texted Michael: You could've told me you were leaving jerk :P I waited for his response as Drea raided my fridge for food. Minutes later I received a text back: Who's this? I laughed. So he wanted to roleplay or play dumb today. Either that or that weed was f***ing with his brain. I texted back: The love of your life :) I watched as Drea found food and made a sandwich. She then walked back into the living room.
I continued sitting on the counter as my phone vibrated loudly with a text: Cassi... You changed ur number again? What's up.I looked at the text message over and over. What the f*ck? He really wanna play I see. I'm going to show him. I responded rapidly: Cassi? No nigga. It's Rocky. WTF? U wanna play huh? He replied: Rocky? Idk a Rocky. Wait. U da same girl dats been txtn n callin my phone all this month! U hv da wrong #
My blood started boiling then: Michael. Stop playing nigga. A few minutes he replied: My name is Dave. Idk who tf Michael is. I tld u dat all dis month. Nw I'm nt an assh*le bt u pissn me off & I'm about 2 block u. That made me call him. He answered on the third ring, "Hello?"
"Michael? Why you playing?" I inquired with anger.
I listened as his voice was no longer his. He sounded white almost, "Look man. My name is f*cking David Bradley Myers. I told you this! I thought I blocked you, but I will now. I am not Michael. I don't even know who that is. I only know one Michael and he's dead. R.I.P. MJ. Please stop texting my phone!"
I listened carefully to his voice and he was indeed another person. This wasn't Michael. I felt embarrassed, "I'm sorry. Damn."
"Whatever!" The white man yelled and then hung up. I sighed and walked into the living room and sat next to Drea. Today was definitely a surprise for me.
I could've wrote more, but I was sleepy! Lol.