Chapter 9 #2
I followed behind her fine ass like a sick puppy, keeping my eyes trained on that phat ass the entire time.
Jruelle knew she was the total package. She wasn’t the thickest thing I’d ever seen, but she damn sure was the baddest and had the perfect amount of every fucking thing that a nigga could want.
Once we were inside her bedroom, I closed the door behind me then laid across her bed.
“Shit still look the same in here.”
The only thing that was different was the comforter set for real.
Shit was still pastel green like it was when we were kids.
There were pictures of her, her sister, and their parents on one of the walls.
Her cheerleading pictures, some of her awards, and even a photo that we took when we were at the park one day were on another.
My heart skipped a beat seeing the bear I’d won for her at our school carnival day because I didn’t know she still had the shit.
She’d begged me to win something for her.
A nigga was good at hoops, so I won her the biggest bear they had there.
“You know how my mom is.” Jru chuckled. “She didn’t want to change anything when me and Geri moved out.”
“I fuck with it.” I smirked. “Makes the good ol’ days really feel like the good ol’ days.”
“Oh, how I wish I could go back to those times.” She sighed, plopping down on the bed next to me. “Those times truly were the best, but I’d definitely change some things.”
I nodded in agreement as I stared at her. “Yeah, I can fa show think of some shit I’d do differently.”
She glanced back at me, noticing the way I was looking at her and probably figuring out what I would have changed because she blushed and turned away quickly.
“What are you really here for, Adonis?”
“Wanted to see ya pretty ass face,” I smirked. “And I wanted to chill with you. That cool?”
“You’re here,” she smiled and got up from the bed, walking to her dresser to grab a bottle of medicine.
“What’s that?”
“Oh, just pain meds.” She shrugged. “I told you my cycle was on.”
“Ya cramps and shit that bad that you got a prescription for the shit?”
“Sometimes.”
“Aight what else comforts you during ya monthly?” I asked, pulling my phone from my pocket.
“What do you mean?”
“Like foods and shit. I know women be having comfort foods and shit like that.”
“Oh, no, I know my parents have stuff downstairs…”
“I didn’t ask you that, beautiful.” I lowered my phone to smile at her. “I’m hungry too, and since you don’t feel good, I won’t ask you to cook me anything. I’ll just order us both something, plus whatever snacks you might want later.”
“I don’t know what I want to eat.”
“Women.” I chuckled then began scrolling through the GoodEatz app naming the different restaurants they had to see if she’d choose any of them.
“Ou, what about Midnite Snack?”
“They not open yet.” Her shoulders slumped, pulling a laugh from me. “What you wanted from there, Jru?”
“Either the shrimp bowl or wings.”
“I named Seaside and Wingin’ It.”
“I don’t want either of those.”
“Aight, what about Lombardi’s? They got wings.”
“Oh, yes. I could do their buffalo wings.”
“Aight, that’s progress.” I said as I went to their menu. I was about to ask her how many wings she wanted but didn’t want to bother with her indecisiveness, so I ordered eighteen for her. That way she’d be able to put up what she didn’t want for later. “You want pizza too?”
She nodded. “Ultimate pepperoni with extra cheese.”
I nodded and added it to the cart then paid before asking what kind of snacks she fucked with. I remembered some of the shit from when we were younger, but I knew that my taste buds had changed since then, so I assumed hers had too.
After she ran her list down to me, I ordered our shit then she asked if I wanted to watch a movie.
I declined because I didn’t want to waste time with that shit, I wanted to talk to her and catch up on all the shit I’d missed out on over the last eight years.
She still turned on a movie after the food arrived, I guessed for background noise because I wasn’t paying the shit any attention.
“I want to go to a drive-in movie,” she randomly said. “Sorry, this scene reminded me that I wanted to go to the one in Olympus Peak.”
I glanced at the T.V. to see she was referring to the opening scene in Poetic Justice.
“I ain’t even know we had one of them shits.” I admitted. “Why didn’t you go?”
She shrugged, taking a bite of her ranch drenched wing.
“Derrick didn’t really prioritize dating,” she said, covering her mouth with her hand while she spoke. “He was always so busy…”
“Nigga’s pitiful.” I mumbled, shaking my head. “What about Geri? I know she would have went with you.”
“I know, but Derrick was… he just didn’t really like me doing things without him, so…”
“So what? That nigga wasn’t ya fuckin’ pops and you’re not a child. You can go out with ya fuckin’ sister.”
“He was always too worried about what I could be doing when he wasn’t around because he was a piece of shit.” She shook her head. “But I don’t have to worry about that now because I’m free of him.”
“And because you got me back in the picture.” I grinned before taking a bite of my pizza. “Nigga not gon’ fuck with you or say shit with me around.”
“How’s it been raising Apollo?” she asked switch gears on the conversation.
“Hard as fuck.” I confessed. “He a good ass kid, but at times I be thinkin’ I ain’t doin’ enough, or shit, that I may be doin’ too much.” I shook my head. “It just depends on the day to be real.”
“That’s understandable. Parenting doesn’t come with a handbook, and just like he’s young, you are too, Adonis. You’re learning as you teach him.”
“Yeah, I know.” I nodded. “So, where you goin’?” I pointed to the suit case that was still open over by the closet.
Her eyes followed my finger before she shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet. I’m just going to…. go for a little while?”
“Little while?” I frowned and repeated. “Yo’ ass owe me a date. Fuck you mean a while?”
“Not anything permanent, Adonis.” She giggled. “I just need some alone time to reset and refocus. I’ve spent so much time worrying about someone else and catering to them, I neglected myself in the process. I need a hard reset. Do some new things, meet some new people…”
“What new people? I hope not a nigga…”
“No crazy,” she laughed. “I’m not thinking about men right now.”
“Naw yo’ ass ain’t thinkin’ about them period. Fuck you mean?” I playfully spat. “You gon’ take ya lil’ vacation for however long, but when you come back it’s up with us. I don’ waited too fuckin’ long for this shit.”
“I can only offer you friendship, Adonis.”
“For now, that’s cool. I know you gotta heal from the bullshit that bitch ass nigga took you through. I respect that, but that ain’t gon’ stop me from tryin’. I let him be the reason I didn’t apply pressure for you long enough.”
She didn’t reply right away, but that was cool. I wasn’t tryna be another nigga in her life that controlled her movements, I just wanted my intentions to be known. I’d wanted her for too long to continue prolonging the inevitable. She was gon’ be mine sooner than later.
We chilled for a little while longer, finishing our food and that dumb ass movie she convinced me to watch before I decided it was time for me to go.
It felt good laying up with her in that small ass bed.
It felt right. Too fucking right. I wanted to allow her the space and time that she needed because whenever she touched back down in the city, I was pressing the gas full throttle.