1. Gemini Black #5
“She don’t even want to go for real,” I responded, looking at my sister.
“She does. She’s only saying no because you’re saying no. You’re making her feel unwanted Gemini,” Gianna was laying it on thick, speaking for Amina.
“Gianna stop! Stop speaking for me,” Amina hopped in. My sister laughed while throwing her hands up in surrender.
“Okay, so Mina, yes or no? Are you going to get on the road with him?” Gianna asked her.
“He doesn’t want me to go. Then, he’s being mean as hell. I can only imagine how he’s going to treat me while we’re on the road,” she went on, and all I could do was shake my head at that.
“Bruh, your ass been being mean to a nigga since I walked through the door. You half spoke to me because you’re still in your feelings about some shit that happened between us years ago.
I tried to make small talk with you, bringing up London, saying how I didn’t hear an accent, and you were dismissive as fuck.
You just told me fuck me five minutes ago.
Love, you’re the one that’s being mean. Fuck is you talking about?
” I asked, having no understanding of what she was trying to say.
“Okay. Okay. Can both of you just try to be nice to each other? I feel like that’s an easy fix,” Gianna went on to say, and after that, neither one of us said anything.
“Gemini, can she go?” Gianna asked it again after two minutes. Picking my hand up, I ran it through the waves that sat on top of my head.
“That’s up to her man,” was all I said.
I was doing this shit for my sister. Gianna never begged me for shit. She didn’t have to. My sister knew that I would give her the world. The fact that she wouldn’t let it go, and she kept begging for this, I knew that it meant a lot to her, so that’s why my mind was slowly changing.
“Gemini, it’s a yes or no question,” Gianna was firm, talking to me like she was my fuckin mama.
“That shit isn’t up to me. She gotta be the one to say yes or no. She’s making me out to be a stranger, so have her be the one to make the final call,” I spat.
“But it’s your truck. I’m coming into your space, so you have to say yes or no,” Amina turned to look at me.
“Ay man, if she want to go, she can go. I’m about to head out. I done fucked around, and got a fuckin migraine,” I voiced, standing up, about to dip, and get away from both of their asses.
“Amina, please say yes or no before he leaves,” my sister said. You could hear the aggravation in her voice. She was annoyed with us. Shit, I was annoyed with both of them.
“I don’t care,” was her final response. That was the closest we were going to get to a yes. She was petty as fuck.
Like this was the best news in the world for my sister, she jumped up and down, clasping her hands together. She went over to Amina, hugging her, and then she came over to me, wrapping her arms around me, while repeatedly kissing me on my cheek.
“You’re the best brother ever. I love you so much,” her short ass cooed to me, still having her arms wrapped around me.
“Yeah, aight. Watch out,” I tried to play tough and act like it didn’t faze me for my sister to show love to me.
Gianna eventually let go of me, and I turned to look at Amina.
“I’ll be back over here in two days. I’m punctual, so I’ll be outside for you at 7:00 A.M. on the dot.
If you not ready, I’m leaving without you love.
That’s how business works with me. Keep in mind that we’re going to be on the road for two months.
Make sure you pack everything you need. We’ll be crossing state lines.
Just because it’s summer here in Miami, doesn’t mean that it’s summer everywhere else.
I could have you in the sun one day, but in the freezing cold two days later,” I gave Amina the ropes, and she sat there, eyes on me, nodding her head.
“Pack accordingly,” was the last thing that I said to her and left it at that.
I let my sister know that I would probably slide back through later, and after that, I headed out.
I stepped back into my shoes that were sitting by the door and walked out. I made it over to my car, got inside, and instead of starting it up right away, and pulling out, I just simply sat here.
I thought about the bullshit that I just signed myself up for. In all my years of driving, I’ve never taken anyone on the road with me. I’ve entertained plenty of women, so plenty have asked to get on the road with me, but I would always turn it down. I never wanted to do it.
The road was the one thing that belonged to me. Call me selfish, but I didn’t want to share that shit with anyone else. How the fuck I allowed my sister to talk me into allowing Amina to be in my truck with me for the next two months was beyond me.
Amina had been getting on my nerves from the moment I opened my mouth to speak to her, and I’m quite sure she felt the same way about me.
Knowing this and knowing that we had two months ahead of us to be around each other, made me question how this was supposed to successfully happen.
This trip was getting ready to be interesting as hell.