Chapter 20 SYMPHONY
SYMPHONY
The cool breeze wrapped around me as I sat on my balcony that overlooked Cove City. The city that seemed so beautiful from this perspective, but was dark beneath the sky. I scrolled through my phone, switching out the music as I took peeks behind me at the sliding doors, watching Mison sleep.
On my way home, I saw him staggering down the street before he hit the ground.
What were the odds I had run into him again?
It had taken me almost twenty minutes to get his dead-weighted self into my car, but I did.
I had tried asking where he lived, but he was out of it, so I brought him here.
Was I crazy for helping him, not knowing what would happen if he woke up?
Maybe, but I didn’t want to leave him on the side of the street, and the next morning, I saw headlines that they found someone dead or injured, and it was him.
I stood up from my chair and walked inside to see him waking up. I became slightly nervous as his eyes fluttered open to see me standing there.
“Fuck. It feels like a nigga been hit by a Mack truck,” he groaned.
My lips disappeared between my teeth as I watched Mison.
This man was fine as hell. He was a little rough around the edges, but still handsome.
Tall as hell, light skin, full lips, thick athletic build with not too many tattoos from what I could see.
He screamed D-1. In school, he was scrawny, quiet, but still nice to look at.
I had never seen him talk to any girls in school.
I didn’t know if it was because he was shy or everyone stayed clear because something seemed off.
Everyone knew that his father was a drunk, and that was only because he had come to the school so many times showing his ass.
After graduation, it was like Mison had gone ghost. I knew it was probably because of his father. However, now, he was out there, and with time and age, it did him justice.
Mison frowned as he finally realized I was standing there. “Oh shit, Symphony?” he called out.
I nodded as I went to sit beside him. “Are you okay? Are you thirsty?” I asked.
He sat up as he placed his palm to his head. “I’m cool. How did I get here?”
I pulled a small piece of hair behind my ear as I leaned forward. “Well, on my way home, I saw you passed out. So, I helped. I tried asking you for your address, but you were too out of it. Somebody had fun at the party. Well, until your friends started fighting.”
He smiled before a slight laugh fell from his lips, “Fighting, huh? Sounds about right,” he mumbled.
“Niggas always want to fight.” I laughed.
He nodded slowly as he turned to gaze at me. The way the sun kissed his light skin made me blush. “Thank you, for real,” he mumbled.
A grin eased on my face, “You’re welcome.”
Mison and I sat there for what felt like an hour without saying anything. I didn’t know what to say, so instead I was quiet. He stood from the couch. “Uh, a nigga needs to leave, but thank you again, Symph. I appreciate it. I owe you one,” he winked before he walked out the door.
As soon as he left, I snatched the pillow and fell back, giggling to myself. I don’t know what it was, but Mison in my space made me feel like a schoolgirl. I just hoped he paid what he owed.