by Khari D. Hawke
“Are you gon’ get that or do you want me to get it” Carlos said while still laying on top of me.
“Nah I’ll get it…I just need to get my robe.” I whispered back to him as he got up.
“Good cuz I gotta piss like a race horse.” He states as he walked into my bed room with me to use my bathroom.
Who ever the hell this was at the door was very persistent because they kept knocking and wouldn't just go away. As I approach the door, I look through the peep hole and it’s my nigga Terrell standing there lookin all pitiful and shit. I didn’t know what to do so I left him standing there and ran back to the bathroom and told Carlos that it was Terrell.
“What the fuck does that nigga want? Tell his ass to go away man.” Carlos said with an attitude.
“You just stay yo ass back here and don’t make a sound! Imma tell him that yo ass is gon’” I replied seriously.
As I threw on my robe house shoes I walked back up to the front of the house and headed to the door. As I opened the door Terrell just went hysterical on me.
“Man my car broke down and I been callin yo ass all this fuckin time! I just walked all the way over here to find out why the fuck you aint answerin me and I see this niggas car over here??!!” Terrell ranted
“Damn for real man…what’s wrong with your car?” I replied attempting to avoid his remarks about Carlos.
“Fuck the car nigga what the fuck is goin on that you can’t even answer my call when I needed you?” Terrell inquired.
“Aight nigga before you go tryna throw a fuckin guilt trip on me…I meant to ask yo ass about that little scene up there at shop nigga…explain that to me…or have you forgotten that you’re the one on the outside of the door?” I snapped back.
“What scene? Nigga first of all…Carlos is my cousin nigga aint no fuckin scenes! I was supposed to pick his ass up from his moms crib and we were goin to a game nigga!” he answered.
COUSINS? What the fuck have I done. You mean to tell me that these niggas possibly just played the fuck outta me? As I stand at the door with a blank stare of my face I don’t know what the fuck to say. I’m looking at Terrell in his eyes and had no response to give him.
“So now, I think you have some explaining to do! Why the fuck is my cousin at your house? Terrell repeated as he looked at me as if he had an edge up on me in the argument.
“Aight check this out man, First off I thought you were the one that just asked me if we were dating and I told you no! There shouldn’t be an issue if there was something goin on. Therefore I don’t owe you an explanation about a fuckin thing. But since you’re standing here quizzing me let me get yo face straight! I guess you were so fuckin wrapped up that you forgot that your cousin is in the military huh? I asked
“So, what the fuck does that have to do with anything?” He replied inquisitively
“Nigga then you must have forgotten that I am too! I am your cousins supervisor and I’m in here helping this nigga study for a test that he has to take in the morning!” I said lying my ass off.
Apparently it must have been working because his entire disposition changed and he began to look at me very confused.
“Damn man…you’re right…I forgot that yo ass was in! Fuck my badd man. But wait a minute…that still doesn’t explain why you didn’t answer my calls!!!” he said.
“Man look…my phone is in my room on the charger and aint no way I would have heard that shit…matter of fact, hold on let me go get it.” I said to validate my answer.
“Where is he at now?” He asked looking through the door into the house.
“Nigga you are trippin man…he is in the bathroom takin a shit nigga you wanna go look at him?” I asked trying to smooth things over.
“Well why you aint invited me in yet? I aint ever stood on your porch this long! Nigga just fuck it…I’m gone. Too much shit just aint addin up!
So I just stopped and turned to face him again and said, “Well fuck it then, cuz yo ass it trippin nigga! This is crazy! You’re the one actin like we go together or some shit! Yo cousin don’t know shit about me like that, but if he can hear, I guess he does now! Thank you for putting our shit out there nigga! I guess he already knows about u too huh? I said.
“Man I don’t even care man. No he don’t know shit about me but none of that mattered. You was my nigga regardless.” He said
And again I just sat there with a blank stare on my face as he turned to walk away.
“Nigga where are you goin? How are you getting there? You need a ride somewhere? I asked
“Nah man, I’m good, I need to walk and think about some shit! He said as he walked away.
So I closed my door and walked back to my bedroom and Carlos was sitting on the edge of my bed fully clothed. He looked up at me and looked me in my eyes and said,
“What was that all about?
“Man, I don’t know it’s kinda hard to explain!” I replied back.
“It’s cool, I aint trippin man. As long as you think you can handle me then I aint goin no where. I am bout to go pick up my cousin tho…and I aint know yall had some shit goin on either but Im cool though…that was before me.” Carlos said in a real cool tone.
As he stood up to leave he hugged me really tight and then kissed me closed lipped and passionately and said, “I’ll be back.”
“Aight man, I’ll be here.” I replied
After he left I just sat down and tried to figure out what the fuck I was gonna do. I mean, Terrell is my barber and my lover friend that I like to play with. On the other hand Carlos just blew me away and I liked every minute of it. He’s also my co-worker and I’m lovin his luvin! That nigga just fucked me physically, mentally and emotionally and then walked out with all three to pick up Terrell. I wonder what they are talking about. I wonder if they knew what was up the whole time! Was this shit planned and I was just the victim of some “Talk Show Shit?”
“I’m just so fuckin confused I don’t know what to do.” I thought to myself as I walked into the bathroom and started the shower. At a moment when I’m supposed to be resting and relaxing in the arms of the smooth operator I’m home alone with nobody, stuck taking a shower alone and going to bed alone. Just before I got in the shower my phone rang.
“Yo, tell me why that niggas car aint even broke down man.” Carlos said on the other end.
“What???” “What you talking bout?” I asked.
“I just called that nigga to ask him where he was at and he already over this girls house.” Carlos stated.
Hmmm. I think this is some crazy shit. I thought.
“So what are you about to do? Are you on your way back?” I asked
“Nah I think imma go ahead and go back to base. I’ll get at you tomorrow.” He replied.
“Nigga don’t tell me you’re trippin on me too.” I said.
“Nah boss it aint even like that, imma holla at you tomorrow though aight.” Carlos said.
“Aight man.” I said as I hung up the phone pissed off.
What the fuck is going on! Now it really feel played! Why the fuck am I about to lay down alone tonight? This night is crazy. I thought to myself as I got in the shower and washed up and got ready for bed. As I laid pulled my covers back there was another knock at the door.
“Fuck it I aint answering the door no more tonight” I thought to myself as I headed towards the door. By now I’m just so done with the whole situation that I don’t even ask who it is. I just opened the door and Terrell was standing there with a smile on his face.
“What the fuck are you smiling at nigga?” I asked
“Nigga calm that shit down and invite me in. I wanna talk to you!” He said as he let himself in. As I closed the door and turned to head back into the living room, Terrell was standing right in front of me. We locked eyes and began tonguing each other profusely. As we are caught up in the heat of the moment, clothing begins to fall off of the both of us. As we took a break to take our shirts off and moved back in to kiss, he looked me in my eyes again and said, “Come on nigga…take me to the room!”
What the hell did I get myself into?
STAY TUNED!!!!
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