By: Gena
Days had passed since I returned to school from winter break. Multiple college crush dreams were killed–cuffing season was in full affect— everybody needed a boo in this kind of weather.
I turned my attention home. Outgoing text to him. “Heyy.” I just knew he’d be super eager and respond immediately. Two hours passed–nothing. “I guess I fucked it up. Should’ve been less judgmental,” I thought.
I sent a text to my best friend. “Hey bishhh, wyd?”
All of a sudden, I got an incoming call. It was him! I smiled in relief. In the sexiest, most unbothered, slightly desperate voice possible, I said, “Hello…” In a deep sensual voice, he answered, “How u doin’?” We talked that night for hours.
I couldn’t figure out whether or not I was falling for the fact that I had someone to talk to every night, cuddled on my bed, with the door closed just to piss my roommates off — OR– if I started to like this guy. I see how my best friend got those interpreter skills up. He’d talk fast as shit in incomplete sentences that sounded like one word but I understood him, verbatim.
We started talking about future plans, like having a date during spring break. “Whereefvah you wan go, we can go,” he said. I got fancy and requested Ruth Chris. It’s been 1 month of texting all day and talking all night. He asked the awkward question, “How u feel bout me?” I tapped into my inner savage, “What you meannn?”
“You know. Stop playin, ” he said.
“We cool. You’re cool.”
“Das it?” he asked in a peculiar high pitched tone– much different than his normal accent. “I’m taking things slow– don’t want to mess things up,” I said. 2 seconds later I added, “like last time.” DAMNNNNNN, why did I just lie like that…Now I owe this nigga a sob story. “Wah happened?” he asked. Shit! Ummmm think, girl think…. then suddenly, I took a page from my best friend’s book. “I mean– it’s a long story,” I said. “Like, I hate talking about it.” I secretly hoped, he would give it up, but he didn’t. “I’m listening’, he said. FUCK, I thought.
So my ex Tony and I went together in high school. That was my boo. We moved fast. After talking for a month, he asked me to be his girlfriend. After that, he basically started living with me. My sister and friend from school kinda knew, but not my mom. My room was in the basement. Tony and I were cool. I was with him every single day. Suddenly I got quiet…like WTF happened to my best friend again.Nothing but silence dampened the phone conversation. “Wha happen,” he asked. As I tried to flicker my memory about my friend, I said, “It was so long, ago, I forgot. But basically, he ended up cheating on me. My cousin saw him and a girl at the park, kissing. I was devastated. Supposedly, he had also gotten her pregnant and was about to have a child!” I AMPEDD IT! He gasped, “Damn man. That’s mess up. Wha u do?”
“I broke up with him and threw his stuff out. Then I started getting sick. My mom bought a pregnancy test and it was positive. I had to tell him, I was pregnant. I called and asked him to come over. He wanted me to keep it. I told him no. He left and we never spoke again.”
“WOWWWW,” he said in that high pitched peculiar voice again. I will never make you feel like dat.”
“I know but it was so recent, that I need time to heal, ya know,” I said. I was sooo relieved! CRISIS aborted.
“I feel u… what happened to the baby?” he said.
“Huh?, I asked. What baby?”
He said, ” you just tol me u wur pregnant… wha happened?”
“OHHHHHHH, that baby,” I said. “The baby died.”
“Damn,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“If I gave you a baby, you wud keep it,” he said.
I chuckled. “Ummm no,” I said.
“Why not?” he asked. “One, we just met. Two, I need a ring. Three, I’m definitely not having sex until I get married!” I gasped, immediately! FUCK— WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT ! Ugh I hope he doesn’t notice.
The phone got silent. I felt completely stupid. I cleared my throat. I hear him breathing. I responded, “so yea…” Out of nowhere, he simply asked, “Will you marry me?” …………………….
Nice dinner at Ruth Chris….Trips to Africa…. Daily text messages and phone conversations…. bomb ass gifts like my best friend… DEAD!
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