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“I’m just trying to understand why you mad at that man for wanting to fuck his girlfriend?”
“I’m not mad. I just don’t want to.”
“Knowing damn well you not on your period.” I shrugged.
“What I’m supposed to do? Tell him I don’t wanna fuck because I miss another nigga? It was the only thing I could think of that would work.”
“You want something to drink?”
“Hell, yeah!”
“I got water and pop. Which one you want?”
“Something stronger.” This hoe wasn’t reading the room.
“Bitch, it’s eleven in the morning.” She looked shocked, but I didn’t care.
“It’s five o’clock somewhere. Pour me up.” I laughed and closed my eyes. Taffy walked back over and tapped me. I looked up, and she was handing me a bottle of water.
“Drink that.” Sitting up, I grabbed it from her, opened it, and downed it.
“See, this why I don’t come over here with my problems.”
“Bitch, you here every time you have a problem.”
“Clearly, I need to stop,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“You gone keep beating around the bush, or are you going to tell me what happened with Anton?”
“Nothing. I told him I had to go home. The nigga dropped me off and left. Ain’t heard from him since.” She nodded before responding.
“Well, what was he supposed to do?” I looked at her like she lost her mind.
“What you mean?”
“You told him you was going home to another nigga. I’m confused on why you’re acting like he did you dirty. You been laid up with him for weeks. Acting like the perfect family, and then you snatched the shit from under him. Let him process it, damn!” I wanted him to care enough to stop me, without making me feel fucked up for going. I was only trying to do the right thing, without losing everything. Apparently, that was too much to ask.
“He didn’t try. That’s the point.”
“I told you this was going to happen, Bubbles.” I looked at her and rolled my eyes so hard they damn near got stuck.
“You ain’t tell me shit!” I know that was a lie because she did. Don’t mean I want to hear it.
“Yes, the fuck I did!”
“OH MY GOD!” I threw the throw off me, ready to leave from over here as well.
“You came over here crying, but I’m trying to figure out what you thought was going to happen.”
“I thought my best friend was going to let me cry. The fuck!”
“Oh, you can cry, but I’m still going to tell you when you’re wrong. Being a good friend doesn’t mean I have to agree with you all the time. I love you, but you’re wrong in this.”
“Can you at least wait until I’m done crying to tell me all of that?”
“Nope. Because you ain’t gone listen when you done either.” We both laughed. That was damn sure the truth. We sat there for a while in silence when I started crying again.
“I just wish I hadn’t-…” I stopped what I was about to say when Taffy looked at me.
