“Teaching me that time isn’t to be wasted. Stop wasting your time. I’ll be back by breakfast or lunch,” Big Mama said opening the door exposing Deacon Morris. “Maybe by dinner.”
Nyna and DJ watched as she handed him her overnight bag and followed him down the steps.
“How long has that been going on?” Nyna asked.
“I’m guessing for a while. I typically leave here around ten and check back in with her late Monday,” DJ spoke amusement in her voice.
Nyna looked at the clock on the wall. “Well it’s six you can go. Let’s not and tell her we did.”
DJ laughed and stood up. “Get your shoes.”
“Where we going?” Nyna asked.
“You don’t wanna ride with me no more?” DJ countered making Nyna bite her lip. “Doing all the fronting yesterday like you didn’t like when I spun the block. I remember the first time you got in my shit. Thighs out acting like you didn’t need a ride home.”
“I didn’t,” Nyna replied. “I was going to get home the same way I got there.”
“In them short ass shorts? Had them niggas on the block plotting on your ass and I wasn’t fuckin’ having it.”
Nyna rolled her eyes. “And in your car I was so safe. You hit eighty on Husten.”
DJ grinned. “I was flexing. Showing them niggas I had you and that was that. Marked your ass right on up. Let me do it again.”
Nyna rolled her eyes. “I’m going to sleep.”
“Sleep later. Grab your shoes.”
This time Nyna bit her bottom lip and retrieved her shoes. “Could we not do eighty down Husten?”
“I was thinking one-forty-five on the 701.”
“Not with me in the car. Ninety or I’m taking my ass to bed. This time difference has me fucked up.”
“You taking your ass to Lavendale after putting it on my face had me fucked up but I wasn’t complaining,” he stated making her throw a throw pillow at him. He laughed. “Aight, aight. Come on.”
Nyna followed him out of the house and watched as he secured the house. Him and Big Mama were really locked in and she loved it. She wouldn’t say it, at least not right now. Back in her seat as passenger princess she crossed her legs and looked out the window. She was taking it all in, listening to El Jefe’s new female artist play in the background and occasionally looking over at DJ.
“You know you can say you missed me,” he spoke pulling off the freeway toward Jupiter Beach.
“Jupiter Beach? What are we going to do hang out in the parking lot and pass the bottle?” Nyna sassed.
“Nah that shit is a no go now. Might be my fault too,” DJ stated pulling into the empty parking lot.
Nyna turned and squinted at him. “You shot it up didn’t you?”
“I was on the hunt for a few months, Nyna. I didn’t have no one to talk sense into me. My guide was across the country taking pictures on the field and shit.”
“You know that’s not how that started. Like the man didn’t slide in my DM’s or nothing like that. I was at a management firm. I was a paper pusher with a degree. I thought that if I could finesse niggas out their cars I could make the firm see me as an asset. I ended up getting hustled. It wasn’t a visible fuck you.”
“I know,” DJ shared. “I know you and your heart. And the shit we were going through. I wasn’t the easiest to deal with. I got distant thinking I could fix everything myself and then one day I woke up and I was alone.”
“That shit sucks.”
“It does. I really missed you, Nyna. Not just because we were almost something but because you were my friend and you knew me. You covered me and then life changed.”
“I missed you, too. Every day,” Nyna shared looking down at her hands. “I almost told him no…when he asked me…to be his wife.”
“You knew this right here was forever,” DJ stated pointing his finger between the two of them. “I’ve been upset with myself for a long time. I should’ve told you I loved you then, kept your ass at home.”
