“You sleep?” Brooklyn rolled over on his side with his mouth damn near touching my ear.
“No. I haven’t been able to sleep.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you sound like a berilla when you sleep.” His head popped up, causing me to laugh.
“The hell is a berilla?”
“A bear mixed with a gorilla. I’m sorry but how can anyone sleep with you snoring like that? Ol’ girl must’ve had some ear plugs or your dick gotta be immaculate for her to ignore such terror.”
“Oooh wow. This is the thanks I get for coming to your rescue?”
“And Zoo came to your rescue when he backed you up.”
“Nah, see now I'm ‘bout to go. You out for blood at four in the morning. Bet I’ll ignore that text the next time. ‘Brooklyn, my future baby daddy, I need you. Hurry. Please help me. Save me... Saaave meee...’” Now it was my turn to look at him crazy.
“I did not sound like that.”
“That’s exactly what I heard through text. Now lay yo’ ass back down and talk to me with some sense. How you end up with a nigga like him? He doesn’t even seem like your type.”
“What’s my type?”
“Me.” Casually, he shrugged his shoulders as if what he said was enough to satisfy me.
“If you say so.”
“I’m not?” Brooklyn questioned. We were now both sitting up with our backs against the couch.
“You are but we aren’t talking about that right now. We are talking about Teddy.”
“Fuck that, I would rather hear you talk about how I’m your type. He’s old news, I’m front page.”
“We can wait on that talk after I learn who you really are. You could be a bear in a fine-ass gorilla body.”
“Get the fuck outta here.” Brooklyn laughed out. “You think I'm fine, though?”
“Just a little bit.”
“A little bit is enough to get you knocked-up and married.”
“Brianna Kincade, ain’t no way you about to play this damn song again.” PJ and Mimi had been here with me all morning. We called ourselves helping Mimi with her wedding plans by going through magazines and creating a vision board. We all had our personal boards being created for ourselves but when I realized my shit would never come true, I tossed that shit to the wolves and turned my radio up.
Judging by the way PJ just cut my shit off like it was some six-month-old box braids, she was no longer feeling my mood. “I was listening to that.” I stomped my way back over to my phone to turn my music right back on. My emotions were all over the place, and today wasn’t the day to ignore them.
“Yea, we know. We heard the same song over and over again. You want to talk about it?”
“I’m fine.” At the same time I said that, tears were already starting to form. I was hurt and there was no way around it.
“Aww, pooh. Come here.” PJ wrapped her arms around me, pulling me tight into her embrace. As if her compassion was the detonator to my emotions, I let them all out. “Baaaby, you can’t hold your feelings in like this again. Brooklyn is not Teddy.”
I gently removed myself from her arms and wiped my tears away. “So why is he acting like him then, huh? ‘Cause right now they seem like twin fuck boys to me. Uggh!” I growled and stomped my way back over to the mirror I was just singing to myself in. “I just hate that I feel like this. I hate that he got me feeling like this. I hate that I love him, and it’s too soon to evengive a fuck about him, but here I am, singing sad love songs and stuck in my feelings like a big nigga in a small-ass wife beater.”
The way she laughed had me laughing at my own damn self. “You know what I’m saying, girl. We wasn’t even supposed to be at this point because I was just getting Teddy dumb ass out of my head ‘cause that nigga been out of my heart. Brooklyn wasn’t supposed to be here. How did I allow myself to get in a situation like this? I should have just kept to myself, let you and Mimi be hoes, and I just give myself some self-loving and some self-nuts, you know what I mean?”
“Bitch! First of all, I can’t believe Brianna Bronx Kincade said she loves Brooklyn.” PJ beamed. “I’m here for that, for real, boo. Just know that you are exactly where you are supposed to be. Shit happens for a reason. Now we don’t know what Teddy’s cracked-out reason was, but we are dealing with this shit one day at a time. All of us were affected by him in some kind of way. I know what Brooklyn said, hurt, but I promise you he’s over there fighting the air right now because he wishes he could take those words back. Even if he meant what he said, he could have worded that shit better and not made this about you. You don’t have control over Teddy, and Brooklyn knows that. He’s just overly emotional because he knows that bullet was meant for him and my dumb-ass man wanted to be Captain Smith Save-A-Nigga and got hit.”
“You are stupid for that.” I chuckled and finished wiping the dried-up tears off my face. “I just want us to be back to us. Even after this shit is over, how do you come back from saying something hurtful like that?”
