Page 287 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

“Nah, you get the fuck out,

“Who the hell even are you?!”

Celie’s eyes bulge, offended,

broom still cocked.

“WHO AM I?

“Bitch, who the fuck are YOU?!”

She’s gripping the other end,

wild-eyed, teeth bared.

Celie and Andrew,

locked in a tug-of-war over my broom.

Meanwhile, I’m flat on my back,

staring up at the ceiling—Please, kill each other so I can go back to sleep.

He grits his teeth, yanks it back.

“If you’d stop tryna kill me⁠—”

“Nah, explain that shit WHILE I’m killin’ you.”

I slam both fists down into the mattress.

“Both of you SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

Neither budges.

It’s like I’m not even here.

Andrew growls, muscles flexing.

“Give me the broom.”

“You give me the⁠—”

As he jerks it back,

the sheet slides down his hip,

and Celie’s eyes dip.

She freezes.

She blinks.

Then all that rage melts right off her face into a smirk. “Mhm. Okay. You must be Six-Point-Five.”

The room falls quiet.

Andrew cocks his head.