Here we go with Day 2 of the #12DaysofaShortShort Challenge. Wait…before you read, make sure you’re caught up from yesterday. Check out Day 1 here.
The Season for Living: Part II
His two-way radio goes off in the background and I hear muffled sounds of “2-11” and then another man’s voice answers the call. I should have been able to hear the full message seeing the silence I was pouring through the phone.
Jealously has never been my strong suit, especially not in my friendships. I’m okay with sharing friends as long as their friend understand that I’m the top friend. Better than a bestie or BFF, I’m the ride or run chick. I ain’t dying for anyone and my real friends wouldn’t want me to either.
“Hello,” he broke our silence.
I lie. “My bad, I got caught in the upcoming season 8 Game of Thrones trailer.” This was a great lie seeing that he knows my utter passion for my khaleesi Daenerys.
I tried to fight against the jealousy. “So, when did you and Rachelle start talking back?” My eyes rolls waiting on the date.
“What!? I don’t talk to her no more. She’s a thot.”
I know, right!? We’ll if it wasn’t her then who.
“Who are you talking about then?”
He chuckled a little. “It’s someone I’ve known for a long time. She’s been under my nose the whole time.”
“Really!?” My mind went blank. I looked to the sky outside for help with my memory. Soft white clouds made their way over my duplex as I raced through my mind about our friends.
We’ve known Mandy since freshman year in college. She’s cool, but she’s not his type. She’s the type that when you walk into a room you know she is there not by her style or grace but by her big mouth.
Angie is cute. She’s on the short side but his 6-foot 3-inch self hasn’t discriminated against that before. She’s smart too, books smart at least. Street smart not so much. I’ll never forget that one time she was in the city, the wrong part of the city where I told her to take her purse inside and not just her wallet and she called me a racist for making accusations about the areas. I told her I’m not racist I just know my people and the area. Of course we when come back from the club, not only was her car broken into but the trunk was up and the rear tires were gone. But she’s cute.
“Yeah,” he continued. “I told you don’t judge me.”
I was far from judging him, I just wanted answers.
“I’m not judging you man. I’m glad you’ve finally found love. Is it someone I know?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
It’s definitely Angie.
“Well, does she know yet?” I’m not sure when’s the last time he saw her but it’s been a few weeks since we had our Friday Night out at Shabazz’s, the local jazz spot.
“Naw, because I wonder if she feels the same way too. You know I don’t like looking dumb.” Typical guy answer but it’s understandable. I wouldn’t want to put my heart out there before I knew that the feel was close to mutual. I remember that one time I did put myself out there. It was to Cameron “My Ego is bigger than my penis” Michaels.
To be continued…tomorrow.