since you drove a nigga crazy,” I responded as my vision converted blurrier.
“I apologized about that, do you have to throw it back in my face?”
“I don’t see why not! You been doing the same thing to me for the past year, giving you a taste of your own medicine,” I said taking a swig of the vodka laid on the love seat.
“Okay maybe I deserve that,” Nico resisted turning his back towards me and sniffing. The thermostat in our loft was literally on hell, so it wasn’t possible for him to be cold.
“Babe is everything alright,” I asked.
“Yeah, everything is good,” he sniffed again walking away from me. I jumped up & sensed the world flipping sideways as I fell back on the couch.
“Abdul, get up. I hate it when you drink,” he yelled running towards me.
“I’m okay, but what are you keeping from me?”
“Nothing, I am not hiding anything,” he lied and I pursed my lips in the air gaining an award winning smirk from him. “Stop it, you always look sexy when you point your lips, you look like the trade,” he said.
“I am! So are you going to tell me what’s going on? If there’s a person who knows you, it would be me besides your snooping ass mother.”
“Excuse me, my mother would not appreciate the slander,” he laughed.
“Okay, so tell me what’s going on,” I said while pulling his featherweight body into mine.
“I went through my voicemail while you were gone…”
“And…”
“A doctor left an urgent message stating I need to meet with her Monday morning. What would she need to speak to me about if I don’t even know who she is?”
“Baby, let’s not let the doctors get ahead you.” “Huh? Don’t let the doctors get ahead of me?”
“Shit, I mean don’t get ahead of yourself! You know what I meant,” I said confusedly.
“Obviously, I didn’t. You are drunk and talking
gibberish,” he said.
“I mean, what do you think it could be?”
“Obviously, one of my past sexual partners may have something.”
“Well, I doubt if you have anything. I don’t,” I insisted.
“Me neither, but if I do… I will kill myself”, he erupted with a volcanic burst of tears streaming down his face. I held him tightly on the love seat, melting my body into his.
“Doctor, Doctor Tell Me Will I Die! Featuring Nico”
It has been three days since I listened to the voicemail, and I am happy Abdul took the day off to support me at the hospital. The burly receptionists laughed amongst themselves like ‘the three little pigs’ from my favorite bedtime story. I been here since ten forty a.m, it is now 11:30, and I’m clueless where the hell the doctor is!
“Babe, relax,” he whispered placing his right hand on my knee.
“Where the hell is Dr. Moore? She got me so nervous in here,” I said.
“Baby, I know. I want you to stop thinking about it,” he said rubbing my hand to kiss it. The old white lady sitting across from us stared distastefully; I thought a laser would escape from her eyes & melt my face off.
“Let’s not give the old bitty a free show.” I fixed my fuchsia colored cardigan and winked my eye at her. Her wrinkly skin began to crack red, and her face bloated with disgust. Abdul reached for my ear with his bare pink lips, and sucked on my lobe.
“Boy stop, I can’t stand old hags—,” I paused after while he gave me a side eye.
“I just need you to relax,” he said.
“I am relaxed! I’m just trying to figure out what could I possibly be here for,” I pouted while we engaged in ten seconds of ‘who can stare the longest’. His eyes told a story of promise, convincing me things could possibly be alright no matter what the circumstances are.
“I doubt if anything is serious,” he smized with those big brown eyes I absolutely adored. So easy to grow sucked into his charm, but it wasn’t enough at times!
“What if it is H.I.V? How odd is the possibility if the only person I have sex with is you.”
“Well, sex isn’t the only way to retrieve H.I.V! There are
“I apologized about that, do you have to throw it back in my face?”
“I don’t see why not! You been doing the same thing to me for the past year, giving you a taste of your own medicine,” I said taking a swig of the vodka laid on the love seat.
“Okay maybe I deserve that,” Nico resisted turning his back towards me and sniffing. The thermostat in our loft was literally on hell, so it wasn’t possible for him to be cold.
“Babe is everything alright,” I asked.
“Yeah, everything is good,” he sniffed again walking away from me. I jumped up & sensed the world flipping sideways as I fell back on the couch.
“Abdul, get up. I hate it when you drink,” he yelled running towards me.
“I’m okay, but what are you keeping from me?”
“Nothing, I am not hiding anything,” he lied and I pursed my lips in the air gaining an award winning smirk from him. “Stop it, you always look sexy when you point your lips, you look like the trade,” he said.
“I am! So are you going to tell me what’s going on? If there’s a person who knows you, it would be me besides your snooping ass mother.”
“Excuse me, my mother would not appreciate the slander,” he laughed.
“Okay, so tell me what’s going on,” I said while pulling his featherweight body into mine.
“I went through my voicemail while you were gone…”
“And…”
“A doctor left an urgent message stating I need to meet with her Monday morning. What would she need to speak to me about if I don’t even know who she is?”
“Baby, let’s not let the doctors get ahead you.” “Huh? Don’t let the doctors get ahead of me?”
“Shit, I mean don’t get ahead of yourself! You know what I meant,” I said confusedly.
“Obviously, I didn’t. You are drunk and talking
gibberish,” he said.
“I mean, what do you think it could be?”
“Obviously, one of my past sexual partners may have something.”
“Well, I doubt if you have anything. I don’t,” I insisted.
“Me neither, but if I do… I will kill myself”, he erupted with a volcanic burst of tears streaming down his face. I held him tightly on the love seat, melting my body into his.
“Doctor, Doctor Tell Me Will I Die! Featuring Nico”
It has been three days since I listened to the voicemail, and I am happy Abdul took the day off to support me at the hospital. The burly receptionists laughed amongst themselves like ‘the three little pigs’ from my favorite bedtime story. I been here since ten forty a.m, it is now 11:30, and I’m clueless where the hell the doctor is!
“Babe, relax,” he whispered placing his right hand on my knee.
“Where the hell is Dr. Moore? She got me so nervous in here,” I said.
“Baby, I know. I want you to stop thinking about it,” he said rubbing my hand to kiss it. The old white lady sitting across from us stared distastefully; I thought a laser would escape from her eyes & melt my face off.
“Let’s not give the old bitty a free show.” I fixed my fuchsia colored cardigan and winked my eye at her. Her wrinkly skin began to crack red, and her face bloated with disgust. Abdul reached for my ear with his bare pink lips, and sucked on my lobe.
“Boy stop, I can’t stand old hags—,” I paused after while he gave me a side eye.
“I just need you to relax,” he said.
“I am relaxed! I’m just trying to figure out what could I possibly be here for,” I pouted while we engaged in ten seconds of ‘who can stare the longest’. His eyes told a story of promise, convincing me things could possibly be alright no matter what the circumstances are.
“I doubt if anything is serious,” he smized with those big brown eyes I absolutely adored. So easy to grow sucked into his charm, but it wasn’t enough at times!
“What if it is H.I.V? How odd is the possibility if the only person I have sex with is you.”
“Well, sex isn’t the only way to retrieve H.I.V! There are
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