Day Valentine

Ima dead this nigga.

I bang my head on my pillow over and over and over again.

Ima dead both of them.

I'm disgusted.

Past three weeks of my life have been stomping the hell out of me.

Real shit. I lost my bestfriend because he just knows I'm fucking another man, but he can miss me wth that shit.

If Sydney wasn't mad at me I would definitely call her ass over here.

I turn my head and look over at my hearing aids sitting on top of my nightstand.

I don't usually sleep with them out.

When I was little my momma always made me keep one in, just for safety reasons. She used to go overboard sometimes, but that's when I was little so I kind of understand.

I miss her.

I had to take them out tonight though.

I was so close to being cool, calm, and collective and about to fall asleep, but all of sudden my ears were filled with the sounds of Dimitri and Shana fucking.

Monkey asses.

Every since that day that shit happened with me and Sydney, Dimitri has been here almost everyday.

I can't deal.

I try to watch TV, see his ass. I get hungry and wanna get some food, see his ass. I try to use the bathroom, see his ass.

I can't get away.

Like, I can't even buss a nut without thinking about this nigga...

Woah.

Wait, wait.

Scratch that, scratch that.

Everywhere I look there he is. I can't escape him. That shit infuriates me.

How did he go from never being over here and me having no clue about him and Shana, to him basically spending nights over here.

I sigh and cross my arms while staring at the ceiling. I check my phone.

It's been like three hours.

Shit nigga, I was basically checking every hour.

Nah, not really.

I just want something to drink.

I get up and put one hearing aid in, but keep the other in my hand. I take a moment and listen around. I sigh and climb out of bed.

A grape soda sounds extraordinary.

I open my door and put my other hearing aid in my ear.

I look around.

I don't want to see anything, it'll just piss me off even more.

I peep down the stairs.

It's chilly, but chill.

I creep down and make my way to the kitchen.

I feel the wall for the light switch.

I find it and flick it up. I squint my eyes and look around.

The hell?

I tug at my bottom lip.

"Yo."

Woah he looks...

Nah, nah fuck that.

As I look around my entire expression changes.

Nigga the fuck you doing?

I raise my hands to say something to him as he looks at me, but I drop em to my side. He continues to do what he was doing.

This nigga was making a whole sandwich in the dark. How the hell?

There's everything in my fridge on the counter right now.

No lie.

"Are you okay?" He asks, but I ignore him.

He hums out.

I open the fridge.

"Do you want a sandwich?" He asks like this shit is fine and dandy.

This is weird, he is weird. He wildn.

I close the fridge slightly and look at this nigga like the idiot he is.

"Nigga," I start.

Calm down.

"Are you really asking me can you make me something in my own goddamn house... that' came from my goddamn refrigerator?" I raise an eyebrow.

He twists his body and cracks his back. He shrugs his shoulders while facing me.

"I don't want you to make me not a damn thing after what you and Shana's dirty asses been up to all night," I sign with my face scrunched up.

He laughs in my face and turns around. I catch me staring at every part of his body that's on show right now.

Stop.

"Just because I'm fucking your cousin don't mean I have a dirty dick," he laughs and catches me looking.

I feel warmth creeping up my body.

"That's exactly what that means idiot."

"Hmp, I ain't fucking raw... but okay," he says like its funny.

I grab my soda and slam the fridge. I put my it in my pants pocket.

It weighs them down some showing off my lower stomach.

"Dimitri, it's not funny?"

"You called me Dimitri," he smiles.

"Mr. Marcello," I quickly spell out to correct myself while staring him down.

He scratches his head with a smile on his face.

"It is funny though."

"How?" I ask.

He holds a finger up at me and takes a big ass bite outa his big ass sandwich.

It does look pretty good.

I ball my fist up in anger.

"Cause you're mad," he says and leans on the counter.

I cut my eyes at him.

"You're mad because I'm fucking Shana like that instead of fucking you like that," he laughs while putting emphasis on you.

I should whoop his ass.

He finishes his sandwich and starts cleaning up. I watch him put every bag of lunch meat, sack of vegetables, seasoning, condiments, and goddamn bread back.

Bitch.

"It's cool though," he says.

Him being calm right now is irking me.

"What are you trying to do?" I sign, my body full on rage.

"Nothing. You already know for real for real," he says with a smirk.

Ahh!

"Bruh, stop trying to drag me through hell.  It  ain't worth it," I sign.

He grabs a dish rag and wipes the counter, then throws it back and walks over to me.

I look up at him.

He gently grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to him.

"I'm not trying to drag you through hell, I'm just putting you in time out," he says and kisses the side of my face.

I stand there look stupid as stupid could ever look, then make a disgusted face and run my hand down it to wipe his kiss off me.

"Come on now, G up and go to bed. You gotta test tomorrow," he says and leaves me there.

Hey. I like this chapter... a lot. Please comment and vote. I don't have school tomorrow again *starts milly rocking*. Currently listening to that song mix up top ^^^ the tiny bit of piano that's in it for like 5 seconds got me 😎.