Day Valentine

I grab my hearing aids and push em back in my ear.

I hate not hearing.

It's like being in a spacious void. People stay forgetting I'm disabled just because I'm not in a wheelchair. It's not fun at all.

A smile forms on my face when I click shuffle on my phone.

I dance to the music playing as I wrap my towel around me.

I'm the only one up and Amir dirty ass didn't want to be so fresh and so clean.

Im happy he just wanted to go to sleep I wasnt ready to be in a shower with him naked as fuck.

I point to myself in the mirror and pick my hair until it's untangled.

I feel way better about things.

"Outa sight outa mind," I sing and it actually sounds decent.

It hypes me up and I start jigging.

I'm so happy I can use words.

I grab my briefs and slip them on. I jump up and pull em up.

I look at myself in the mirror and put my hands on my hips. I turn to the side and scrunch my eyebrows.

The fuck going on with my butt.

I poke it.

I immediately get a headache.

Fucking?

I turn my body to the side and look in the mirror more.

I haven't even done it that many times? It was like twice I think?

I'm tripping.

It's the briefs.

I grab some sweats and slide them on. I turn to the side and look.

Oh nah.

I stop looking at my butt. It was making me feel away. I smile and run my tongue over my teeth.

Not as white as Amir's. I wonder what he does.

I run my hand over my inked lines.

Fuck it.

I sigh.

My pants start to slip down a little low, so I pull them and tie em up. They still hang off my hips.

Oh well.

I step into some Rick and Morty socks that also belong to Mir.

That turd ass nigga.

I start brushing my teeth and dance while doing it.

Fuck it I need a little bit more happiness.

I start thinking about Dimitri and it just kills it.

I killed it in seconds. Good job my mans.

I sigh, spit toothpaste in the sink, and clean everything up. I throw my bag over my shoulder.

Ready for this trip to be over.

I stick my phone in my pants, leave, and look up and down the hallways.

Clear, clear.

I turn the corner.

Not today.

I stare up at him. He moves out of the way for me to walk by, so I do just that and pass his ass.

He locks eyes with me.

I don't know how to react to that.

I thought I was feeling better about everything.

Im not.

I ready myself to call out his name, but I don't. He scrunches his eyebrows and shakes his head.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I ask rudely.

He raises his eyebrows.

"Why are you acting like I was the one who got caught with another nigga... twice."

I scrunch my eyebrows too.

"What?" I ask.

"I find it so funny," he signs.

"You're acting like we were something extra. You know what you wanted me for," I sign.

His eyes get wide.

"Boy what? I coulda took that bussy sooner than I did. You hopped in my back seat remember? If you didn't think we were, you wouldn't of been so devastated about us walking in on you with your fucking semen covering someone's chest," he says with anger in his voice.

"Who wouldn't be devastated. Plus... you fucked my cousin," I put on a show.

"I was messing with her without even knowing about you, but okay. You're right. It's funny how you're coming up with valid ass points after you do something fucked up. You got it. You didn't give a shit about us anyway right? That's why you were crying while cummin on my dick right? We're those fake tears?"

... fuck.

I hold my hands up to respond.

"Please explain something that you actually have to be mad over, other than your own embarrassment and pure guilt my nigga," he continues.

Say something.

"I'm not sorry."

"Are you serious?" He asks me.

"Yes," I tell him.

I think I am.

"You know what? This is my fault. I shouldn't be falling for lil ass boys..."

"I'm dead ass serious. Cut the shit."

"Day why are you awake," I hear.

Shit.

"Mr. Marcello? My boy!"

Dimitri looks down on me mad as hell, not even caring about Danny beside us.

"You flipped on me. I'm not a saint, but at least I take responsibility for what the fuck I be doing, which ain't shit since Shana and ain't gone be shit for a while. If you woulda owned that shit like the man I thought you were it would of been different."

He looks at Danny. I don't even turn my head.

"Help your friend find a clue," he says to him.

I just want to walk away from this nigga.

"Don't do that to me," I sign.

He didn't have to put Danny in anything.

"These are facts," he says while stepping closer to me.

He hooks my chin.

"Crazy I'm still not fucking with these bitches, but now you on a roll," he says and smiles.

I yank away from him.

"Say something," he signs.

I'm stuck

"If you wanna be a hoe Ima treat you like one.If you want me to stop caring I can do that too."

"Shut up."

"If you want to just get regular dick from me I'll give you that and cut all the bullshit. I had feelings," he puts emphasis on had.

"Shut up!"

"Im hot headed sometimes and I annoyed you, but I thought we started loving. You acted innocent but really you're a lil brat. You just homo. Surprise. You're not just gay for me like you claimed. You're gay and loose and not just straight and loose like me and you both thought you were."

I push his chest and he balls his fist up.

Danny grabs me. Dimitri runs his hands through his curls and walks away.

"What the fuck have you been doing Day?" Dan asks seriously.

He grabs my bag and pushes me to the wall lightly. His eyes are wide and his eyebrows are high.

"We aren't gonna sleep until you explain this to me right fucking now. I swear to god," he says.

I've never seen him so serious.

"I can't."

He looks at me like I'm stupid.

"Bro I've been your friend for years and you can't explain to me some shit that's been affecting you, Amir, and my goddamn nerves?"

"Mind your business!" I just look at him.

"Maybe you are selfish," he says and walks down the hall.

He doesn't even go in our room. He walks pass and goes down the stairs.

What the fuck do I do?

Wrote this when I was off the herbs. Sorry if this is horrible. Please vote and add to your libraries. For everyone reading Relax, Nigga, I'm working on updates 🤓!