Nothing Was The Same

Chapter: 13

Chapter: 13

Trina.

I sat in my living room with Jasmine and Harlem as they played around enjoying being around each other. It feels good to have her around right now after the miscarriage, but I’m trying to move on and hopefully she can help me with that.

I completely stole Jasmine from Rasia and although she has a hotel room I wanted her to stay with Harlem and I so that we can get caught up with each other. One thing Jasmine isn’t to fond of though is my relationship with Marco. She’s happy that I’m happy but she just has her doubts, like any normal best friend.

“So, what’s been going on other than the bad things?” Jasmine asked placing Harlem on her lap.

I sighed, “nothing really, just missing Marco now that he’s back to playing football. I know this sounds bad but I’m mad he’s going to the Superbowl, because that means less time with me and more time with those nasty ass cowboy cheerleaders.”

Jasmine laughed, “wow, Marco must’ve really done something to you because I’ve never witnessed you so jealous before.”

“I’m not jealous,” I corrected her. “I just want him to spend more time with me.”

“Well the superbowl is Sunday, after that he’ll be here. But have you introduced him to Harlem yet?”

I shook my head and grabbed Harlem from out of her hands as he reached for me, “no and I’m not sure when I should. I’ve never done this before so it’s a little confusing.”

She put her hands up in surrender and laughed, “you and me both.”

“Speaking of kids… when are you gonna have one?”

“Never,” she huffed. “I don’t want anything to put a strain on my engagement. First comes love, then marriage, then the baby carriage.”

“You’re corny,” I smiled. “But how is Loco?” I asked referring to her boyfriend.

Just like she’s not fond of my relationship, I’m not too fond of hers. Angel, also known as Loco, is her fiancée. He’s in the Mexican Mafia and he runs the streets all hours of the night keeping her up wondering. He’s a dope boy, but he also participates in gang related activities, which always keeps her on edge because that’s an additional thing she has to worry about.

We have our doubts about each others significant other, but we never bring it up. She supports me; I support her, its one way street. Just as long as she doesn’t try to step her boundaries and disrespect Marco than we’re cool.

“Loco is exactly what is name is, loco,” she joked. “This motherfucker drives me fucking crazy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Good,” I nodded. “If he was in town though I would’ve had to break him in and interrogate his ass, so tell him he’s lucky.”

She smiled while reaching for her ringing phone. She looked at the caller ID and than at me, “this is Loco’s mom and she’s just as crazy.” I watched as she picked up the phone, “hola… Como estas... Bien… Si… Si…,”

I contained my laughter at how Loco’s mother sounded on the other end. She sounded as if she was interrogating Jasmine and Jasmine was just going along with it. I also found Jasmine’s Spanish amusing. She’s nothing but black and white but she’s over here speaking fluent Spanish as if she were Hispanic.

Once she hung up the phone she threw her head back and sighed, “that woman drives me crazy.”

“Tell me about it.” I mumbled turning the TV to something suitable for Harlem. “Marco’s mom is just so fucking bitter it makes my ass itch and his sister. I don’t know how you grew up with them.”