Backstage in Harvard (A Mindless Behavior Story)

Strokes.

Date: Tuesday October 6th

Location: Detroit, Michigan: Solatta's House

POV: Solatta

　

I giggled loudly as Roc a made one of his many silly faces to me on Facetime. I was starting to miss my baby, since he was back home in California and I was back here in Michigan. Sometimes, I always doubted how long we'd last, since we were practically in love through the camera of an iPhone. It was like a Catfish relationship, but what we had was real.

"Chres, you're a mess." I laughed, shaking my head.

"But you're not a rapper, huh?" Roc replied, referring to the involuntary rhyme I had just said. I kissed my teeth playfully, tucking my jet black hair behind my ear. "So, when are you planning to dye your hair again?"

I shrugged. "I was going to do it tomorrow, but I just might wait. I want my color to be fresh, you know?"

"What color you said you were doing?" He asked.

"Blonde." I answered.

Roc put on his thinking face before biting his bottom lip and smiling. He looked back into the camera and said, "Damn, ma. You'd look good."

I shook my head yet again, laughing. As we spoke some more, my father walked into the room, dressed in a gray Armani suit and some very expensive looking Italian loafers. He fiddled with his glasses as he stood in my door frame. I looked up at him before looking down at the camera.

"Babe, hold up. My dad's about to talk to me." I said.

He nodded. "Can he hear me?"

"Yes I can, young man." My father said in his mundane proper voice.

"Hello, Pastor Chapman." Roc greeted in his most polite and proper voice possible. I had to stop myself from bursting out laughing at his failure attempt to impress my father.

"Good evening." He replied blandly as he picked at his fingernails. He looked to me before saying, "Solatta, do you mind?"

I nodded, looking to Roc and saying, "Give me a sec."

"Aight, baby."

I sat my phone down and sat Indian style on my bed. "Yes, daddy?" I inquired.

"Tonight, I've scheduled to do a service over at the church," He said. I rolled my eyes. I loved Jesus Christ as much as the next person, but damn; can a nigga breathe? "Don't give me that look, missy. I'm going to leave you here instead of coming with me. However, I expect you to be inside of the house and inside only. I want no friends over, either. Tonight is still a school night. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir." I responded. In my head, I was jumping for joy. I was so happy that I was able to skip out on a service for a change. The services around my way were always around three hours long, and man, were they boring.

"I'm leaving right now, so remember what I said, alright?" My father said, walking over to me. I nodded and he kissed me on the forehead. He smiled and stared at me. "Whether you know it or not, I'm blessed to have a child like you, baby girl. Just know that whatever happens, I love you a lot and I trust you, okay?"

"Dad, you're sounding like you're on your deathbed, for real," I laughed. He chuckled in response. "I love you, too."

"Bye, Solatta." He said with a smile before walking out of my room. I picked up my phone again, and before I could even say a word, I heard my father say from the other side of the house, "And you have until eight o' clock to be off of the phone with your little boyfriend."