"Ew stop!," I laugh as august messes with me. We see his tour bus pull into the driveway.
"You sure you good?,"
"Yeah, Im fine. Its only a month," I smile.
"Alright, I'll call you later,"
"Alright, I love you," I grab his hands.
"I love you too," I get on my tippy toes and kiss him.
"Bye baby,"
"Bye have fun," He smiles and walks out. I smile and get ready. I take a shower and enjoy my alone time. I get dressed in my black leggings, white v neck, my jean vest, and my Jordans to match. I put on my floral snap back. I grab my purse and take a look in the mirror. I smile and walk downstairs.
**
I meet up with a close friend of mind. Actually my high school sweetheart. Was after August and I got together.
"Hey," He says walking up to me.
"Hey," I hug him. Vincent Morris. Still bomb til this day.
"You look good," I smile.
"Thank you, you havent changed one bit,"
"Melanie flirting? ," I laugh.
"No, " We walk into the mall.
"Mhmm," I laugh. "Hows Crystal?," his fiancee.
"Shes cool, shes just under alot of pressure. Its never that serious,"
"You dont understand how much shit we have to do to make the wedding perfect,"
"And we are the ones that asked. That is a big step," I laugh. "Thats like life or death shit right there," I laugh.
"Your crazy," He laughs.
"You were crazy to, dont even go there," I laugh.
"I was not," we walk into the shoe store.
"Mhmm," I laugh.
"I like these," I pick them up.
"Get Em den,"
"I will," I stopped a worker.
"Can I get these in a 6,"
"Small ass feet," I nudge him.
"Mhmm you rude," He laughs.
"Im jp you know I love you Melanie," I smile.
"Love you too," Yes I do still love him. I love august and Vincent. Equally. August a tad bit more. No matter how hard I try I will can't stay away from him.
"Here you go," I sit down and try on the shoes.
"I like them," I look in the mirror. "How do they look?,"
"Good, aye lemme get a size 11," Vincent says.
"You serious? No I found these first,"
"So why cant we have matching pair,"
"Everybody gon' get the wrong idea,"
"And, I dont mind. Let them talk," I smile at him.
***
"Yes baby,"Vincent says into the phone. "Purple is fine," I smile and finish eating my frozen yogurt. "Okay love you too," He hangs up. "See," I laugh.
"Welcome to marriage," He shakes his head.
"Man this is hard," I pat his back.
"You'll be fine,"
"I hope so," We walk back to the car, talking. "I heard you were pregnant,"
"And where did you hear that from?," I ask him.
"Somebody, I got my resources. Stalker much," He chuckles and leans onto the car.
"How many months," He asks.
"Im not pregnant anymore,"
"Dont tell me you had an abortion, "
"No I wanted to have the baby but I had a miscarriage, " Suck it up, dont cry.
"Im sorry to hear that, come ere,"
"Im fine,"
"No your not, I know when you are hurt," he pulls me into him. "Its okay, Im here for you,"
"Thank you Vincent," I hug him back.
***
"August you so mean to people sometimes," I say through the phone.
"He was the one that was trynna eat fries off my damn plate. Like nigga! ," I laugh.
"how's the tour? ," I ask him flipping through the magazine.
"Its cool, could be better with you here,"
"Aww," I blush.
"What did you do today?," He asks me.
"Nothing just went to the mall and bought me some shoes,"
"How many?," He hates when I spend to much.
"Just one, damn. Calm down,"
"Nah because yo ass just be buying dumb shit,"
"Shut up, I do not," He chuckles.
"Knock Knock,"
"Hold up," I get up and check the peephole. Vincent. "Lemme call you back,"
"Alright," I hang up and open the door.
"Hi," I look Vincent up and down. Scratches over his face. Suitcase. Sweats, t-shirt, and his nike slippers.
"Hi,"
*
"Her friend saw us hugging then she got the wrong idea. Shes thinking about calling the wedding off,"
"Oh my gosh, Im so sorry,"
"Your good its not you fault,"
"No Vince, she-," He smiles. "Its not funny,"
"No, you called me Vince. your the only person I allowed to call me that. Besides my momma," I smile.
"Really?," I blush.
"Yeah," He smirks at me.
"You should really go talk to your finacee," I say sitting down.
"I know she dont wanna talk to me, "
"Vincent, after all those years, you just want to throw it away over some petty shit? no Im not letting you do that,"
"I got other things in mind," I clean up his wounds. He places his hand on my thigh.
