What I Learned In L.A. (Sequel to What I learned at Hope Springs)

Sunday Funday

Chris

Well it's officially been 3 weeks since Brittany and me have only been hanging out on Sunday. It's been cool for the most part. Today is her turn to host, we're gonna ride up to Laguna Beach and just chill out. I was so ready Jasmine and her hormones been getting on my last nerves. She be freaking out about every little thing. She really don't want Britanny and me even hanging out anymore, even though it's one day a week. I be getting the urge to fuck shit up, but I gotta remember I gotta kid on the way.

"Chris, move your fucking shoes! I'm not your fucking maid!" She yelled. I sighed, and went to move the shoes I mistakenly left on the floor. I slipped them on my feet. "Where are you going?" He asked me as I tied my shoes. "You know what day this is, please don't ask me any questions." "Why can't you just tell me?" "No man leave me the fuck alone!" I yelled. She threw a coffee mug at my head. I grabbed my keys off the table and left so I wouldn't punch her in the face.

I got in my car and just sat there. I think I wanna stay in Laguna Beach. I need some peace and quiet. I was gonna go back in the house and grab some clothes but I decided against it, I'll just pick something up on the way there. I made my way over to Brittany and Micheal's house. I was aggravated at this point, and I hope Britt had some weed. Once I got over there and just walked right in. Maybe I should have knocked first cause they were getting it in upstairs. I just laughed and sat down turning the tv up loud so I couldn't hear.

They had a blunt on the table so I just smoked that one. About a hour and a half they came downstairs. "Damn, how long you been here?" Micheal asked. I laughed, "long enough." Brittany shielded her face, I knew she was blushing underneath her hands. "Aye wanna stay over in Laguna, I need a staycation." She looked at Micheal,and he gave her a nod. "Okay, I'll go pack." She ran upstairs and Micheal sat next to me on the couch. "I know you can't wait until she drop." He said. "Right, man EVERYTHING a nigga do is wrong in her eyes." He laughed,"hormones man, hormones." He said. "How long She got now?" He asked.

I sighed, I knew it was close to her due date, but I didn't care at this point I needed a break. "She got three weeks man." I said. "You think it's a good time to be leaving her alone?" I chuckled, "I know what you doing Mike, man. We going to Laguna okay. Britt Bratt, come on. I need to go shopping!" I yelled upstairs. Mike thought he was so slick trying to send me on a guilt trip. Brittany finally came with a small duffle bag. "Bye baby." She said going to Mike and kissing him. "Have fun baby girl." He said after hugging her.

We left the house and I stopped by the mall to pick.up a few things, a bag, some outfits for the next two days, toothbush, socks. I'm so glad they had a Dollar store in here so I could get hygiene stuff. "Sunday Funday " I yelled as I put my bag in the truck of my car. Brittany laughed at me. "Let's build a fire on the beach, then roast marshmallows and make smores." I suggested. "Okay." "But we gotta Get drunk first, and smoke." She laughed. "Why?" "I don't it would be more fun." I said like she should already know that. She shook her head and climbed in the car.

Brittany

I loved Sunday Funday. We always tried to do something different. Last Sunday Chris took me to a wine tasting. It was so fancy we had to get dressed up. It was cool, not really my scene though. We just used it to promote our stores. Some of those people actually contacted us back too. This Sunday was my turn, we were only supposed to go to the beach and hang out but Chris up'd that by suggesting we stay the weekend. I didn't mind, I missed spending time with him.

Once we got to Laguna Beach we checked in and settled in our room. I rolled up the blunts so we could have those ready. "Let's go to the store." I said. We went to the store and grabbed the ingredients for the smores,and some bottles of liquor. Once we got back to the hotel we got ready for the beach. Chris picked the perfect spot for us, gathering some pieces of wood and sticks from a nearby bushel of trees and made a pit for the fire. I relaxed in the sand and watched him start the fire. "So how was your week?" I asked. "Hell." he said pouring some lighter fluid on the bunch of wood. He threw a match on it and the fire started. "Well, what happened?" I asked him as he sat next to me.