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Chapter 22: Doing YOU Favors

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December 23, 1998

~Tia's P.O.V~

Irritated and with a slight headache, I went upstairs. I just feel overwhelmed. Being around Yasir tends to have that effect on me. Even though this time it was Donald who took it too far. I just need some alone time. If only I had my sewing machine... After grabbing my notebook, I grabbed my CD player and headset and took a seat on the small couch with my legs underneath my butt. Exhaling, I just began to write a continuation of a scene and /or book. I put my music on medium-high.

After a good forty minutes and three positions later, I saw feet right above my notebook that was sitting on my lap. I diverted my eyes to the pair of feet before my eyes began to scan up toward the face to match those feet. It was Donald of course. He's the only one who would come inside without knocking. Although he probably did. I moved my headphones off of my ears and to my neck. Just when the good part is coming up. Well... Honestly, the whole song is good. Sting is a dope and talented artist.

🎶You're not the easiest person that I ever got to know
And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show
Some would say
I should let you go your way
You'll only make me cry
But if there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me🎶

"Yo behind is really in here listenin' to Sting and ironically, It's Probably Me." He laughed at his own pun before squatting down right in front of me. "Okay, it was me this time. I take full responsibility and I'm sorry for stressing you out like that."

I nodded. "Okay. That's good."

"Damn, that's it?" Donald asked me.

Once again, I nodded. "I get it." I exhaled. "I know how difficult he can be, but you gotta calm down too. I just expected a little more from you than him." I explained. "Yasir has the brain of an idiot... And you- you just have the brain of half an idiot." I held my thumb and index fingers a centimeter apart.

He looked up at me smiling before it turned into a full-blown laugh. Breaking character, I joined him.

"You play too much!" He spoke through his laughter. "What you said about his is true, but me? I don't know 'bout that. Not so sure."

"I'm just playing." I chuckled. "But nahhh. I accept your apology. I don't want any more drama than what's ready going on. Drama on drama on drama. That shit is something I know all too well and it's stressful. It was just an overreaction and it didn't escalate."

He looked up after I said that last part. "I know. I ain't even think before I spoke and... Yeah. I should have." He said not knowing what else to say. "That was petty on my part." He placed his hand on his chest.

The thing is that he doesn't have to say anything else related to that little situation. It wasn't that bad, but it could've escalated quickly which is why I probably should have stayed down there.

"I'm sorry for just walking out like that. I shouldn't have done that either. That was stupid." I told him. "

"We two grown-ass men. If something was to happen it would definitely be on us. Plus, I don't want you jumpin' into any physical altercations I just so happen to get into. Once a fight starts, it's gon' be a while before we stop and I don't want NOTHIN' to happenin' to you."