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Jovaughn Virginie Scott
"Hey" Regine smiled when she opened the door. Today was the day I was sentenced to my doom. Today was the day I started living with her.
"Wassup" I mumbled and walked in.
"Ummm, this is my place. The bathroom is over there. Kitchen is there. Help yourself to whatever" she said. I just nodded. She was telling me obvious shit.
"Ummm, well I have work. Here's a key if you decide to leave." She handed me a house key and grabbed her bag making her way out the door.
I turned on the tv and put the channel on BET. Martin was on so I was content.
I noticed that she had loads of artwork hanging around her place. The craziest thing was that my piece was framed and hanging right above where the tv was. I was shocked because I didnt really think she wanted it for anything to be honest. I just thought she was trying to have a reason to talk to me.
After about thirty minutes she came back into the house. My face turned up. "Why you back here so fast?"
"I saw them again" she said.
"Who?"
"The guys that were following me."
Lil niggas werent giving up. I sighed in annoyance and grabbed my keys. "C'mon" I mumbled walking past her out the door. She just stood looking confused. I kissed my teeth,"You wanna go to work or not?"
She shook her head no. "I'm tired anyway" she said and walked to the kitchen. I closed the door and went back to sit down on the couch.
After a while I smelled food. I guess she was cooking. I continued watching tv. She came out of the kitchen with a plate and cup and held it out to me.
I looked at her blankly.
"You dont want it?" she asked me. I looked at the plate seeing what was on it. Waffles, eggs, and bacon. I grabbed it from her and said a Thank you under my breath. Why the fuck was she being so nice?
She walked away and came back out the kitchen with food for herself. She made her way into her room and closed the door.
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I had fallen asleep but a loud crack of thunder woke me up. I looked at the tv guide to see what time it was. I was 2:27pm. I had been knocked out for three hours.
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Another crack of lightening hit and I heard the shattering of glass and a scream from the kitchen. I got up to go see what it was.
I walked in to see Regine holding her foot and a broken jar of jelly on the floor. Her face was twisted up in pain. I shook my head at the sight. She was obviously clumsy.
"What the hell happened to you?" I asked and she jumped realizing I was in the kitchen.
"The thunder scared me. I jumped and the jar fell out of my hand and onto my foot " she explained to me. I looked down at her foot seeing it was dripping blood. She started limping around on it trying to clean up the mess but she was leaving a blood droplet trail everywhere she walked.
This girl was a walking disaster.
"You got a first aid kit?" I asked her. First thing first she needed to fix her foot up.
"Yeah, in the bathroom" she said sweeping up the glass. I nodded and headed to go get it. I could already tell, living with her was going to be a journey.
Regine Iman Thomas
Joey hadn't been too much of a pain since he's been here today. He's still really dry and rude though.
I couldnt let him just be out on the streets and him living with me didn't seem so bad. Maybe Nicole would turn out to be right and we would eventually end up helping each other. Maybe we'd become friends.
He came back from the bathroom with the first aid kit. He walked up to me and sat it on the counter after opening it up and scanning what was in it.
"Can you get up on the counter?" he asked me and I shook my head no. He groaned in irritation before his hands grabbed my sides and he picked me up sitting me on the counter.
He pulled up my foot and examined. He sucked his teeth and shook his head.
"How on earth can you be this fucking clumsy?" he chuckled and I held back a smile. I dont know why it was funny to me.
He cleaned the blood away and I could finally clearly see the cut on my foot. It was kind of deep but not deep enough to send me to the hospital or anything.
He grabbed peroxide and held my foot still. "Please dont kick me if this shit burns" he murmured as he began to pour it on. As soon as it hit my foot I grabbed his arm squeezing it and hissed out at the stinging sensation.
His head turned up and he looked at me. I looked down and met his eyes and we just stayed there for a few seconds, staring at each other. He finally broke the gaze looking over at my hand on his arm and I quickly snatched it away and avoided eye contact with him. Awkward.
