Regine Iman Thomas
"I bet this shit is nasty" Joey muttered while examining the sushi I had bought for him. I was trying to convince him to try new things so I drove him to this Japanese place I really liked.
"Its just a california roll. Its not even real sushi nigga" I laughed as he picked it up with his hand. "Use the chopsticks" I said to him. He grimaced at me.
"Regine do I look like I have that ability?"
"Its not a superpower JoVaughn, since were going by governments" I said and scooted closer to teach him. "Okay you take this one like this..."I started and positioned the first stick in his hand.
"And the next one in between these two fingers like this ...and you pick up the food like this" I showed him.
"Go ahead and feed me too" he joked. I pinched his arm. He started laughing.
"Aight I'm gonna try it" he said and held the chopsticks like I told him. He then picked up the roll.
"Dip it!" I exclaimed and pushed the soy sauce towards him. He sucked his teeth and dipped it in, then put it in his mouth.
"Its okay. Salty as fuck though" he mumbled as he finished it.
"Then you might like the low sodium soy sauce better. Its less salty" I told him. He shook his head no.
"I'ma stick to this teryaki over here" he laughed and motioned to the teryaki salmon he bought. He said it was just in case because he wasnt sure if he'd like the rolls.
"I'll take those home and eat them then" I mumbled and closed the container that held the california rolls. I felt Joey's eyes on me.
"What?" I blushed.
"Nothing."
"You always say that when you staring at me" I laughed.
"Honestly?" he looked at me.
"Yeah?"
"I do it cause I like to see you blush" he admitted while taking a bite of his food. I found myself grinning harder.
"I finished the flyers. I'll go print them tomorrow" I told him as I started eating my own food.
"Thank you."
"Hows the set up going?" I asked him. I knew he was taking artwork down to the gallery, but I had never actually asked how the progress was going.
"Its going good. I got one last piece to put up."
"Its not done?"
"Nah. I gotta finish it" he explained.
"Ooohhh, where is it?" I asked curiously. I had seen every single one so I thought he was done with all of them by now. I usually get to see the process of the paintings.
"Its at the house."
"I havent seen you working on it" I furrowed my brows.
"You ask so many questions Reggie" he smirked amusingly.
"I'm just curious."
"Be a journalist then."
"Suck my big toe."
"No thank you. I've seen your big toe. Its a scary sight" he cackled.
I gasped. "My toes are pretty. I get them done all the time."
"Tell Ling Ling to work harder on them."
I threw a napkin at him. "You are so rude" I laughed.
"Who you with? My rude ass" he smiled and stuck out his tongue showing his food.
"Put your tongue back in your mouth where it goes boy" I threw another napkin at him.
"Thats not where it goes."
"Where does it go then?"
He grinned. "You done eating?"
"Yeah. I've been waiting for you" I told him.
"This is alot of food. Thats why its taking me so long" he said and took a sip of his green tea.
"Eat the rest later" I shrugged.
"Touché."
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We had finally gotten home after Joey made me ride thirty minutes away with him to get some weed and more of those brownies he gets. I didnt know it was truly that serious.
I changed into some pajama shorts and a tee shirt quickly. I was trying to get to my bed as fast as possible. I was tired.
Joey was already sitting on my bed with his back against the headboard with the weed he had just bought and all the other stuff I guess he needed to roll up.
"I want to see how this is done" I sat next to him.
"You wanna smoke too?" he looked over and asked me.
"Nah.I've never smoked before" I told him truthfully. The first time I had ever been high was from that weed brownie I ate with him. I barely experienced it though because I fell asleep. I just remember having the best sleep of my life and waking up hungry as fuck. I had some really weird dreams though.
"You want a brownie then?" he asked me. I shrugged. May as well take one.
"He literally bakes and sells these?" I asked with a chuckle in reference to the nigga that sold him this stuff.
"Yeah" Joey laughed. I started eating one as I watched him roll up.
I looked in awe. It looked complicated to me to be honest. When he was done, there were three blunts rolled.
We just talked for a while as he smoked. I was waiting to finally feel the effects of that brownie. I still didnt feel shit. My eyes felt heavy and my body felt tired but that was it. I took a look at my phone. A whole hour had passed. I was still laying here unaffected as hell.
"I dont think it worked" I mumbled.
Joey looked down at me. "Naaah, it worked Reggie you look gone" he bursted out laughing.
"We got like a gazillion holes in our head."
"What?" Joey asked confused.
"Our scalp has the lil holes that our hair comes out of. So we got like hella holes in our heads right?"
"Yeah, you gone Reggie" he started dying laughing. I did too.
I sat up and sat against the headboard with him. "I feel weird."
"Weird how?" Joey asked blowing out smoke. I shrugged and straddled him with my head in his neck.
"I feel sensitive. I can feel my heartbeat. I dont like it" I giggled.
Joey's hands landed on my thighs and I instantly shivered. His hands were always warm but they gave me chills this time.
"Whats wrong?" he asked me.
"Nothing" I lifted my head to kiss him. He deepened it and added tongue. I smirked against his lips as I felt his hands slide further up my thighs. I felt that familiar tingling. I wanted him to do more ...
I wrapped my arms around his neck while we continued our kiss. His hands slid up under my shirt and before I knew what was happening, I was being lifted up.
Joey flipped us over and broke the kiss. He stared down at me. I was looking at him as well. Taking in every feature of his face. Every inch of melanin rich skin he possessed. Every imperfection that I found to be perfect. Everything about him that I loved.
He finally looked me in the eyes. I knew what he was searching for. He wanted an answer. "Yes" I tried to say but it came out as more of a whisper.
"You sure?" he asked me. I nodded.
I wanted this.
