Recycled Love.

28.

Summer Ray.

"So I went shopping yesterday." Frankie started throwing his head back. "Bitch I almost got into three fights. I mean them bitches had me fucked up."

"Didn't your boyfriend tell you to stay home yesterday?"

"Yeah but I am not about to be sitting in the house by myself bored, while he out shopping and on vacation."

"You know he is going to kick your ass when he see them bags. When do he come back?"

"He ain't gone see them because I put everything up and he comes back tomorrow night." He whipped his head towards me and stared. "When was the last time you talked Armani?"

"Thanksgiving."

"That was last week, you need to talk to that man and stop playing."

"How am I playing?"

"You know you want to be with him."

"That means nothing. He have a girlfriend. I can't just say how I feel and he let his girlfriend go and come to me. That isn't right."

"It is right get what is yours."

"You are crazy." I laughed and shook my head.

"I am not but you need to talk to that man."

"Okay."

"Don't get fucked up Summer, you ain't to old to get yo' ass whooped."

"Go home man."

"No, you know I'm staying over tonight."

"No I don't you just showed up when I was about to watch TV."

"What we finna watch?"

"I'm about to watch The Quad."

"I love that show."

"I bet you do but let me watch it because I didn't want one episode yet."

"I could watch them again."

Not even ten minutes into the episode Frankie was already telling me what was going to happen and yelling at the TV.

"Frankie!" He looked at me. "Shut up."

"My bad." He chuckled. "That hoe will get fucked up."

"Isn't that her daughter?"

"Yeah and she lucky my mama would've beat my ass up."

"Hell yeah and she still would if I talk to her like that."

My phone started to vibrate and it was a message from Armani.

Armani 😕😥🤔 9:42 p.m. - Are you busy?

No, why? - 9:44 p.m.

Armani 😕😥🤔 9:45 p.m - Are you going to be busy tomorrow?

Armani 😕😥🤔 9:45 p.m - Yeah tomorrow. I really need to talk to you about something.

Sure, call me and let me know when tomorrow. - 9:50 p.m.

"Who you texting?"

"Armani, he wants to talk to me about something tomorrow."

"Oh shit."

"It's nothing."

"Whatever, just wait until tomorrow bitch."

"Pause this and let's go get something to eat."

I D-O, I D-O, I D-O oh oh
I, Vito, promise to treat this game, i-de-al
Honor the code, not bring drama to mama’s peephole
Life’s a bitch but she's the only love that I know -ow -ow
So la-a-dee, after the “I Do’s” lets do Mercedes
Lets tie the knot, lets grab us a pot, lets make a baby
Looking back, I don’t know who threw this bouquet to me
But I walk down this aisle faithfully, cut that cake for me

"Bitch this was my song." Frankie said dancing in his seat. "How do you feel about marriage?"

"Marriage is just for show to me. Why do you have to pay to be committed to somebody when you could do that for free."

"So you never won't get married?"

"Nope, I could be faithful to a person for free and not have to pay and when I want to leave I could leave for free with not having to get the courts involved."

"So if somebody purpose to you, what will you do?"

"I will let them know at the beginning and if he still purpose I will decline unless we are around people."

"You are so dumb."

"It's so true though."

"Well your mind will get changed when the right person step into your life."