one shots

shorty swing my way [28]

november 1999
tuesday
12:35 pm

"You know, this yoga thing ain't that bad after all," Ashley nodded once we rolled up our mats.
"See, I told you," I smiled as we both stood.
"I usually don't listen to other people, but it seems like every time I listen to you, you end up being right. . . So, on that note, I need you to tell me my future," she smirked as we made our way out of the yoga studio.

We were on our way to her house. It became a routine for us to freshen up at her place since she lived so close and go to lunch afterwards. I had yet to tell her anything about D, which I wished wouldn't end up biting me in the ass. All she knows is that me and my man aren't together anymore and that I'm pregnant. That's all she needs to know.

We were having a conversation about where we wanted to eat as we walked out of the studio, and as soon as we turned out of the doorway to walk down one side of the sidewalk, I bumped into a wall of a man.

DeAndré. . . with roses.

"Sorry," he smirked down at me.

Ashley gazed up at him before smirking at me as well. Obviously, she thought he was fine, and she also noticed that he had an eye for me so she slowly but surely backed away.

"Would you care for some roses?" he held up the bouquet.
"No thanks," I murmured, growing more and more annoyed as I stared at him.
He simply nodded before catching sight of Ashley.

"Would you care for some roses?" he asked with that boyish smile as radiant as the sun.
"Oh, uh, sure. I guess," she was blushing as she took the bouquet.
"You beautiful ladies have a good day," he licked his lips at Ashley before smirking at me.
"You too," Ashley responded, blushing even harder than before as he walked away, going the opposite direction as we were.

We both watched him walk down the block before Ashley nudged me. "Girl, why didn't you take the roses? Look how pretty they are," she pointed out.
"I don't take flowers from strangers," I shrugged as we resumed our walk to my car.
"The way he was looking at you, I'd say y'all fucked before. . . which definitely doesn't make you strangers," she smirked before smelling the flowers.
"Whatever," I playfully rolled my eyes.
"He was fine, Renée. . . A nice glass of water, if you ask me. You should talk to him," she suggested.

If only she knew.

"I'm good on that, Ash," I shrugged.
"Okay. . . so. . . you wouldn't mind if I ran some game—"
"Ashley!" I looked at her like she was out of her mind.
"What? You don't want him!" she laughed.
"You know what? No. I call dibs. That's mine," I said just so she wouldn't pursue him.

The last thing she needed to do was get involved with DeAndré in any way.

Ashley laughed as we finally found my car. We put our mats in the trunk before we got inside. I drove to her house and brought my bag of clothes inside. She took her personal bathroom while I took the guest room's bathroom. I showered before getting dressed in a sweater, jeans, and boots. I pinned my hair up before leaving my face bare. Once I was done getting ready, I sat in the living room and waited for Ashley to come out of her room.

"Come on, Ash! I'm starving out here!" I called.
"I don't know what to wear," she replied.
I groaned.

"We are going to the same place we always go. Just put on some sweats and call it a day," I told her.
"Fine," she reluctantly said.

Within a matter of five minutes, she came out of her room in a college t-shirt and sweatpants. She started to put a jacket on over but then she saw my outfit. She stopped dead in her tracks before returning to her room.