FOREVER.

missed call$.

I couldn't sleep last night. I stayed up for you. Maybe you would get lonely and text me to feel less alone.
You didn't though.
Here I am staring at my phone like I would seeing a loved one on life support.
I don't know what to do.
The feeling of you hating me is eating inside, so I don't know if I should warn you.
I don't want to bother you,
but this anger inside me is becoming too farmiliar.
Just one more night. One more night I can caress you and hold your warm soft skin in my arms. That's all I needed.
I snatched my phone from the side of my bed and quickly dialed your number.

RU.

Why the fuck are you calling me?

"Sorry Spiff, I have to take this." I said, grabbing my phone and rushing to get up. I felt his eyes burn the side of my head. He sat his sketchbook down on the table next to him and sat back in his chair, rubbing his hair.

"Aight Ru." His voice was motionless.
I scurried into the next room and picked up the phone, closing my eyes preparing to get yelled at.

"I need you." His voice was cold. I could sense the exhaustion on his vocal chords and the strain on his usually smooth, deep voice. My heart sank.

"I can't.." I hesitated. He really needs me. I can hear it in his voice. I feel horrible, but if I go back it's like signing my death note.

"Now I have to go Xy. I'm busy, I'm sorry."

"But I need to te-"

I quickly hung up the phone and threw my head in my hands, trying to conceal broken cries. I heard foot steps so I quickly wiped my tears, but Spiff was already at the door.

"I'm fine." I quickly said in defense. He walked slowly to me and sat down next to him.

"I can take a break if you'd like, cause I can tell you not fine. Talk to me." He laid across the bed and faced the ceiling. I sat there for a minute and played with my jeans trying to think of shit to say. I felt the bed shift, triggering me to look back and see him sitting up right behind me.

"You can tell me anything." It was something in his voice that soothed me. He was always so delicate with me, even when I was on edge. All these years, he's been alone, dealing with his artwork, saying he's just focusing on himself but I realized he always wanted to be around me. He doesn't talk much but whenever I come around it's like he comes out of his shell...

My train of thought crashed when I noticed I was staring in his eyes this whole damn time. I break eye contact and shift myself.

"You never looked happy with him." He grabbed my hand. "Whenever I would see y'all, you would never look complete. You always looked uneasy..."

"I was cool." I said in defense. I hate when a nigga can see through me. That's what he does.

"Look damn it, I want you Ru. Fuck." He let go of my hand and stared harder into my eyes. I got tense.

"I always did. I know this nigga probably got you on a power trip but, I'm here. I know you ain't with him, but I can-"

"You want me?" I cut him off. "Or my body?"
His eyebrows scrunched together.

"I want to wake up with you next to me every morning." Spiff caressed my face and scooted closer. "I want to be the one that makes you happy again. I want you to be my FOREVER, but if you only want one night, that's fine too."

I gave him that 'oh really' look, and in return he bit his lip and nodded.

BITCHHHHHH.

He stood up and picked me up off the bed, kissing me with passion. A feeling that I never felt rushed through my body, and that was relief. He laid me down on the bed and slowly pulled my pants off, looking up at me. I sighed and bit my lip. I think I might-

*RING*

I slightly jumped and looked at the night stand.
It was Xy.
Spiff slowly crawled on top of me, reached over, hit the decline button, and looked at me.

"Fuck that nigga."