90's Hearthrobs: Male Edition

Temper Tantrum - Bizzy Bone

For my boo @deecreates  I hope you enjoy this my love 💖💖 Unedited! Side Note, Thank You Guys for 1K reads. Y'all low key fuck with me 💘____________________________________

"Bryon Anthony McCane, if you don't stop moving I swear to god, I will burn your ass!" I screamed at Bizzy as he kept squirming in his seat. I had been sitting on the stoop trying to straighten my boyfriends' hair for an hour 1/2 now. I had only gotten through about half of his head & I was getting irritated because not only was it hot af,  he wouldn't stay still.

"You already did burn my ass, my neck stinging an shit. These not the kinda hickeys I said I wanted Deanna." He groaned clearly irritated and I snickered at his silliness.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to hurt you, I just wanna get this done." I sighed as I ran the comb through the blow dried section. My hands were starting to hurt, he had so much damn hair.

"Aight look Dee, just braid my shit real quick. Let's finish this tonight, I gotta go record in a hour." He said placing a blunt to his lips & lighting it. Bryon tucked one behind each of his ears and I shook my head. This boy & his weed obsession.

"It's gonna look stupid Bizzy. One side is straightened & the other is blow dried." I placed my hand on my hip & wiped the beads of sweat that were forming on my forehead. It was hotter than a muhfucka out here.

"Then put that shit in two ponytails bae, I can't really be picky right now. Abracadabra that shit" Bizzy coughed lowly as he handed me the lit blunt.

"Abracada——Boy...You know what.." I rolled my eyes and snatched the two ponytail holders off his arm as I closed my eyes taking pulls from the blunt. I think what Bizzy was tryna say is that I can do magic when it comes to hairstyles. I could braid & straighten hair with the best of them.

Everyone in the neighborhood came to me to get their hair done. I guess going to hair school paid off even though I never finished. I'll go back someday, it just wasn't the right time.

Bizzy turned around to look at me in my eyes frowning as he rubbed his arm, where the ponytail holders used to be. "Don't be snatching and shit girl. You know I got delicate skin."

I laughed as I handed the blunt back & got ready to put his hair into two ponytails. Bizzy was such a fool. He made me happy though. He was a wild, free spirit and just being in his presence gave me energy. We balanced each other out perfectly. He was funny & crazy while I was the cool, collected one. We pushed each other's limits and that's why we meshed so well.

Tightening the hair tie I pursed my lips looking at the disaster of a hairstyle. One ponytail was long, silky and straight, dropping past his shoulders. The other was tight, kinky and bunched up near the bottom of his neck. He looked so silly but that's what he said he wanted. I couldn't contain my laughter as I handed him the mirror.

"Damn Dee, you ain't even do my baby hair." He joked. "You know what, I look good. I'm starting a trend  baby girl" Bizzy grinned tickling me, pulling me down onto his lap. He kissed my neck and I squirmed in his arms trying to break free of his hold.

"Bizzy it's too hot out here for your dragon breath to be all up on my neck! Stop. You gotta go anyway. Take your ass to the studio" I said standing up collecting the combs, brush, hair grease off the steps so I could take them in the house.

He squinted his eyes at me & smacked my ass as I turned to walk inside. "Don't tell me to leave. I leave when I wanna leave. Just for that, I'm staying my ass here. The niggas can wait." Bryon said taking off his tshirt and throwing it on the floor next to me.

He smiled at me sweetly before he sauntered to the bedroom to get a dry one. I turned on the tv and sat on the floor shaking my head as I watched his lanky ass retreating.

I leaned my head back against the sofa cushion, closed my eyes and let the cold air from the air conditioner blow into my face. "Mmmm" I sighed in contentment as my jet black hair whipped around my face, oblivious to Bizzy looking through the fridge for a bottle of Olde E.

"What you moaning about girl? You using them sex toys again? I don't know why you got them, when you got me. You tryna let me hit real quick?" He asked watching me as he took a sip from his 40. He stood in front of me blocking both the tv & the air that I was enjoying.

"Go to the studio Bizzy. Please. I'll be here when you get back. I need to be by myself right now okay? I love you. And baby I told you I don't like you drinking that shit. You know how you get when you drink." I said pulling my puffy hair up into a bun. I wasn't trying to be snappy but there was something I needed to do.

He just looked his deep brown eyes into mine and nodded slowly, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth. He grabbed his cell phone and beeper, sticking them in the pocket of his flannel shirt. He lit a blunt and slammed the liquor bottle on the kitchen table. It shattered from the force, the malt liquor dripping on the floor as he walked towards the door.

"Happy?" He asked, as he grabbed his keys.

I just watched him and slid my hand down my face as I heard the door slam shut behind me.

I sighed and walked down the hall to the bathroom catching my reflection in the mirror. I just stared at myself placing my hand against it. My reflection met me halfway. I took a deep breath turning away as I pulled out the pregnancy test I had hidden in the cabinet.

I read the instructions and pulled out the stick. I sat on the toilet with my face perched on my hand until I felt like I had to pee.

I held the stick underneath me, wiped it and sat it on the sink waiting for the results. What if I was pregnant? What would we do? Bizzy wasn't ready to be a father...he still acted like a child himself. And me? Was I ready to be a mother? I heard the timer that I had set ding & I was nervous, but I picked up the stick. It was positive. Wow. I was really pregnant.

I turned to face my reflection in the mirror again. Lifting up my shirt, I sat my hands on my stomach and smiled. A real smile, one that reached my eyes. I tucked the test back in the box hiding it back in its spot. I washed my hands and went to lay down.

When I woke up that night, Bizzy was cuddled up next to me, his arms nestled around my waist. I sat up looking at the clock, seeing that it was 10 pm. I looked down at his sleeping face, he looked like so peaceful, so beautiful, like an angel. I traced my fingers over his face, eyes, lips and his long eyelashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm sorry for how I acted this morning Dee, I love you. I really do." Bizzy stretched and sat up as he grabbed my hand in his and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"I love you too baby." I kissed him back & got out of bed, grabbing the stuff I took off the stoop earlier.

"Now come on so I can finish your hair boy".