"What kind of flowers y'all like?"
"I like tulips."
Jelisa gave William the side eye before puffing out a breath and crossing her arms.
"What? I do."
"What, I do?" She mocked, making a face and scoffing. For the past two hours, the couple had been arguing over what they wanted at their wedding next year. They disagreed on colors, themes, centerpieces, even things as simple as what went on top of the wedding cake.
"Lisa," William groaned, putting a hand to his head. Bobby watched the two in amusement while Sanai was scanning over a book of bouquets. "Bro, we been disagreeing over every damn thing and we're getting nowhere."
"It's not my fault you have terrible taste," she replied with crossed arms.
"And it's not my fault you picky as shit."
"Hey, guys, chill," Sanai sat up on the stool and looked at them both, "I found some nice ass flowers in this book and we're going to find something y'all both like. Jelisa, you don't even have a flower you want."
"I'd rather not have one than have fucking tulips and tigerlillies."
"The tigerlillies were a joke," Bobby defended himself, "damn. Shit."
"Okay, whatever," William took the flower book from Sanai, fed up with this whole ordeal, "we know we both want white flowers, correct?"
"Yeah," Jelisa was beyond irritated for some reason, and it was affecting everyone because Bobby and Sanai didn't want her to snap. William, however, didn't care at all.
He literally had said, "She can go off all she wants but we still gettin' this shit done today."
"What about these?" William pointed at a picture.
Jelisa bit her lip, then glared at him. "Carnations, William?"
"Yeah?"
"Will—" Sanai tried to save him but Jelisa was already ahead of her.
"Are you fucking serious? We're not going to prom, we're going to our wedding! I'm not sixteen."
"You got a attitude like one," he retorted, quirking a brow as if he was wondering who she was talking to. Their little arguments were amusing because neither one of them ever backed down. At all.
"Yeah, this isn't happening today," Jelisa hopped down from the stool and walked out.
"Yes the fuck it is," William slammed the thick book down and followed her, "I'm not postponing this shit another day!"
"Alright!" Bobby heard her screech, imagining them walking upstairs to argue even more, "then go to the wedding by yourself, dumbass."
"Say that shit to my face—"
"GO BY YOURSELF!"
"Fuck you, Lisa!"
"Fuck you, too!" she sang. Sanai snorted, covering her mouth as they continued to argue upstairs. Bobby's eyes were raised as he looked through a book full of wedding dresses, surprised at how their fight escalated.
"Poor babies," Sanai, said, texting on her phone, "they must be stressed."
"They're trying to get shit done too quickly quickly instead of taking their time," he flipped a page, "and Jelisa's probably pregnant."
"How would you know?" she looked up at him questioningly.
"Just a hunch," he shrugged, "she's wildin' more than usual. And I'm smart."
"Ooh, tea!"
"Hot!" he chuckled.
"You wanna give them some options while they presumably have angry sex up there?"
"You know them so well. And of course," he grabbed the flower book and scooted close to her. "How's your aunt, by the way?"
"I'm texting her now. She's fine, it was just scary. Anything to do with her chemo is scary."
"You still going up there?"
"Maybe later when she's calmer. I just want her to feel a little better before we both stress, you know? Cause I'll ask a million questions."
He smiled. "Yeah."
"Shush," she rolled her eyes.
"You wanna go on another date this Friday?" he asked out of the blue.
"Of course I do." Sanai grinned.
"I wanna take you to that new fancy sushi place downtown."
"Oooooh," she cooed, "please?" they both had a love for sushi and Bobby was glad because his other friends refused to even try it.
"Of course," Bobby licked his lip while Sanai leaned on his shoulder, "You okay?"
"Yes." she mumbled.
"You can talk to me, San."
"I know. I'm actually okay, though."
"Alrighty," he felt her kiss his bottom lip and smiled, "how long you think they finna take?"
"I'd say a good fifteen minutes. Angry sex is kinda...fast-paced."
He raised his brows in surprise. "Oh word?"
"Word," she giggled, "Bobby, shut up!"
"Nah, man, what was you talking ab—"
"Ay, y'all can leave!" they heard William yell from upstairs.
"We know, negro," Bobby pursed his lips and set the book down, "ready?"
"Duh."
"I didn't mean it when I said I didn't love you so. I shoulda held on tight, I never shoulda let you go..."
Sanai, Bobby's favorite person, was crawling on his bedroom floor, a tampon—although she wasn't on her cycle and for some reason it was in his dresser drawer—in her hand, supposedly a microphone, as she sang Mariah Carey's We Belong Together in the most dramatic yet graceful manner. She wore just her bra and a pair of green dolphin shorts and her hair was once again free of her braids and in a large puff all around her head.
"...'Cause I didn't know you, 'cause I didn't know me, but I thought I knew everything. I NEVER—"
"Nigga, chill!" Bobby laughed, leaving the bathroom and taking his small chain off to set it on the dresser.
"Don't kill my vibe, Robby," she whined while he stepped over her to get in the bed, "Robert!"
"What, negro?" he smacked his lips and lied on his back, his arms behind his head.
"Nothing," she got in the bed also, crawling to straddle his lap and plant her hands on his chest. Bobby just hummed, licking his lip as his hands rested on her hips. "I have some news."
"What news?"
"I'm doing a two week mini tour in Europe next month and I want you to come."
"Congrats, babe," he grinned at the news and the fact that she wanted him there. He'd never heard her live but he honestly fucked with her music heavily. "Just let me know the dates."
"Aw yay!" Sanai cheered, "thanks, baby," and she seemed so happy to have him accept her offer, but it shouldn't have been a surprise because Bobby would do almost anything for her.
"No problem," Bobby stared at her for a little before kissing her lips, his arms hugging her shoulders.
"You're so fucking warm, my nigga," she sighed into his embrace.
"I burned all of Moriah's stuff."
"You what?" she sat up just to make sure she heard him right. Bobby was staring at her bellybutton because eye contact was a little wild right now.
"I did."
"Bobby—" Sanai held his face in her hands and made him look at her, "babe, why?"
"Because I realized that you deserve so much more and I'd be able to give it to you if I let the past go," he furrowed his brows while he spoke, "I shouldn't be comparing and thinking on some 'what if' shit, because I really like you."
"Aw, Bobby," she smiled, you're the best."
"And like..." he held her hands to his cheeks, "I don't know, I just have baggage and I don't want to scare you."
"I'm pretty sure it's not scary," she scoffed, "it's scary for you because you're afraid of how I'll react. I know."
"Smort."
"Noice," she giggled, "I'm sure your baggage isn't crazy. Tell me something."
"Nah," he shook his head, smiling at the ceiling, "you good."
"No, you wanna give me more, don't you? Let me know something."
Bobby sat up on his elbows, looking at Sanai for a few more seconds, thinking about what he was going to confess. He sighed, lying back down while she stayed confused on top of him.
"Well—"
"I'm bisexual."
heyyyyyyyyyyyyy
and if you don't know how to read Sanai's faceclaim is IAMDDB and her music and stuff is so litty TITTY I just changed her name for the story
GO LISTEN
also, HONEY is maybe a few weeks to a month behind WIFEABLE. so this chapter is before Jelisa and William went back to Maryland for a bit