struggling with his luggage. He had been away for a week and of course he had to drastically over pack. He took like a months’ worth of clothes and shoes with him and who knows how much he bought while being away.
"Hey baby," he said as soon as he saw me. He walked over and gave me a quick peck.
"Miss me?"
"Of course I did. I have been lonely here without you."
"Anyone interested in your songs yet?"
"I know that they have been shopped around. I know Nari mentioned something about Trey Songz and Mario‘s camps getting hold to them."
"Oh, Nari must be wearing your ass out, huh?”
"Not more than usual." I think my discomfort level must have been apparent in my voice. But then again, if it was, Morris did not seem to notice. He just walked back to his room to put his stuff away.
"So babe, I was thinking we could just order in today and have a day alone. Just me and you," he called back from the room. "Sounds good?"
"Yeah. I think that sounds like a plan. I will order some Chinese takeout."
"Great! Remember to get a two liter of something to drink too because I know you have drank up everything in the house while I was gone."
I made the phone call to the Chinese place and we had our food within thirty minutes. We sat on the floor in the living room to eat and talk. One thing that I could always say about Morris and I, was that we enjoyed each other’s' company. We could sit around and talk about absolutely nothing for hours and not get bored. Today was no exception.
"What's Love Got to Do With It or The Color Purple?"
"What? How can I choose between the two of them?"
"Come on," Morris egged me on. "You made me pick between Fresh Prince of Bel Air and Martin."
"Yeah and I do believe your answer was A Different World."
"And? I liked that show more than either one of those shows you named."
"But it didn't answer the question."
"Fine! Fresh Prince. Now answer my question!" I thought for a minute about that one. I mean, come on. Those are two classic movies. To properly answer the question, I had to pull out my acting skills and do my best imitation.
"I 'members that day in the store with Miss Millie. I's feelin' real down. I's feelin' mighty low." I tried to hold in my laughter as I recited Oprah's lines from The Color Purple. Morris joined in as I finished the scene. "And when I seed you, I knowd they is a God. I knowd they is a God." We both bust out into laughter. Once our chuckles subsided, Morris excused himself to fetch something out the room. I knew that this was the time to carry out my plan.
I quickly fetched a bag from behind the sofa and pulled out a bottle of red fizzy liquid. I popped the bottle open a grabbed Morris' drink. I had gotten strawberry soda for us to drink so that Morris wouldn't notice a difference in taste or color. He had almost finished his present cup full of soda so I filled it back up, half with soda and half with my secret weapon, cherry flavored magnesium citrate. For those who don't know what that is, I put it like this. My mom used to always keep a bottle of this stuff in the refrigerator for whenever she felt a little backed up, if you know what I mean. She would give some to me too and I swear it would feel like I was dying. I would be in the bathroom all fucking day on the toilet. This was not just a diuretic. This shit would have you letting go of shit you ate when you was two years old. I figured that if Morris drinks this, he would have no time to try to sex me up or down. And just in case one bottle didn’t do the trick, I bought two bottles worth which should have him all tied up for the weekend.
By the time he came back, I had put away the bottle again. He sat right back down with an envelope in his hand.
"I refreshed your drink, baby. I saw you were low."
"Awww, thank you, babe." He grabbed his cup and took a big gulp. His face scrunched up for a second. Oh shit, could
"Hey baby," he said as soon as he saw me. He walked over and gave me a quick peck.
"Miss me?"
"Of course I did. I have been lonely here without you."
"Anyone interested in your songs yet?"
"I know that they have been shopped around. I know Nari mentioned something about Trey Songz and Mario‘s camps getting hold to them."
"Oh, Nari must be wearing your ass out, huh?”
"Not more than usual." I think my discomfort level must have been apparent in my voice. But then again, if it was, Morris did not seem to notice. He just walked back to his room to put his stuff away.
"So babe, I was thinking we could just order in today and have a day alone. Just me and you," he called back from the room. "Sounds good?"
"Yeah. I think that sounds like a plan. I will order some Chinese takeout."
"Great! Remember to get a two liter of something to drink too because I know you have drank up everything in the house while I was gone."
I made the phone call to the Chinese place and we had our food within thirty minutes. We sat on the floor in the living room to eat and talk. One thing that I could always say about Morris and I, was that we enjoyed each other’s' company. We could sit around and talk about absolutely nothing for hours and not get bored. Today was no exception.
"What's Love Got to Do With It or The Color Purple?"
"What? How can I choose between the two of them?"
"Come on," Morris egged me on. "You made me pick between Fresh Prince of Bel Air and Martin."
"Yeah and I do believe your answer was A Different World."
"And? I liked that show more than either one of those shows you named."
"But it didn't answer the question."
"Fine! Fresh Prince. Now answer my question!" I thought for a minute about that one. I mean, come on. Those are two classic movies. To properly answer the question, I had to pull out my acting skills and do my best imitation.
"I 'members that day in the store with Miss Millie. I's feelin' real down. I's feelin' mighty low." I tried to hold in my laughter as I recited Oprah's lines from The Color Purple. Morris joined in as I finished the scene. "And when I seed you, I knowd they is a God. I knowd they is a God." We both bust out into laughter. Once our chuckles subsided, Morris excused himself to fetch something out the room. I knew that this was the time to carry out my plan.
I quickly fetched a bag from behind the sofa and pulled out a bottle of red fizzy liquid. I popped the bottle open a grabbed Morris' drink. I had gotten strawberry soda for us to drink so that Morris wouldn't notice a difference in taste or color. He had almost finished his present cup full of soda so I filled it back up, half with soda and half with my secret weapon, cherry flavored magnesium citrate. For those who don't know what that is, I put it like this. My mom used to always keep a bottle of this stuff in the refrigerator for whenever she felt a little backed up, if you know what I mean. She would give some to me too and I swear it would feel like I was dying. I would be in the bathroom all fucking day on the toilet. This was not just a diuretic. This shit would have you letting go of shit you ate when you was two years old. I figured that if Morris drinks this, he would have no time to try to sex me up or down. And just in case one bottle didn’t do the trick, I bought two bottles worth which should have him all tied up for the weekend.
By the time he came back, I had put away the bottle again. He sat right back down with an envelope in his hand.
"I refreshed your drink, baby. I saw you were low."
"Awww, thank you, babe." He grabbed his cup and took a big gulp. His face scrunched up for a second. Oh shit, could
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