Just imagine, you have went this up and down "friendlationship" (yes I just made that word up) and it was the best and worse situation you have ever experienced in your life. You were in love with this person. Hell, you don't even know if you still are but certainly know they still hold a place in the spot where your heart used to be. You didn't mean to fall for them but you did. Small things remind you of this person and when it ended you were a ball of emotions. When you talked to them, tears masked your face but in front of friends too tough to say you were hurt so played the "fuck them" card. You slowly progress taking the steps to getting over them and then everythings cool until you find yourself saying "What the fuck?!"
Laying in bed and my cell starts to ring beside my head. I don't understand why the hell people figure they can hit me up early in the morning. I guess because they know I'm up around 8 but so what!! Any how, it's my home boy and he like "What's good for the day?" I got the day off, the weather is in my favor today, and I'm just in a good ass mood so we decide to hang out. Getting ready, I let my mind drift off to somebody I haven't been trying to think about but I quickly just brush it off and continue on. Homeboy shows up and my door round 9-10ish so I gotta skip the extra glam factor of the day to leave. As we are riding we making jokes, conversating (I know it's not a real word), and listening to this hot underground artist. Quick glances as I take in my surrounds noticing everything looks extra familar and I remember why. We were heading to his house. Damn.
As were pulling up, my mood kind of shifted. I kept having to laugh at the situation to keep myself from choking his life out and besides he was the one driving. He already knew if I knew we were going to his house, I would have opted to say home. I wasn't planning on seeing him any time this summer while he was home from school. Of course I used the line, "Well hopefully we run into each other," bullshit like I really meant any word of what I said. Homeboy and I had this conversation before about all of us hanging out together as friends and I told him that was not going to be an option because I can't deal with it right now. I'm trying to move on and up without regressing into a state of depression. Before stepping out of the car, homeboy looks at me and says "You straight." Even if I wasn't, I won't about to be no punk so I said yea and got out the car following right behind him to the entrance of this house of memories. A rhythmic knock on the door and less than a minute later it was opened. Suprise, suprise! He didn't even know I was coming just like I didn't know I was going to be there.
I stepped in, said good morning to everybody and took a seat. Not many words to say on my end because one I was still in a state of shock like "what the hell am I doing here?" Once there, I figured we wouldn't be there long but next thing I know his mom is cooking breakfast for everyone and it was two hours later. That two hours turned into four as we sitting around looking at each other as they are waiting for me to come forth with some type of words to let them know I'm coherent. "Are we friends Tee-Tee? Because I'm not feeling the connection," he says. I felt like I was in an episode of THE GAME playing Melanie and he Derwin. I'm thinking where are the damn camara's and who wrote this script because this is not a funny episode.
