#Sevyn Streeter FF

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Photographs | A Dave East & Sevyn Streeter Short

Angry wasn’t the word. Falon was livid, but that was more so due to the fact her day was shitty and now to top it off she was locked out of her apartment. How she had managed to misplace her keys was beyond her because she definitely had them when she had left the apartment this morning. Of course, her good for nothing roommate wasn’t home and didn’t care to answer her phone or respond back to any of her text messages that her iPhone marked as delivered. The cheery on top of  the cake, she had to use the bathroom. Hearing footsteps she looked up from her spot on the floor. It wasn’t her roommate, but her next door neighbor. They only knew each other in passing, occasionally throwing a smile each others way along with some general pleasantries, but that was the extent of their relationship. That was gonna change today all in the name of Falon not peeing on herself.

  “Can I use your bathroom? I’m locked out and I don’t -”

  “Yeah, ma.”

 “It’s Falon,” she said correcting him.

 These NY dudes and their slang. The term ma irked her soul because for one she was no one’s mother. Try explaining that to them and they’d fill your head with lies about how it was a term of endearment. Silly niggas.

  Rising from her spot on the floor he opened the door with Falon behind him. Her eyes took in his apartment, immediately noting the different layout his held. She was kinda jealous. His apartment was much nicer and no doubt his rent showed that.

 “Bathroom’s right there.” He said pointing her in the direction.

 “Thanks. Can you hold this for me real quick?”

He turned to find her holding out her camera bag. He took it from her and she ran off as if she was in a marathon. He shook his head as a chuckle escaped his lip before he found his way into the kitchen, placing her bag down on the counter. Taking off his jeans jacket he threw it over one of the barstools before aimlessly rummaging through the fridge, but nothing appealed to his taste right now. Fuck it! He went into the master bedroom and retrieved a pre rolled blunt. He’d smoke after home girl left. Exiting his bedroom was the exact moment she exited the bathroom. She glanced in his direction as he approached her and silently they walked to the kitchen where he had left her things.

 “Thank you so much. You are a life saver.”

 “No problem.” He responded.

   “Well let me get out of your hair.” She removed her camera bag from the counter and got ready to leave. She didn’t know where Lauren was but at this point she knew the girl wasn’t coming back and she’d probably needed to start scrolling through her contacts to find arrangements for the night.

 “Just chill here till your people come back.”

 “I couldn’t. You look like you’ve had a long day and wanna unwind. I don’t wanna impose.”

 “You’re not. Besides I’d feel like an asshole sending you back into the hallway to just wait around. At least wait around and be comfortable.”

 What if Lauren didn’t show up till the AM and what if no one was able to take her in for the night? Besides she was all in this mans personal space and didn’t even know his damn name.  

 “I don’t even know your name an-”

 “Dave.”

 “Dave, I’m all in your space and knowing my roommate her ass isn’t showing up until the morning. I just really feel like - ”

 “Ma,” Falon shot him a glare even though she was really in no position to do so “Falon, you’re good. I got a spare bedroom. You could leave in the morning once your roommate gets here.”

 “Why are you doing this?”

 “I mean if you really want you could go back to waiting in the hallway.” He responded.

 “I’m sorry. I just –“ ‘Stop overthinking Falon not everyone is an asshole,’ She chastised herself. “Thank you Dave. I appreciate it.”

 It felt like that’s what she’d been saying all night.

 “Do you mind?” He asked holding up the blunt. Sure he was in his home and truly could do whatever the fuck he wanted with no regards, but now he had a guest to accommodate and no matter how much he wanted the stresses of the day to roll off his shoulder he didn’t want to be rude.

 “Before you do that can I ask you something. You’ve already been gracious enough and this might be asking for too much, but I might as well shoot my shot, right?”

 His eyebrows rose in confusion. Was she hitting on him?

 “Can I snap a few pictures of you for my photography class? You just have this unique look about you which is funny even coming out my mouth.”

  “Word?” He asked intrigued by her words.

 “Yeah.” She said as she pulled out her camera. “Typically a guy like you isn’t my cup of tea, but it’s just something about you and I’m not sure I could pinpoint it.”

 “A guy like what?” He hoped some ignorant shit didn’t come out her mouth or he just might go off.  

  “Heavily tatted. Never been my style. Always liked a few tattoos here and there but on you it really works. Not to mention I like my coffee black, no milk, no sugar.”

 He chuckled before speaking up.  “Where you want me?”

 “We can go back to my –” Before she could finish her sentence the reality of her situation sank in and she let out a groan. She was going to kill Lauren. At least she had her camera bag and could swap out a few lenses if needed.  Glancing around she pinpointed the couch. They could set up some nice shots there.She walked over to the couch and Dave sat down getting comfortable. Falon quickly got herself set up and now she was ready.

 “Test shot.” She took a photo and quickly reviewed it on her camera. She made the appropriate adjustments to the setting.  Nodding everything was a go.

 “Look natural. Don’t think about it.” She said before the camera hid her face and she began taking pictures.

 A few seconds later she stopped. He looked like he was thinking and it turn it was showing on camera. Removing the camera from her face she spoke up.

 “Don’t look at the camera. Look pass me. You have really intense eyes and that can definitely help these photos out.”

 She went back to snapping and he was doing much better this go round. She knew she had some great shots and if kept up the work this would really help her out with classwork. Her professor criticized her work and that had been in her head all day, but she was letting it go and knew these pictures would prove him wrong.

 “Can you stand for me?” Falon asked and Dave did as requested. She looked around before going to kitchen and grabbing his jacket he had on earlier. Crossing the room she hadned it to him.

“Sorry. I just need to switch it up a little bit with a slightly different look. I’m going to move around a little. Try and follow the camera around a little bit. You don’t necessarily have a move around but adjust yourself accordingly.”

 She went back to snapping managing to catch a few shots of him putting on the jacket. This time she utilized the space moving around the space so she could get different angles and looks. This man had some real talent even if he didn’t recognize it. Maybe her photos could show him a different side of himself he didn’t even realized her possessed. 

 Placing the camera down she began looking through the photos.

 “How far do your tattoos extend?”

 “Both arms, my neck and a few pieces of my chest and abdomen. Why?” He asked though he already had an idea of where she was going with it.

 “Would you mind?” The shirt flew over his head and Falon had to keep herself from drooling. Why did she find this man so fine? He wasn’t her cup of tea, or coffee, but maybe he could be her water to cure all this thirst she suddenly had. Moving around his naked back now greeted her from the opposite side of the couch. It was such a contrast from the front that was ink filled.

 “Wow. Do you plan to do anything to your back?”

 “Eventually when I think of something good.”

 “Can you hold your arms out straight? “

 She took a few shots before she asked him to turn around and instructed him on what she wanted to accomplish in these last few shots. She wanted his tattoos to stand out though his abs had no problem calling attention to themselves. Upon taking the final shot she began going through her photos and she knew she had enough material to work with for class.

 She removed her iPhone from her back pocket and snapped a picture. Portrait mode along with that depth effect doing wonders for her photo.

 “Wait, what’s that for.”

 “My personal stash.”

 “Oh really. What you bout to do with it?”

 “Keep your ear close to the wall tonight and find out.” She said before heading in the direction of his spare bedroom. “Goodnight.” She yelled before he heard the door. He shook his head laughing to himself. Shorty was a trip.

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01|A Bad Situation

Even though I was almost two months into my third year of medical school my body still found it difficult to adjust to the hours I was putting in like now. My eyes felt heavy and the steady beating of the rain against the hospital window wasn't proving helpful to my current situation. Attempting to keep up my grades, I was doing some reading on the conditions I had come across with patients during rounds this morning, but all I really wanted to do was sleep. A yawn escaped my Ruby Woo painted lips before my phone nearly startled me as it vibrated against my leg.

I was thankful I was in the M3-M4 lounge and not on the floor with my attending physician. Fishing the iPhone out my pocket my face scrunched up in confusion as I registered the caller. It was Shayla: my cousin. Our relationship hadn't been the same over the last few years. We went from speaking just about every day to not really speaking at all so I couldn't fathom why she'd be calling me, but nonetheless, I exited the lounge not wanting to disturb anyone else as I answered my phone.

“Hello?”

“You need to get down to Methodist hospital right now. I'm here with your mother.”

“Wait what! Is she okay? What happened?”

“She’s in surgery. Trinity please just get down here.”

The familiar beep let me know the call ended and I couldn't gather my things fast enough as I went to find my resident and let them know of my sudden family emergency. I ran as fast my feet would carry me and caught the first cab I could get into. Any other day I would have gotten on the subway to get me to Brooklyn, but the hour long ride wasn't going to cut it today: not while my mother was sitting in the hospital and I had no idea what was going on.

As the cab drove through the busy streets of New York City my mind kept running over different scenarios. I hadn't gotten a chance to see her this morning because when I left she was still in bed, but up to last night she'd been just fine so what could have gone wrong while I was at school. What could be wrong that she’d be in surgery? My mind was spinning and it didn't help that I didn't have any information besides the fact I needed to haul ass. The salty liquid left my eyes causing me to wipe at my face as I pulled my phone from my pocket.

I wanted to call Shayla back, but if she wasn’t willing to give me answers before I knew she wouldn’t give them to me now and honestly I wasn’t sure if I could handle the information I was seeking in my fragile state. So instead of dialing her number, I hit my second favorite contact and placed the phone to my ear. Upon hearing my best friends voice I didn’t even give him our usual stupid greeting.

“Caleb, mama is in the hospital,” My voice shaky.

“What? Is she okay?”

“I don’t know.” As the words fled my lips I felt a sense of hopelessness leave with them causing a sob to push its way through.

“Calm down baby girl. Don’t get yourself worked up until you know any thing for sure. Where are you now?”

“I’m in a cab on my way to Methodist.”

“I’ll meet you there and I know you’re stressing yourself out. Stop it! Mama is going to be fine.”

The line disconnected and though I knew his words were sincere I still couldn’t stop my brain from getting ahead of itself. I could feel the driver looking at me from the rear view mirror, but I had no shame as I continued to let everything out not caring that I was embarrassing myself in the back of this cab. Pulling up to a red light he handed me some tissues and I mumbled a barely audible thank you before dabbing at my face.

“You’re welcome beautiful. Keep it positive.”

The trip from the Lower East Side to Brooklyn didn't take too long considering it was rush hour and upon overhearing my situation the driver put a little peep in his step. Pulling up to Methodist I was pretty much out the cab before it could come to a complete halt.  Upon entering I wasted no time asking for directions to get where I needed to be. The elevator doors let me out on the third floor and I immediately spotted Shayla, but she wasn’t alone. By her side was her fiancé Brandon. It wasn’t that I disliked him I just didn’t know him very well and that was partially to blame on the lack of communication between Shayla and myself. Had we been close like we once were I’m sure things would be different. Rushing over to them I skipped over the formalities.

“Tell me what’s going on.” My tone demanding.

With tears in her eyes and trembling lips, Shayla looked up at me and immediately I could spot how uncomfortable she was and maybe that’s why she didn’t oblige with my request. Instead, it was Brandon who gave me the 411.

“She’s still in surgery, and the doctors haven’t given us much word yet, except they believe she had a stroke.”

“A stroke?” I asked in disbelief. “How?” My question was rhetorical because I didn’t expect Shayla or Brandon to have those answers, but why didn’t I notice something. Maybe because stroke symptoms weren’t exactly obvious and I’d never heard her complain about said symptoms. That could’ve been it or perhaps it had something to do with me spending most of my day at a hospital worrying about everyone else’s issues but my own. Was I not the girl with six figures worth of debt all in pursuit of a career in medicine, yet I couldn’t see problems in my own household or with my own mother? I was already failing.

Plopping down in the seat next to Shayla I buried my face into my hands as I found myself crying again. My emotions were getting the best of me again and I absolutely hated it. I felt a hand on my back offering comfort, but the touch felt forced and it made my sense of anxiety even higher. With my tear filled eyes, I looked over to Shayla as I shrugged away from her touch, feeling myself growing angry and frustrated.

“Don't touch me.” I spat.

“Excuse you?”

“You heard me.”

“Let's get something straight I don't need to be here. That isn't my aunt or mother in that operating room. And FYI had I not found her she'd probably be on her way to the coroner’s office you ungrateful brat.”

“Ungrateful? When my father was around she was your aunt, right? When your mother did -” I got ready to tell her something she might not be too fond of hearing, but someone calling my name stopped me from reading her for filth.

“Trinity.”

Looking to the caller of my name I got out my seat and engulfed Caleb in a hug. His touch on my back was one of security. It felt soothing as I cried into his shirt while he attempted to hush my cries. Pulling away from me he held my face as the pads of thumb removed stray tears from my face.

“She had a stroke. What am I going to do if she doesn’t pull through? I can’t lose her, Caleb. I can’t go through that pain of losing a parent again.”

Almost eight years ago I’d lost my father to coronary artery disease. I knew he was watching over mama and me, but it wasn’t the same thing as him being here. I missed our car rides where we’d drive around aimlessly talking about any and everything. The only cap and gown he’d seen me in were my high school one. He wasn’t there to see my biggest accomplishment thus far: graduating from NYU with my bachelors of science in biochemistry.  Even though it’d been so long I still thought about him and tried to honor his memory.

“I know. Mama’s a fighter. She’s gonna make it and the first thing she’s going to do is whoop your ass for doubting her.”

A chuckle escaped our lips. I appreciated his efforts to cheer me up with everything going on.

Taking a seat, we began playing the waiting game hoping to hear some good news.

-

The three hour surgery felt like it had lasted forever, but the doctors finally emerged to update us on my mother's condition

“So Mrs. St. James suffered a hemorrhagic stroke caused by a brain aneurysm. We were able to stop the bleeding from the aneurysm, but there might some side effects from the stroke. With the stress of her stroke we had no choice, but to put her into a medically induced coma. We’ll be monitoring her.  For now, her condition is critical but stable. “

My mouth felt dry as words failed to form. How was I supposed to respond to that? She was alive and I was grateful, but she was in a coma. What was I going to do without my mama?

“Can we allow her daughter to visit her for a few minutes?” Caleb spoke up.

“Certainly. We encourage you to talk to her.”

My feet felt like they were stuck to the floor, but I somehow found it in me to move forward and follow the doctor my mother's room in the ICU.

She looked to be in a deep sleep, but I knew it was more than that. I didn't even bother taking a seat bed side; I instantly took a hold of her hand.

“Mama, I need you so you have to snap out of this. You can not leave me.”

Casting my gaze to the ceiling I was attempting to keep my tears at bay.

“You have to watch me graduate from med school and start my residency. We have to argue about where I'm going to pursue my residency. We aren't done yet. Our story isn’t done. We still have so much to discuss. I just... I love you, mama.”

There was so much more I wanted to say, but she’d hear it when she woke up from this coma. Placing a kiss on her forehead I exited the room and walked right into Caleb’s arms.

“Let’s go,” I said.

Taking one last look at Shayla I shook my head as Caleb and I headed to the parking lot.

Music poured from the speakers of Caleb’s Maxima, but other than that the car ride was silent. I was all in my head over analyzing trying to put my medical knowledge to the test, but it wasn’t doing anything for me. Taking a deep breath, I repeated the words said to me earlier.

‘Keep it positive.’

The familiar white and blue brownstone house came into view before the car came to a stop.

“Do you want me to stay the night?”

“No, it’s okay Caleb. Thank you though. I appreciate the offer.” I gave him a small smile before placing a kiss on his cheek.

Exiting the vehicle Caleb didn’t pull off until I made it inside. I immediately went to shower hoping for it give me a more relaxed state of mind and it did exactly that as I had come out half an hour later. Getting comfortable in the living room I attempted to get some studying done, but that was useless especially with my stomach grumbling letting me know I should feed myself.

Searching the fridge, I pulled out yesterday's leftovers which consisted of breaded pork chops, baked potatoes, and a side of veggies. Heating it up I sat at the dining room table, but even with me being as hungry as I was my appetite wasn’t there.

Memories of Mama and I preparing the food flooded my head. We were happy and laughing as we cracked jokes. Now, what if this was the last time I had one of her meals?

I couldn’t do this to myself and I wouldn’t. I would not drive myself crazy and throw a pity party. Mama wouldn’t want me to so I decided to take Caleb’s offer, but it wasn’t him I was inviting over. Picking up my phone I dialed an old friend up knowing he’d find the perfect way to keep me occupied.

“Finally figuring out how the phone works?”

“Tristian, I need you to come over.”

#Trey Songz FF #Sevyn Streeter FF #Trey Songz Fanfic #Sevyn Streeter Fanfic #Trey Songz Fic #Sevyn Streeter Fic #Trevyn Fanfic #Trevyn FF #Trevyn Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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Before I Do

Sevyn Streeter & Kofi Siriboe FF

The thing is that love gives us a ringside seat on somebody else’s flaws, so of course you’re gonna spot some things that kinda need to be mentioned. But often the romantic view is to say, ‘If you loved me, you wouldn’t criticize me.’ Actually, true love is often about trying to teach someone how to be the best version of themselves. 

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[wheniloveya-ff]

WhenILoveYa-FF: Chapter 46

Rita

Waking up for the funeral was the hardest thing that I ever had to do. For the past week, I had been walking around like a zombie. How could she be gone? We were just with her. I had spent so much time trying to figure out my love life, I didn’t realize that I had been neglecting my best friend. Crazy thing is, I think I’m all cried out. I can’t let out any more tears at this point, and believe me I’ve tried.

“Rita, are you okay?” Lauren pops her head into the bathroom of the church. Her eyes are puffy, and her nose as red and my eyes. “Your mom was looking for you.”

I push my hair behind my ear. “I’m just taking a breather. I needed to get away, you know.”

“I understand”, she says shutting the door behind her, “I just can’t believe she’s gone.”

Before I can reply, there is a knock at the door. My mom pops her head into the bathroom, with my nephew in her arms. Her face is red, and she has tears in her eyes. “Are you two okay? The eulogies are going on right now, and I thought you would like to say something.”

I nod, “We’re coming mom.” I give Lauren a look, and she grabs a hold of my hand. We walk out of the bathroom, heading into the plush layout of my best friend’s funeral. I will never get used to saying something like that. Everything is trimmed in pink or white, with an accent of silver. There are pictures of her all over the church, and a beautiful pink casket containing her body. She looks so beautiful. It always looks as if she is sleeping. Her hair is cascading around her, like a sea of locks, her glossy pink lips are full and shimmery, and her cheeks are as rosy as a summer morning. She looks so peaceful. I miss her so much.

“Rita!” I turn to see Mijo calling my name. “Come here girl!” He smiles pulling me into a hug. He holds me tight kissing the top of my head.

“How are you holding up?” I ask as we pull away from the hug. “Your eyes are bloodshot red.”

He shakes his head. “As good as any of us can. Robb had to step out for a while, he’s not handling this too well.”

“And Chris?” I ask with raised brows.

Mijo looks around. “I saw him getting dressed, but I don’t know where he’s at. You know he hates funerals, so he might be outside. Me and Keeis just been back here giving the family some space.”

I give Keeis a smile, and he does the same. I say my goodbye’s and head up to the front with my mom, sister, and the family. I slide into the pew and then Lauren. We sit and watch as the family says a few words about my best friend who is now gone.

 Chris

I sit in the very back, and avoid everyone. Funerals really make me uncomfortable. I see Rita up front, and she looks just as beautiful as ever. I would go up there, but I would just be in the way.

“Hello, are you a friend of the family?” an older lady says, taping me on the shoulder. “I’ve watched you looking at that group of youngsters this whole time.”

I nod, “Yes ma’am, I was very close with Sevyn.”

“Then why are you back here? Go up front with the family, I know they would love to see you.” She touches my cheek. “I know funerals are hard, but remember this is a time when those people up front need you the most. This is the last time you will see her. Go ahead and say goodbye.”

I smile at her standing. She gives me a hug, and sends me off on my way. I walk down the aisle, and the sight of Sevyn’s casket is closer and closer. I look from my left to right, as friends and family greet me, sending encouraging words my way. I pass Rita’s row, and can feel her eyes on me the entire time. I’m about 5 feet away from Sevyn, and it’s like something stops me. I can’t continue. I see her face, and she looks so…. alive. I’ve seen her sleep, and she looks the exact same way. She can’t be gone! She was so young. The guilty feeling in the pit of my stomach starts to boil. Did my uncle really do this?

I feel a hand grip my shoulder. “You can do this…” I look over to see my cousins and best friend.

“It’s gone be alright.” Mijo says to my left

“Let’s go say goodbye to our angel.” Keeis says leading the way.

I can’t take my eyes off of her, the closer we get. She looks just as beautiful as she always has. This girl hated me for a while, but she really did love Rita like a sister. She always wanted the best for her. I always appreciated that.

“Fuck man, why you have to take her.” Robb sighs, kissing her forehead. “Why can’t I just have her back?”

Keeis pulls him into the tightest hug. “It’s gone be okay big bruh, she in a better place now, away from this fucked up world.”

I step around them, and lean into the casket. “Hey beautiful...” I kiss her cheek, and I swear I see a smirk on her face. “How could anyone do this to you?” I ask as the tears fall from my eyes. “I will kill him for hurting you. I promise…”

 Lauren

Rita and I both tear up looking at the guys, and more so Chris, interact with Sevyn. We knew they had a rocky relationship, but underneath, we all knew they cared for one another. Seeing them break down caused Rita and I to do the same. “I need to excuse myself.” Rita says trying to stand. I’m on the verge of joining her until…

BOOM! (doors busting opening)

In walks Michael looking tore up. He’s in Nike sweats, he’s sobbing uncontrollably, and his “friends” are trying to hold him back. Everyone in the church is now looking his way as he comes down the aisle.

I make a disgusted face. “Oh no the hell he’s not pulling this shit!”

“Why!” he screams. “Sevyn!”

Her parents stand, tears streaming from their eyes. “It’s alright Michael, let it out.” Ms. Streeter speaks with open arms. “I know it hurts.” “I should have saved her! I took my time, and this is my fault. I know people who could have searched longer hours, and in more places.” He wails.

Rita’s face is filled with disgust. “I can’t believe he’s doing this?”

“He’s a monster…”  I say breathlessly as everyone coos over his “breakdown”. Sevyn’s mother holds him close to his chest as he stands at the front of the church, blaming himself for not “protecting her” when she went missing.

Her parents walk him to the podium, overlooking her body. He looks down upon her and tears stream from his face. He grabs the mic, and no one in the crew can believe the words coming from his mouth.

“I can’t believe she’s gone. I remember the days when… I know I hurt you Sevyn, but I always promised to protect you from this cruel world. I will make sure Trey pays for this shit! I will make sure he never sees the day of light again.” He wipes his sleeve over his face. “Look at all of your family and friends…” He stares Rita and I in the face with brows furrowed. “Justice has been served… I promise you that…”

“You evil bitch!” Rita stands looking him in the eye.

“Rita!” Mama E says trying to grab her arm, but she pulls away.

I follow in tow, shaking my head. “You sick, sick person...” I run after Rita, but she is walking too fast. “Rita, wait up…” I yell pushing open the large church doors.

She covers her face with her hands, pushing her hair out of her face. “Did you see that shit? He just made a funeral a complete joke!”

“It’s not right… He can’t do that, can he? Can he hurt Trey?” I ask completely confused about what just happened.

We see the guys walking out of the church. “Now some shit even I can’t stomach.” Mijo says taking off his suit jacket.

“I had to get out of there…” Robb says wiping his eyes. “I refuse to watch him make a joke out of her funeral. That shit ain’t right.” He says pulling out a blunt and lighting it.

I make a face. “At church?”

“God created the herb…” Keeis says taking the blunt from Robb

I look over at Chris who is getting into his truck. “Where are you going?”

He shakes his head. “Unk on some foul shit, and I can’t let it go down like this.”

“Chris, what are you saying?” I ask

He lets out a deep sigh, dropping his head. “I think Unk killed Sevyn...”

“Nah man, he wouldn’t do that shit! He’s crazy, but he wouldn’t kill nobody for nothing. Acting an ass to get attention, yes, but not killing her.” Robb says raising his voice. “You need to check your facts before spitting shit like that out to everybody.” He walks off, with Keeis following him.

He lets out a sigh cranking up his car. “Well I’ll see y’all later.”

“Wait!” I yell, knocking on his window. “I don’t think Trey should be in jail either. I know your uncle had something to do with this! We’re going with you.” He opens the door, and I look to Rita who is looking the other way. “You’re not coming?” I ask and she still doesn’t look our way.

She shakes her head. “No… I just want to go home.” She says walking away without making eye contact with me.

Chris hops on the road, and doesn’t speak for a while. I look at him, and he looks just as tore up as she does.

“What was that Chris? What’s going on with you two?” I ask  

He shakes his head and tears pour from his eyes. “I fucked up Lo, like really fucked up.”

I touch his shoulder. “I can’t be that bad, just talk to me.”

He takes a deep breath, and speaks softly. “Rita caught me having sex with Heather and India, and honestly, I think… I think I kind of want India … But I still love Rita… We just been spending so much time together, and I don’t know what I want anymore…”

I sit there with my mouth completely open. “Chris… You really did fuck up…”

 Chris

Text to India:

Hey, I really don’t know what to say. I have been feeling like shit since the moment I left things the way that I did. I didn’t mean to kick you out, and I didn’t want you to feel like just a random fuck. I care about you and your feelings. I would never do anything to hurt you. Please just talk to me. Something between us just felt…Perfect! Like we knew exactly what the other wanted and liked. Can you come by sometime today and just talk to me? I need you to just hear me out. I love you…

 Hope this helps.

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Thunder Buddies | A Dave East & Sevyn Streeter Short

Falon’s eyes refused to close as she constantly tossed and turned in an attempt to get comfortable.  Maybe it was because the bed she was in was unfamiliar to her or it could have been the rain beating against the window that wouldn’t allow her mind to shut down. Whatever it was she hoped Lauren was caught in this nasty storm as retribution for not showing up when Falon needed her. Okay she didn’t but she was really upset she had to go through everything she did tonight, even if it did result in some bomb ass pictures of fine ass Dave. Thunder and lightning cracked in the sky and Falon let out a scream, nearly falling out of the bed. Even at her age she didn't fuck with thunderstorms. It brought up bad memories and put her in a messed up head space.  Throwing the covers off her body she sat up trying to keep herself calm, but it felt like no use as her breathing grew heavier and her mind went into overdrive with memories she rather not revisit.

  She shook her head hoping it would stop the memories that seemed to be on a loop, but it was no use. Instead a batch of fresh salty tears trickled down her face. Caught in the throws of her panic attack she hadn’t even heard the knock on the door. It wasn’t until Dave was kneeling down in front of her enveloping her in his warmth that she began to comprehend what was happening.

“Ma, you gotta breathe.” His hands made contact with her bare back since she had managed to slip out of her shirt before she had fallen asleep. The soothing circles he made as he continually told her to breathe eventually got her back on track. Her breathing was back to normal with the exception of her hyperventilating as a side effect from the crying. Memories swarmed her head, but from past experience she knew it’d be a while before it went away. He helped her up and had her sit on the bed. He disappeared and Falon frowned. His presence had been welcomed especially since she wasn’t in her own home where she would have been better equipped to handle the situation on her own. Even the heat that left his body as he held her while calming her down was nice. It been a while that she’d gone through this with someone by her side.  Dave returned with a glass of water. She quickly chugged it down as if she hadn’t hand anything to drink in day before she placed the glass on the night table.

 “You good Falon?”

 She nodded her head afraid her voice would betray her if she spoke up.

 “Nah. I gotta hear you say it.”

 Swallowing the lump in her throat she spoke up completely ignoring his question, “Did I wake you up?”

  This was where the difference in their apartments showed. Lauren’s room was all the way on the other side of the apartment leaving Falon to deal with her own issues. Besides her and Lauren weren’t exactly best friends. They were civil and it worked for them to be roommates but she didn’t know if she could see Lauren talking her down through a storm.

 “Nah, but even if you did none of that matters. Just wanna make sure you’re alright.

 “Yeah. I just couldn’t sleep.” Falon admitted in an attempt to sweep the issue under the rug.

 His eyebrows rose in confusion. That couldn’t be why she was crying. As bold as she was a few lost hours of sleep couldn’t have this effect on her, but did he really wanna push the issue with her to find out what had her so triggered? They were still practically strangers and he didn’t know what would happen if he pushed hard enough. Walking over to the bed he pulled back the covers and laid down.

 “What are you doing?” She asked.

 “Helping you sleep. Maybe my body heat will get you settled. I don’t know but If you wanna talk it out I’ll listen and if you don’t wanna say a word and just lay here that’s cool too.”

 She hesitated before she brought her head to rest on his bare chest. Falon took a deep breathe to calm herself down but all she could get was Dave’s scent and she refused to torture herself like that if he insisted on helping her sleep. Instead she forced herself to breathe through her mouth as the two laid there in silence.

 “Not gonna lie ma that scream had me like damn shorty really came that hard thinking bout me?”

 Falon’s laughter filled the bedroom drowning out the sound of the horrid weather. “Shut up.” She barely managed to get out and in that moment Dave was happy he could shift her mood even if it was for a quick second. Falon’s laughter died down before she spoke up.

 “A couple years ago my brother and I had gotten into a car accident. The weather was just like this. The storm started outta nowhere. Even with the wind shield wipers going back and forth It was hard to see and the roads were slippery. We crashed and it was really bad. Bad to the fact that if I think hard enough I can still smell the blood from that night. I broke my arm but my brother had it much worse. He almost didn’t make it and I felt responsible like if I didn’t ask him to come it would of never happened but thank you for tonight. I haven’t had a panic attack in a while and although I’m sorta embarrassed I’m glad you were here to help me through it.”

 Silence mulled over the two as Dave took in her words. She didn’t have to share that information with him but she did and he appreciated it.

 “You can’t blame yourself for that, Falon.” He said as he glanced down at her frame.

 “I don’t… at least not anymore. It took a lot of therapy for me to get to that point but I accept it for what is. I’ll never know the reasoning but God doesn’t give us anything we can’t handle.”

 “Masha’Allah.”

 “Huh?”

 “It’s Arabic. Basically means God has willed it.”

 Falon sat up looking down at Dave in shock and he stared back at her, wanting to pull her in back in, in an attempt to retain her body heat and regain that feeling of closeness.

 “You’re Muslim?” You could hear the shock in her voice. At that he chuckled and nodded his head.

 “Wow! Honestly, that was the last thing I expected. Not gonna lie your skin tells a different story not to mention you lighting up.”

 “Let’s just say I learned the rules a little later than everyone else.” “Nah but seriously the religion brings discipline to my life and allows me to focus. It’s like a third eye just helping me guide my life and make good choices.”

 Falon nodded in understanding before she returned to her previous positon growing comfortable. Her eyes fluttered as she let out a small yawn.

 “Goodnight Superman.”

 “Goodnight Wonder Woman.”

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02|F Is For Friends...

“I’m outside.”

“I’ll be down in a minute.”

Looking in the mirror I took in my appearance making sure to take note of my face. There were no physical signs of my inner turmoil and I wanted to keep it that way. Throwing my hair over my shoulder I went to let Tristan in. Upon opening the door, I could feel his eyes roam over my figure as he licked his plump lips. I guess my denim shorts were doing something for him.

“Hey.” He reached out pulling me into a hug. The scent of his cologne invaded my nose as I relished in his touch. The moment of contact ceased as I stepped aside allowing him access to my home.

“Do you want anything to drink?” I asked.

“Nah, I’m good.”

I went to the kitchen anyway and grabbed myself a bottle of water. Returning to the living room I found Tristan had made himself quite comfortable. His shoes were off and he was channel surfing as if we were really going to be sitting here watching TV. After settling on some cartoons he turned to me.

“What’s up?”

“It’s August. You not hot as hell in that Brooklyn jersey?”

“Stop being a hater. You know I look good.”

“The only thing I know is you’re making me hot with that damn thing on. How about we take this off?”

Moving closer I wasted no time straddling his lap as I attempted to unbutton the first button, but he stopped me.

“Whoa, slow down Trinity. It’s been a minute since we’ve kicked it. You finally hit me up after all this time and now you’re just ready to have sex. What’s going on with you?”

“Shhh.” I said placing a finger on his lips. “I don’t wanna talk. I just want you to fuck me.” I whispered before kissing him.

My hands cupped his face in an effort to feel connected to him. He didn’t need to know what was going on with me all he needed to do was help me regardless if he realized it or not.

Flipping me over he detached our lips as he hovered over me.

“Trinity.” He growled. “You think I don’t know you. This isn’t you. Something is going on and I’m not going to ask you again.”

‘Damnit Tristan!’ Why did he have to be so damn persistent? Why couldn’t he just let it go?

Closing my eyes for a brief second I looked up at him. “Fine! Like you said it’s been a while and it just hit me how much I’ve missed you which is why I invited you over.”

Not exactly a lie, but undeniably not the whole truth: omission was key here. Pulling him closer to me I spoke up once more. “I just figured you'd miss me too," I said placing a peck on his lips with each word.

He just looked at me not saying a word and I didn't know whether to take that as a good thing or bad thing. Tristan wasn't lying when he said he knew me. It wasn’t like we had just become friends the other day. It had been seven glorious years between us so I was almost sure he could tell I was putting up a facade but he had no idea why. Just like he knew me, I knew him. I knew he had a soft spot for me even though I had treated him like shit once I found out. Once everything had gone downhill I took the initiative to place distance within our relationship and it seemed to serve its purpose, but after tonight if I had my way it could possibly all come crumbling down. I was willing to take that risk for a moment of sanity on my behalf.

I brought my lips to his ear as I whispered. “Please, Tristan. I need you.” I pleaded before my lips landed on his neck where I gently bit and sucked. Finding his lips once more there was no resistance as our warm tongues found each other in a hot, messy kiss. Our hands explored each other like it was our first time together. I frantically removed his jersey as if he was going to disappear from in front of me at any moment. I took a second to admire the body he’d spent countless hours building in the gym.

Dipping his head into the crook of my neck he sucked on the skin like he was trying to hurt me and I loved every second of it. The marks that would decorate my skin in the morning would be a reminder that this couldn't happen again. No matter how many times I told myself that we ended up right back here in the same position. It wasn’t that Tristan was bad for me. It was quite the opposite. I couldn't give myself to him the way he needed me to, but yet I had no problem using him for sex when I needed to get one off.

I let the thought go along with my shirt as he pulled it over my head. My bra was next as he took my nipple into his mouth. Moans flew from my lips from the sensations his warm tongue caused. He showed my other nipple the same attention before he continued to shower my body with kisses as he removed the barely there denim shorts I dawned.

"Look how wet you are for me." He said as he ran his hand over my pussy before inserting two fingers. His fingers moved in and out of me slowly, but effortlessly. He knew all the right spots to touch as my body continuously responded to him.

He was touching me but I wanted to be touching him and feeling him. My hands found his zipper and I wasted no time seeking out my prize. His dick stood at attention just ready for another wild night between us. As I stroked him in my hand my mouth couldn't help but water. The way he tucked his bottom lip in between his teeth made me wanna see what he'd do when it was my warm mouth instead.

My sounds of pleasure grew in volume, as my breathing got deeper. I was so close to the edge I could feel it and then all of a sudden nothing. His fingers stopped moving inside of me and when I opened my eyes to figure out what was the hold up he just stood there looking down at me with a stupid ass grin that I could smack right off his face.

"I had to get you warmed up."

I punched his chest and he just laughed.

"I'll make it up to you baby."

A slip of the tongue on his part, but I said nothing because I knew this game all too well.

"Condom?"

Shit. I forgot to bring one down.

"I left them upstairs."

A yelp escaped my lips as he scooped me up and headed upstairs to my bedroom. We kissed and groped each other like two horny teenagers the whole way there. Pulling a condom out my draw upon arrival he quickly opened it and shielded himself. Backing me into the bedroom door he hoisted my body against the wall as he lined up with my entrance and slowly pushed forward.

My body welcomed him as we collectively let out grunts. The cold wall against my hot skin felt wonderful. My nails ran over his back, not doing any damage yet. His strokes were nice and slow. They were deep allowing me to savor every inch of him.

"Oh yes. Just like that." I encouraged.

"You like these slow strokes?"

"Hmm Mhmm." I responded not able to coherently let him know how I was feeling.

"But I thought you wanted me to fuck you." He switched up pulling my body down onto his dick as he thrust into me harder knocking the wind right out of me.

"Is this how you want me to treat you?"

"Fuck, yes."

Moving over to the bed he placed me down pushing my knees as far as they could go before he pounded into me. The slapping of our skins could be heard along with how wet I was. I could almost see the satisfaction oozing from him knowing that he was giving me what I wanted.

He brought his palm down to my ass continuously and the stinging from it felt deliciously good as I moaned out his name.

Placing my hands on his chest, I attempted to slow down his strokes, but he simply swatted my hands away.

"You wanted this shit and now you gotta take it."

"I can't. I’m gonna cum."  I let out the loudest scream as my orgasm ripped through me. My body convulsed like none other as I tried to regain my composure but Tristan didn't care or give me time to recover.

Smack!

My ass stung once more.

"Turn that ass over and arch it up for me." I did exactly as told. Several seconds passed before he spread my legs and his lips began to greedily devour me.

"Oh my god!" I screeched almost falling out from the sudden contact. His tongue beat against my swollen clit like a boxer beating a punching bag. I had to scream into the pillow and that’s when another smack to the ass came.

"Don't hold that shit in. I wanna hear you." He mumbled against my hot skin before going back to work.

My hands clenched the sheets as I let everything out like I was speaking in tongues and it seemed and if he was the only one who understood me. His tongue gave me one last lick before he slipped back into my warm carven. A yelp left my lips as his hands yanked my hair. We were right back where we started with this fast hard hitting thrust that filled me up making me whimper in appreciation for him being here giving me just what I needed.

This is what I wanted: these moments of bliss to make me forget about the aching of my heart and so far it was doing exactly that.

Bringing my legs closer I smirked as he let out a hiss. My walls were hugging him quite snuggly and with the way, his strokes were growing sloppy and erratic meant he was almost ready to go. His hands found my swollen clit and began rubbing in circles.  I could feel those coils of pressure ready to pop at any second. No warning as I came all over the condom coating it in my juices. A few more matches for his strokes and he was letting out grunts of his own as he exploded into the condom. Getting out of the bed he returned a few minutes later all cleaned up. He pulled me into his side as we eventually fell asleep together.

—

The comfort I’d been seeking never came. I laid wrapped in his arms, but I couldn’t feel anymore disconnected from him. The sex had only temporarily taken my mind off things, but now the reality of my situation hit me in the face and it hit me quite hard. My mother was still in a coma fighting for her life and to make it worse I'd brought Tristan into the situation, making our situation all the more complicated. Everything from calling me baby to cuddling after sex was a recipe for disaster.

My alarm blared throughout the bedroom causing Tristan to groan and pull my body closer as his snores permeated the air once more. Extending my hand, I hit the snooze button before untangling our limbs. Sitting up I stretched as the cold air hit my naked body. His grumbles filled the air before the bed moved.

“It’s 4 in the morning Trin.”

“Okay. Don’t act like you don’t know I have to get to school.” I said getting up as I looked for clothes to wear. I could feel his eyes watching my naked frame.

“How much longer are we going to do this?”

“Do what Tristan?”

It was too early for this redundant conversation. There was never a resolve so I was almost sure he just liked hearing the sound of his own voice when it came to this particular matter.

“This shit. You know how I feel –” Turning around I held my hand up cutting him off.

“And that’s where you fucked up. No one told you to catch feelings. You knew what the agreement was.”

“Clearly you feel some type of way too. No one is going to fuck someone they’re not feeling. Maybe if this was a one night stand I’d be saying some other shit, but we haven’t spoken in how long and now you’re hitting me up and on my dick.”

A scoff left my lips.

“And you still can’t get enough of this pussy unless you would’ve brought your ass home and left me the fuck alone! Don’t play with me Tristan cause I’m not them little girls you can speak to  however you feel like it.”

A chuckle left his lips before I heard movement coming from the bed.

“Watch your mouth! You the one getting crazy and you think I’m not about to buck back. Nah fuck that. I’m tired of playing this game with you. You’re being a brat and I’m not about put up with this shit.”

There was that word again: brat. But that wasn’t even that part that hurt. It was the fact that I needed to admit to myself that his words held some truth. Instead of allowing him to see the effect his words had I went to the linen closet and retrieved a towel. Returning to my bedroom I threw it at him.

“You’re more than welcome to shower if not lock the door on your way out.”

Leaving him with my parting words I went to prepare for my day.

-

These past five days had probably been the most difficult in my life. My mother was still in a coma and school was stressing me out.  With my mom’s situation, it was taking a toll on me and that trickled down to my school work. I couldn’t focus long enough to actually study. We were getting ready to move into our next rotation and had just wrapped up shelf exams. I know I hadn’t been on my P&Q’s and my attending physician took had taken notice because I was sitting in her office.

“Trinity, how’s everything going?”

Did he want the truth or bullshit?

“Considering everything pretty good.”

“Well if that’s the case can we talk about your shelf exam score? You’ve been doing well so far so to say the results of these are disappointing is an understatement.”

He handed me the test and I’d managed to get a 60%. I didn’t feel super positive about the test, but I didn’t expect to bomb it the way I did.

“Do I have to retake the entire rotation? What does the mean for me moving forward? Dr. Michaels I-”

“Relax Trinity.” Dr. Michaels said with a chuckle. “This failure isn’t going to determine your worth. You won’t have to retake the rotation and you’ll have a chance to retake the exam in a month. You’re a smart girl and I see an extremely promising future for in whatever field you choose to pursue.  You can talk to me, Trinity. I was in your shoes and I remember what it was like.”

“Thank you, Dr. Michaels. Things have been a little rough the last few days with my mom still in the hospital, so when I’m not here at Bellevue I’m at Methodist but I’ll be back on my A game soon enough. I’ve come too far to let this define me.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your mother. I don’t know the dynamics of her case, but I’m sure she’ll pull through.”

“Thank you.”

Letting me go I exited his office to immediately feel my phone vibrating.  

“Hello.”

“Hi, it’s Doctor Adams. Am I speaking to Trinity St. James?”

My chest felt tight. Per my request, I had asked him to call me if there was a change in my mother’s condition. For the sake of everything, I was praying he was going to deliver good news.

“Yes, this is she.”

“I’m calling to let you know your mother condition has improved. She’s woken up from her coma.”

“I’ll be there soon. Thank you so much.”

—

Excitement buzzed through my veins as I practically ran through the hallways. Rounding the corner, I bumped right into a man sending the hot drink in his hand right to his jacket.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”

I began wiping at his shirt as if my hands were going to magically get the stain out.

“It’s alright ma. It’s just a jacket.”

Looking up at him he threw a smile at me and I was glad he wasn't upset. Rummaging through my bag I pulled out my wallet and retrieved a ten dollar bill.

"Here," I said handing it to him. He could at least get a new cup of whatever he was drinking and the rest could go towards his dry cleaning.

"Nah you good."

"It's the least I can do for sending your cup flying all over you."

"How bout you do me one better and join me?"

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I averted my gaze to the floor.

"As flattered as I am I have to get to someone."

He nodded in understanding. "Well don't let me keep you."

I gave him a small wave as I walked off and headed in the direction of my mother's room. Placing a small knock on the open door I stepped forward. A smile immediately covered my face seeing my mother up and running.

"Hi, mama."

"Hi, baby." I immediately took notice of her slurred speech.

Walking over to her bedside I grabbed the nearby seat and pulled it closer before making myself comfortable. Taking a hold of her hand the room stayed silent. The tears broke free from my sealed eyelids why momma just ran her hand through my hair in an attempt to soothe me.

"Mama I was so scared. These last few days without you have been the worst."

The saying you don't know what you got until it's gone rang true. Don't get me wrong I didn't take my mother for granted, but coming home to an empty house had been something new for me. It threw me off my game, but now that mama was back everything would return to its state of normalcy minus her stroke recovery time.

Hearing footsteps I turned my head to see Dr. Adams entered the room.

"Hello, Trinity."

"Hi, Doctor Adams."

"Unfortunately, we won't be discharging her tonight. I still want to watch over a little bit before sending her home to you. From the few test, they've run it seems the left side of her brain suffered a bit of damage which is where the slurred speech is coming from. I'm sure speech therapy will help with that. We've also noticed she can move her legs but she can't walk. Seems like the leg muscles were weakened with the stroke so she's also going to need some intensive physical therapy."

With each word fleeing his lips it felt like someone was stabbing my heart and twisting the knife. My mother was my everything and to see her suffer, hurt. She'd need all this help, but how was I suppose to give her that when medical school was taking over my life. I wiped at my face trying my best not to break down in the middle of this hospital room.

"All that aside if everything else turns out good to go she'll be home in no time."

“Thank you, Dr. Adams.”

Trying not to dwell on everything Dr. Adams said we just held a typical conversation. When she was ready to really dive into everything going on I would oblige but for now, I just wanted to enjoy quality time with my mama.

Visiting hours were up and I was on my way out to go start studying and attempting to eat. Tear stains still decorated my face. I’d done my best to keep it together while in front of mama, but now everything was getting to me all over again. The news Doctor Adams delivered was news I should’ve been delivering to “my” patients.

“Hey.”

Halting my steps, I turned to see the stranger I’d bumped into earlier. A wave of embarrassment washed over me. I probably looked a hot mess, but yet he still wanted to talk to me.

“Hey,” I replied.

“I really think you should make that cup up to me. Let me buy you some ice cream. There’s a Haagen Dazs shop like 5 minutes away.”

Alarms should’ve gone up, but they didn’t. I didn’t know how to handle my emotions. Instead of tackling them on my own I depended on other people to help me cope.

“Sure.”

Entering the elevator, we rode in silence. It wasn’t until we exited that we broke it.

“Name’s Jamal by the way.”

“Trinity. It’s nice to meet you circumstances aside.”

He chuckled and I managed to take him in immediately noting he towered over my 5’6 frame. His caramel skin along with his neatly trimmed facial hair was winning me over. Not to mention that smile was killer and I was a sucker for them.

“I look and feel like shit, but for whatever reason, you’re still asking me out. I’m flattered.”

“I’d have to disagree and that’s honestly all the more reason it’s a good idea you’re letting me take you out. I’ll put you in better spirits.”

“Is that so?”

“Sure is.”

We walked again in silence as I mulled over his words. I hadn’t been out in forever and Jamal seemed nice enough. School was all I knew and I did deserve a little break especially with everything going on even if that included some time out to treat my sweet tooth. The humid summer air hit our skin as we stepped outside and I immediately wanted to backtrack into the hospital.

The walk over we made conversation and it wasn’t awkward considering we were two strangers. The minute we entered the shop I was grateful it wasn’t crowded and the air conditioner was kicking.

“Sir you’re starting this friendship off all wrong. That walk was definitely longer than 5 minutes.”

“Friendship. I like that sound of that.”

“Oh God! Your head doesn’t need to get any bigger.”

“Hey,” Jamal said feigning offense. “My mama said I would grow into it.”

I let out a laugh that I didn’t know I needed.

“There goes that pretty smile.”

I bit my lip as I placed my hair behind my ears at his compliment. Trying a few samples, we finally decided on what flavors we wanted. We sat down and conversation flowed. Almost an hour later we were still in the shop ice cream melted and all.

“Let me get you outta here, med school. Need you alert in the morning.”

It was getting pretty late by my standards since I was waking up at the crack of dawn most days. Disposing of our trash we exited the ice cream shop.

“So considering how great tonight went I definitely would like to get your number.”

“Great? It was alright.” I said hiding my smile.

“You like to play hard, dontchu?

“I don’t know, you tell me,” I said with a look of contemplation as I toyed with the pop socket on the back of my phone.

“Damn it’s like that?” Jamal asked?

I laughed handing over my phone. He shook his head as his tongue ran over his lips before he put his number in. Once my phone was back in my possession I hailed a cab. Getting in I rolled the window down.

“Goodnight Jamal.”

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