Chapter V
Long Long Long, Yards... But;;;
Young awoke with a start a few hours later. It was about 5 P.M. That staying up all night stuff always caught up with him. In all his excitement about orientation, he had forgotten that I he’d neglected to sleep the night before. Theo looked well rested when we saw him.
Some guys get all the luck.
Young got up to check his phone and saw that he had five missed calls and three voicemails. He had missed calls from his Mom, his sister Serenity, Angelica, Russ, and BrisQuo.
You have three new messages:
Message one:
BEEP
Mama: Hey Young, this is Mom calling. Just calling to make sure that you made it there safely. I hope you all had a safe trip to the Orientation...
Message deleted.
Message two:
BEEP
Angelica: Hey baby! I miss you. I hope your ride to Austin was good and the Light-Skinned Nigga Coalition isn’t hot on your trail! I hope you have a great time and I can’t wait to hear all about it.
Message saved.
Message three:
BEEP
Russ: Hey Bro, this Russ. We tried to wake your ass up.
(BrisQuo: Tell him get his bitch ass up!)
Russ: BrisQuo said get your bitch ass up. We over here about to go grab some food at the Food Spot. Get up and come eat nigga.
Young checked the time of the message; it was about 20 minutes ago.
I could still catch them.
He got up, washed his Face, and brushed his teeth. As he stared in the mirror, he looked back at a recharged face and body ready for action. He searched through his case blindly for a hand towel to wash his face, and then settled on using the towel BrisQuo had at the end of his bed.
He held the towel with his eyes squeezed shut as hard as he could.
“Lord, please bless this towel to be cleansed in the event it was a nut rag or cum holder. May your blessings be with me.”
He then hastily dried his Face on the towel. Placing it ever so gently in the same position it was in when he picked it up. He called Russ back as he walked out the door of the dorm. It was a warm day but the sun was finally beginning its long decent. It wouldn’t be dark, until 8, but the dropping of the sun into the horizon would help bring them out of the triple digit heat slaughter they were experiencing.
When Russ picked up the phone it sounded like there was a lot of commotion in the background. He told Young to meet them at a Food Spot at the bottom of 21st. He walked out, headed due East in the direction of The Food Spot.
There were dozens upon dozens of beautiful women walking down the street. There were: booty shorts, bikinis, and sundresses. Young didn’t know what to do! The most shocking thing was that none of them were Black women. They were all White.
Blondes.
Brunettes.
Redheads.
But not one sistah in the bunch.
Hope these snow bunnies don’t melt.
He walked down 21st past the huge gym. It was the largest gym he had ever seen. It sat across from, the top three B-School in, the country; the dorms were caddy corner. Young got to the bottom of 21st in ten minutes. He walked into The Food Spot searching for BrisQuo and Russ. He peeked over the other Orientation attendees. Eyes stopping here and there to dwell on eye candy.
Still waiting to see a Black woman.
Still.
No.
Luck.
He spotted BrisQuo and Russ over in the corner of the restaurant. He rushed in line to order his food.
“Let me get a uhhhh... Number Three with extra fries. Everything on it.” He said to the cashier.
“That’ll be 8.85.” she replied.
“Does it come with a drink?” Young asked.
“No it doesn’t you can add one for 2.00.” she said.
“Damn. 2.00 for a drink!? Does it come in a gold cup and come with a platinum straw?” He joked.
She looked back at him Stone Faced. “Drink or what sir?”
“I’ll have a Pepsi. Thanks...”
As someone that worked in fast food, Young felt entitled to give other fast food workers a hard- time.
Working all day serving customers can get tiring and sometimes you need a laugh.
He was unsuccessful in brining that Young Lady cheer though.
Wouldn’t be the first time.
Young pulled out his student ID card to pay and handed it to the cashier. She swiped it and handed it back to him.
“Thanks.” She said dryly and handed him the Number Twelve.
They would call for him when the food got ready. He took the ticket, and walked over to BrisQuo and Russ. They were both almost done eating and laughing about something when he walked over.
“Damn nigga you got somebody pregnant?” BrisQuo asked. “I thought your ass was gonna sleep until tomorrow.”
“Naw Nigga aint nobody pregnant. Not with the way I pull out. I’m the Pull Out Champ.” Young proclaimed.
“Naw Nigga sometimes it be too good to pull out.” Russ said.
“This nigga sleeping in the pussy Young.” BrisQuo replied laughing as he spoke.
“NUMBER 12!”
“Aw shit that’s me!” Young said. “Bro that shit was 10 bucks!” He said walking towards the cashier pulling his pants up as he walked. It was okay to sag but the key was to not have your whole ass hanging out. He usually would get his sag, just right, then put the belt in at that point.
Sort of defeats the purpose.
“What y’all Niggas was laughing about when I first walked up?” Young asked as he sat down. As soon as he smelled his food he realized he hadn’t eaten since before they left Dallas. He was starving. He grabbed a hand full of fries and shoved them into his mouth as he waited to find out what was so funny.
“That time Russ ordered ‘limons’ instead of ‘lemons’” BrisQuo said.
***
The server walked over. She was about 5’5”. She was a brunette with a dark tan. From her appearance, she had Hispanic features. She was not wearing a nametag. She walked up to Russ, after the Dallas Troop had finished their appetizers.
“Can I get you anything else?”
“Yes.” Russ replied, “Can I get a glass of agua with límon.” He asked beaming, as if very pleased with himself.
“Huh?” The woman replied.
“You know.” Russ answered. “Límons.”
“You mean ‘lemon’ nigga?” The woman said and stomped off.
“This Nigga really think he was speaking Spanish!” BrisQuo said.
*****
Young and BrisQuo began reenacting the entire scene over and over at the table full of roaring laughter. They never let him live it down.
“In my defense she looked real good. Nigga I was tryna get bonus points!” Russ said raising his arms in a shooting motion.
“Yeah right. Whatever nigga” Young said. “What we bout to get into?”
“Me and Soulful about to go shopping on The Drag. We need to get school stuff for the family.” BrisQuo said. “Y’all more than welcome to come if y’all want to.”
“Naw Bro. I’m going to pass on that one this time.” Young said.
“Me too.” Russ chimed in.
“Let’s go get a look at the places we have to meet on the agenda for tomorrow.” Young said looking in Russ’s direction.
“Hell yeah, I’m down.” Russ said.
Young finished his burgers in a flash. It was gone before the story about Russ and his “límons” was finished. He wiped his mouth and swallowed the last bit of his Pepsi. They continued to talk, even after, their food was finished.
“Y’all seen they got an optional performance tonight. The Student Guides are putting it on.” BrisQuo said.
“Oh ok. What time it start?” Young asked.
“It start at like 8. It’s like 6:30 now.” Russ said.
“Ok we got time to go look around then go to that then. Huh?” Young asked Russ.
“Yeah that works.”
“You and Soulful coming BrisQuo?” Young asked.
“It depends on when we finish what we doing. I can’t call it right now.”
“Right on. Let us know if you decide to go.” Russ said.
“Bet.” BrisQuo said.
With that, they all dapped each other up, and went their separate ways. BrisQuo headed up 21st to The Drag where all the stores and souvenir stands were located. Russ and Young pulled out their agendas and found maps of the campus at the front of The Food Spot. They had a few stops they had to make that were the same, and a few that were different. Some of the places they stopped at were places for Financial Aid Seminars and other Informational Events. They decided to hit the ones that were alike first, and if there were time, they would visit their different individual places as well.
They walked talking about the present State of their lives. Russ worked at a red target in produce. He was beginning a new job with a hot new energy company in Texas. Young told him about the woes of being a manager at The Chick & Strip.
“How are things going with you and Angelica?”
“Great!” Young said.
“Sonya is still beat up about it.” Russ replied.
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