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Chapter 2 Hypotheticals and Dreams
I felt around for Nyla when I woke up, but she wasn't there. I look up to see her sitting in my study chair. She leaned back, reading one of my composition notebooks of ideas. She notices my movement on the bed.
"You're awake. Sorry I was reading some of your stuff." She says, turning towards me.
"I'm absolutely terrified right now."
"Why? I think it's good. Obviously, you have some areas you need to work on, but the most glaring issue is your ability to finish a story. You didn't have a problem finishing last night. She says, smiling at me.
"Yeah, I ah."
"You should try writing shorter stories.
"Shorter ones, huh? You think I can."
"I mean, you have written a lot. I bet you have stuff on your laptop as well. How about the next story you write, start with the ending, and work your way back?
"Hmm, good idea."
"I mean, I'm no professional writer. I just read the occasional manga, sci-fi, romance novel, and a lot of erotica."
"Erotica."
"Give it a go, and you can even be anonymous with it."
"Hmm, that is interesting."
"Then let me read it." Nyla gets up and proceeds to get dressed in front of me.
"Last night was." Nyla laughs. "Great."
"It was." I concur as I put on some clothes to walk her out of the apartment. As I open the door, I hear my phone alarm going off. Nyla walks towards the door and pauses as she stares at something in the direction of the kitchen.
"Ah," Nyla says, perplexed at the sizeable white amazon girl in the kitchen, almost naked. "Are you Keisha?" That is all I can hear her voice as I dig into the side of the bed next to the wall for my phone. Luckily it wasn't lodged between the bed frame and rails like my Gameboy that one time, poor blue.
"Sorry, I couldn't find my phone. What's up? Why are you looking at me like that? I say, looking out the door at Nyla, staring at me just past the door. Then I peer out to see Megan standing in the kitchen, drinking orange juice in her Underwear and Bra.
"Oh, shit, Megalodon is here...again."
"Yeah, your Fiancé," Nyla says defensively.
"Say What!? Who told you that? Perhaps in another life. This creature is Megan, my sister's friend. She must have crashed here last night."
"Oh, okay, well, I'm going to leave now. Because I'm terrified right now of the naked white amazon lady in the kitchen, which is weird.
"Oh, okay. Right... Bye, Nyla." She walks out the apartment door while not making eye contact with Megan. I look at Meg as she makes herself big like a scared cat. Then, as the front closes, she looks at me with an amused look. She was proud of herself, no doubt.
"So, why did you lie and tell her we were engaged."
"I never said we were engaged. I said I was your fiancé'."
"Same Same."
"I guess. Besides, that girl is dumb; she thought I was Keisha."
"I mean, I see the resemblance."
"I bet."
"Shouldn't you like be dead in a club somewhere?"
"Club can't kill me, Craig. I'm immortal."
"Yeah, you have that whole pale vampire thing going on."
"Fuck you. I have... I am not fucking pale."
"I can see your veins."
"Looking at my veins, huh."
"Yikes, You're being extra fucking weird. Where is Keisha?"
"She's sleep. Probably gonna have a monster headache when she wakes up."
"I'm guessing she had fun last night."
"Not as much as you. I was going to kick you out of my room, but I saw you had company."
"Yeah, thanks for not doing that, you know, because you don't live here anymore."
"What exactly does she see in you?" {The fuck?}
"Wow. That hurt."
"Too Harsh?"
"It's to be expected. But, hey, I know I'm not the most good-looking guy. Hell, I was wondering the same thing, honestly."
"Oh, dude, I was just joking." She says, placing her hand on the back of her neck.
"A wise rapper once said every joke hides some truths."
"Don't look that deep into it. I was just joking."
"Sure." While walking into the kitchen, she steps in front of me, blocking my path.
I sigh. "Man, you going to keep up this bully thing, huh? You bored? Can you move out of the way? Please?"
"Make me," Megan says, looking down at me with a smirk.
{Okay, this bitch is pushing my buttons} "You gonna call the police on me when I do, Karen?"
"Ambulance for you is the more likely outcome." I lift my hands up to move Megan out of the way. She swats them down.
"Don't touch me, Craig."
"Then get the hell out the way, Woman."
"I'm standing here."
"What the fuck is your deal? You moved in my way."
"Oh, you mad? What are you gonna do?"
"Heh, I could."
"You could what? What are you gonna do? She says, getting in my face again. This act is becoming a habit. Her nose presses into my forehead as she places her hands on her hips. Finally, I had enough, and I wrapped my arms around her, her breast on the top of my head. I pick her up, and her face shows visible signs of panic.
"Get the fuck off! Put me down!" She screams.
"No, I told you to fucking move. You! Didn't think I could pick you up, huh?
"Alright, I'm serious! Put me down! Right. Fuckin now!
"What's wrong? I'm just moving you out of the way. Stop fucking fidgeting." She moves frantically, trying to break free, and I lose footing. We crash to the floor, and she falls on top of me. Same spot I was in yesterday. Except Megan is way more woman than Nyla and slams her surgically repaired knee on the ground.
"You fucking klutz, my Knee!" She says, grimacing, clutching her knee.
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry." All the memories of her recovering from her injury flood my mind. I reach my hand out, and she slaps it away in anger.
"Don't act like you fucking care."
"Wait a damn minute, and you started this, and you know damn well I would never...."
"No fuck off." She says and scoots over, then leans on the kitchen cabinet as she rubs her knee. "There, you can walk into your sister's kitchen now." She says sarcastically.
"Dude, what is your deal? Why do you hate me? What the hell did I ever do to you? Why do you always go out of your way to tear me down and shit on me." I unload on her all.
"I do not go out of my way to tear you down."
I grab an ice pack from the freezer. "Here, hold this, and let me get a towel."
After I come back with a towel, I squat down to her. She holds her knee in silence, not wanting to make eye contact with me.
"I'm sorry," she says softly
"Excuse me."
"You heard me."
"Meg, I know for the most part you're just joking, and it's our thing now, but... you know I would never do anything to hurt you."
"I know that. I'm just not in a good mood right now."
"And messing with me puts you in a good mood."
"That's not it."
"Whatever," I say, dismissing her. "You know I remember when you got hurt. "
"I do too? "
"I'm sorry it happened."
"I don't need your pity, Craig." I laughed at this; she is so headstrong.
"What's so damn funny! My dream is dead because of my stupid knee. So now I'm a fucking retail worker for Belk's."
"Maybe it's not dead. But you may need to reshape it. Like, try coaching."
"Coaching? Me, heh."
"You have a great mind for the game."
"I don't really have the voice to be a coach."
"I don't know. You were just yelling at me like a high school coach."
"Uh-huh." She mouths, tilting her head a little as I massage her knee. Okay, maybe she was enjoying this massage a little too much. A soft moan escaped her mouth, and I looked down at her at her open legs. I could see her lips underneath her panties. Also, I could see wetness in the middle of her panties. She looks at me and notices my gaze.
"Are you..." I begin to ask her.
"N.nnno, get off of me. Shut up." She gets up and adverts her gaze from me. "My knee is really sensitive now, don't say anything. or I will.." {I got her wet. I made her wet. What does, does she?}
Keisha walks out of her room, looking like warmed over dead.
"What the hell is going in here!?" She screams, rubbing the temples of her head.
"Nothing is going on here. This dweeb is rubbing my knee because he's clumsy."
"Is that what the racket was because y'all loud? And I need some Tylenol. Extra Strength."
Keisha digs in one of the medicine cabinets in the kitchen. "Oh nooo! "CRAIG!!! "She screams even though I'm standing practically right next to her.
"Keis, I'm like right here. {See} Why do you drink if you get this hungover afterward?"
"Don't question your older sister. Meg, why are you so quiet? On second thought, stay quiet."
"I'll go get you some Tylenol and some breakfast," Megan says, grabbing some sweats and a hoody from the floor below.
"Craig, go with her."
"What?" We both say together in harmony.
"I said go with her. I'm going to lie down. I need some peace in quiet I don't need you two bickering like two cats in heat."
"Is that thing? Never mind, let me get dressed."
"I'll be in the car. Hurry up." Megan says, walking out of the apartment. I get dressed and meet her in the car. I occasionally notice her eyes looking at me as I sit in her car.
"Soooo," I say, cutting the dead air in the car.
"Shut the fuck up. I will fucking kill you."
"Woah, overreaction much. I was just gonna ask where we are going for breakfast."
"The Gas station with the McDonald's."
"Oh, right, okay." I look over at her while she is driving. Meg can see me staring in the corner of her eye.
"Stop fucking staring at me, dude. You're creeping me out."
"I was just."
"No, you fucking weren't. I know why you're staring; I swear to fucking God."
"Geesh, okay." {It wasn't me that got wet; what is she so freaking mad about?}
We arrive at the Gas station; I get the Tylenol, and she goes to the connecting Golden Arches to order food. I walk to the cash register, and the cashier looks me up and down.
"Do I know you from somewhere," she says. She claps her hands together and points at me. Yeah, your Keisha's brother, right." It was my favorite way of being described as Keisha's brother. She smiled at me; her face didn't ring any bells. But I'd remember someone like her, especially what she got in those khaki pants.
"Yeah, I'm getting Tylenol for her right now."
"Okay, dang, it's been a while since I saw Keisha."
"Who are you, by the way? She points at her chest. I look at her ample chest, and she smiles when she notices my gaze. I wasn't following where she was going with her actions. She looks down at her chest.
"Oh, shit, my name tag." She looks at the floor and bends over to pick it up behind her. I couldn't help where my eyes wandered too.
"There." She says, smiling and pointing to her name tag.
"Ah, Terra, okay. I'll remember that."
"You better, she says." I pay for the Tylenol as Megan walks up to me. The girl snaps her fingers and point at Megan. Meg is surprised by this and looks at the girl, her expression shifted to her annoyed look as she furrowed her nose. A quirk of hers.
"Oh, Terra, hey. " Megan says unenthusiastically.
"So, you here with Megan? Y'all dating."
