one shots

shorty swing my way [16]

[before we start, can we talk about this gif because this shit always has me shook. I always think it's a picture at first until he just snaps his neck to look over. like it happens out of nowhere and it happens so quick wtf]

may 1999
saturday
2:43 pm

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sheila asked out of shock.
"I know it's crazy, but—"
"Y'all haven't even been dating for a year," she shook her head.
"I know it's really soon but—"

"Does he even know that—"
"Sheila! I didn't say yes! I didn't say anything!" I shouted after growing frustrated at the fact that she wouldn't let me talk.
Her eyebrows became knitted as her eyes fell from my face and briefly into her lap.

"What did he say?" she asked.
"I told him he was crazy, and he told me that I was right. After that, we went to bed," I explained.
She simply nodded, taking in what I just said.

"Does he know about. . . lil' shorty?" she inquired, using her nickname for the little embryo inside of me.
"No, and I decided that he won't," I shrugged.

"What does that mean?" she looked at me as if I was delusional.
"I'm going through with it," I held my head up a bit as I confidently stated my intentions of aborting the embryo.

"Okay, wait. . . Weren't you just telling me about the little fantasies you've been having about being a family of some sort with him, two weeks ago?" she inquired.
"Yeah, but. . . that was two weeks ago, and I've had more time to think," I elaborted.

"I can't afford a baby. He's not mentally ready for that kind of responsibility, and neither am I! I mean, Sway stays at Trell's whenever he's not at DeAndré's place. If I can't take care of dog, how will I ever take care of a child?" I questioned rhetorically.

"Girl. . ." she rolled her eyes and kissed her teeth while standing from the couch and placing the strap of her purse onto her shoulder.
"Where are you going?" I gazed up at her with a look of confusion drawn onto my face.
"Far, far away from this foolishness," she replied.
"How am I being foolish?" I started to take offense.

"You're not telling me the entire truth about why you wanna' get this abortion," she replied.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I inquired, her words running into mine before I could even finish my sentence.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You just don't want to admit it. Either that or you're too blind to see yourself," she stated.
"Well, since you know every fucking thing, how about you give me some insight because you sound delusional right now," I scoffed.

"You're scared of him. . . That's why you want this abortion," she stated.
"Excuse me?" my face twisted up as I stood.
"You heard me! You're scared of him. Now, I don't particularly know why but by the way he patrols how you dress and slips roofies in your drinks, I can take a pretty good guess," she nodded.

"Hoe, you need to watch your fuckin' mouth. You don't know shit about him. You don't even know him! He ain't perfect, but he damn sure ain't poppin' pills and feelin' up on women that are taken," venom had saturated my tone.
"You sure?" she smirked.

"Of course I'm sure. What the fuck kind of question is that? Are you sure? Implying that my man is hittin' me or some shit— you need to check yourself and these wack ass conclusions you're jumping to before you come at me on some bullshit like this," my attitude had skyrocketed as I went off on her.

"You gettin' mighty defensive. You sure I need to check myself?" her smirk never left her lips.
"You know what? I don't wanna' talk about this shit no more, Lisa," I shook my head and walked away with my fists balled up to keep from actually swinging on her.