20-year-old Assyria Adina Stone yearned for peace but favored excitement. She was in a lane of her own. Discovering herself. Physically, she was on earth, but mentally, she was living through her own fantasy. She was a young woman and wanted to expl...
"So... yuh gay now?" Zaire quizzed, glancing at Assyria momentarily as he sat at his desk rolling a blunt.
She had popped over his apartment around nine the following morning. While she was exploring the world when she was supposed to be figuring out her plans for school, Zaire decided to rent an apartment ten minutes from his father's house. One reason was that he was still trying not to like Dominique although he knew she was good for his father. She was just five years younger and always wanted to know how his day was. Zaire hated that, it made him feel as if she were being fake or trying too hard.
Dominique was a great woman. Gorgeous as hell and brown skin, the way his father liked his women. At first, Zaire thought that his father was only with her because she shared the same complexion as his mom but then he realized that his father was actually into her. She was a dentist and owned her practice. The other reason why Zaire got his own temporary space until he finished school, was because he knew he couldn't bring any company over when he needed to plus, he loved him some good-ass weed.
Sporting an all-black sweater-style fitted dress that had the back exposed and a slit on the left side, Assyria had her hair in a twist-out and rocked a few of her crystal necklaces. She had combat boots on her small feet as she laid across Zaire's sofa. One foot on the top, the other hovering over the cushion as she stared at his ceiling.
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She was quiet for a while and Zaire gave her that time as he prepped his morning blunt. The two's relationship evolved from supposed-to-be family-not-so-family into best friends. There was a bit of awkwardness between the two for a vowed to never be spoken about again, reason but they got each other. Understood one another.
"I'm not... but," she paused, hands stretched upward before she turned her head in his direction, "It did feel different."
Zaire looked over at her, "Dis happened in Cali?"
"Yeah," she returned her gaze to the ceiling.
Zaire resumed focusing on his blunt. A few minutes went by and he joined her in the living room as he sparked the blunt.
Assyria continued staring at the ceiling then exhaled. A slow long breath in. A slow long breath out. "I'm not gay."
"K," Zaire chuckled, "Don't mek a difference fi mi, dah yo business."
Assyria became offended but couldn't understand why. "If you don't want to listen to me, don't pretend like you care."
Zaire's forehead wrinkled and he paused mid puff, "Huh?"
"Nothing," she closed her eyes, "I'm not gay," she mumbled.
"Yuh curious?" he queried.
Assyria shrugged, "It just happened..."
Zaire removed the blunt from his lips and stared at her through hooded lids, "Explain."
After spending thirty minutes giving him the details of her off-putting encounter, Assyria kept her eyes on the ceiling a little nervous about his opinion and how he would view her now.
