[Days Without Sex: 3]
I turned around and glared at the back of Prince's head, he's been drumming his nails on table since he walked in the kitchen.
"Prince."
"Yeah." he said with no emotion.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Uh-huh."
"When we first started dating..."
"Mmhm..."
"...were you always this irritating?"
He scoffed. "Wow"
I jammed the knife into the cutting board. "Excuse me?!"
He smirked and hopped on the counter. "You seem a little angry, breaking yet?"
"No!" I snatched the knife out the board and resumed cutting the banana, I chopped it way harder than I needed to but he was pissing me off. "I'm doing fine, your just making unnecessary noises"
"Oh am I?"
"Yes you are!"
"Fine, i'll be quiet for you dear." He kissed me on the cheek and hopped off the counter, taking a seat at the island.
I started stacking our banana nut pancakes on the plates, garnishing them with banana slices and crushed walnuts. It was completely silent in the kitchen. I couldn't help but focus on his breathing. "Seriously breathe louder Prince, that's great"
He glared at me as I set his plate down in front of him. "Thank you dear."
I scowled at him, cutting into my pancakes. He picked up the syrup, my homemade blueberry syrup. Prince loves it. He grumbled looking into the jar.
"What is it now?"
"Jas you got butter in the syrup."
I scrunched my face up. "I'm sorry, go around the butter."
"Whateva Jas, whatver." He started back at his pancakes, scraping the plate just to make some damn noise. I did the same thing.
"You always complainin'." I looked up at him. "What about you?"
He paused. "What about me?"
I raised my brow at him. "Mr. Always Leavin' Stuff Out The Refrigerator."
He dropped his utensils, propping his elbow up on the table. "See that's where you wrong Jasmyn, I don't be leavin' stuff out baby."
"Oh really." I reached over and grabbed the orange juice, I slammed infront of him. "Then what is this Prince? Hm, you 'member this"
"Yeah." he scoffed, picking up his glass. "I left that out for you, I knew you was gon' want some."
I couldn't help but laugh at his lack of knowledge. "See you should've been named Pinocchio instead of Prince"
"And why is that?" he asked before drinking his glass.
"Cause that's been sitting out for a week."
He immediately spit it out to the side of him, glaring at me as he wiped his mouth. "That's cold baby."
"Mmhm." I went back to my pancakes as he tried to wash his tastebuds off with my glass of water.
He set my glass back down by my plate. "Well atleast I don't snore."
"I do not!!"
"Oh yes the hell you do!!"
I threw my fork down. "How the hell you gon' get mad at me for doin' somethin' I don't even know i'm doin'?"
"Me and the whole damn neighborhood know you doin' it." I widened my eyes at him, enraged. "You keep us up all night baby."
"You know what." I held up my finger at him. "I'm not tryin' to argue with you this mornin' ok?"
He returned to his food. "Then as far as i'm concerned it's squashed."
"Fine!" I squeaked.
"Fine!" he mocked me.
We continued in silence, other than the sounds of us deliberately trying to make noise with our plate.
"You know what else you do Jasmyn."
I threw my utensils down, glaring at him. "What do I do Prince?"
"You leave empty stuff in the refrigerator. I may leave stuff out but atleast it's full."
"That's it!" I picked up my plate and half empty cup. "I'm outta here, i'm going to the living room because atleast it's quiet in there ATLEAST I can't hear you smackin'." I mimicked his smacking all the way into the livingroom.
I set my stuff down on the coffee table, then flopped down couch.
"Two damn drops of milk Jasmyn!!"
I clenched my fist in the air, grumbling to myself. "25 to life Jasmyn, 25 to life." I reached on the coffee table and picked up the book I was reading earlier, The Rules of Attraction. I unhooked my reading glasses from sweatshirt and got to reading, occasionally breaking to eat pancakes.
I heard footsteps, I glanced up from my book to see Prince. I made sure to scowl at him before returning to my reading. I peeked under my eyes and watched him walk around the room, watching me.
"Hmph." Prince strutted out, made a shit ton of noise in the kitchen and returned with a bag of chips in his hands. He ruffled the bag so hard, trying to make noise that it popped from the bottom, spilling all onto the floor. I closed my eyes, trying to control myself. I just cleaned that damn floor but I wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction of seeing me upset. He flipped the bag over and started eating out the other way.
He flopped down next to me, mercilessly chewing on the chips. I couldn't help but stare at his lips. His warm, soft, plump lips. I placed two pillow inbetween us, creating a barrier.
"I guess it's true what they say, you can't have just one." He started smacking on them, purposely. "You gotta have a whole bunch of them."
I pushed myself off the couch and went to sit on the chair.
"Well damn Jasmyn.."
I cut my eyes at him. "What now?"
"You just gon' walk around the house wit'cha ass all out?"
I looked down at myself, trying to figure out the problem. "What are you complainin' about now?"
"You just got yo' ass all out for the whole house to see."
"I always wear these shorts."
"Well you could be a little more conservative ok Jasmyn damn."
"Fine!" I rested my cheek on my hand returning to my book. All of a sudden I hear the TV flick on, the sound of a rowdy basketball game filling the room. It was getting louder and louder. Bitch was turning up the TV.
This is probably the best defensive unit out there boy.
Bird with pass through the legs of Sikma!
"That's my boy!" he cheered at the television, grinning like a jackass.
I slammed my book closed and stomped into the kitchen. I slammed my book on the counter and started to put up the dishes, trying to make as much noise as possible.
"My boy bad on this court now! Watch out!"
I slammed the cabinet closed and walked into the living room. He was smiling and chopping on those chips. I wanted him so damn bad!
I tried to think of ways to get him off my mind. Loud music! I walked over to the sound system that he used for house parties he threw, I used it yesterday to clean the house while he was gone. I didn't need to clean but i'm horny as all hell. I sat on top of the washing machine for too.
I clicked on the music, Proud Mary blasting through the house. I bursted into the choreography, during my spinning and wild hair flipping I saw Prince looking at me.
"Jasmyn!"
"Yeah!" I answered, still dancing.
"I'm tryin' to watch the game!"
"Don't mind me..i'm just doin' my thang!" He watched me for a few moments before getting up to turn off the system.
I stomped over and turned off the TV, tossing the remote onto he couch.
"Jasmyn why'd you turn off the game?"
"Why you watchin' TV while i'm readin'?"
"Well why can't you read in the kitchen?"
"Why can't you watch TV in the kitchen?"
"It ain't no TV in the kitchen?"
"WELL GET ONE!!" I walked off and up the stairs.
"My daddy tried to tell me-"
I stopped in my tracks. "Excuse me!?" I glared over the rail at him. "What was that? I didn't hear you."
"I saaaiid!!!...MY DADDY TRIED TO TELL ME!!!"
I leaned over the railed. "HE SHOULD"VE TOLD YOU HOW TO GROW BUT OBVIOUSLY Y'ALL SKIPPED THAT LESSON!!!"
"YOU'RE SHORTER THAN ME!!"
"SO WHAT!!!"
He picked a pillow up off the ground and tossed it back on the couch. "I'm goin' to the studio."
I scoffed. "Bitch..."
He whipped around. "EXCUSE ME, WHAT WAS THAT!?!?!"
"I SAID YOU A B-I-T-C-MUTHAFUCKIN-H. A BITCH BITCH BITCHTY BITCH BITCH BITCH!"
He pointed up at me sternly. "I TOLD YOU ABOUT CALLIN' ME THAT!!"
"OR WHAT?!?!"
"OR I-"
"YOU AIN'T GON' DO SHIIIIIIIT NIGGAAAA!!" I sung, waving my hands over the banner as he tried to get some words out. I just yelled over him "YOU AIN'T GON' DO SHIIIIIIT!!" He glared at me as I started to make a beat on the railing. "You ain't gon' do shit, you ain't gon' do it. You ain't gon' do shit!"
"Awww girl." his voice raddling with rage. He grabbed his coat and ripped open the door. It was Hannah holding her first up about to knock. He cut his eyes up at me. "See now you just fightin' dirty. You ain't have to bring McGruff the Crime Dog into this. Are you givin' her another flea bath?"
"Actually I came to lower the sink so you can reach it." she stepped in mean mugging him. "now get outta my way."
"Gon' 'bout ya' business before somebody get hurt up in here."
"You betta get out my way, before I step on you little man."
They started bickering as usual, I rolled my eyes and came down the stairs before they actually fought this time.
"You know what." he stepped past her, slamming the door behind him.
She glared at the door before turning her attention to me, a smile shooting to her face. "Hey girl what's up."
"Hey girl." I dropped down onto the couch, clutching a pillow to my chest.
"Uh oh." she plopped down next to me. "Is Prince actin' his shoe size again?"
I sighed. "I don't know Hannah, me and Prince are fightin' over the smallest things."
"You mean like his height."
I glared at her. "I'm bein' serious."
Prince came back in looking around, he most likely forgot his keys.
She shot up off the couch. "You forget somethin' Papa Smurf?"
"Yeah." he stalked over to her. "I forgot how bad my place smells after you been in it."
She glared at him, shaking her fist.
"If you must know I forgot my keys." He leaned down and snatched them off the coffee table. "I could just save the gas and slap a saddle on you, you know." He chuckled. "Ride you down there." he pretended he was riding a horse, I forced my chin in the pillow trying not to laugh.
"Looks like that's the only thing gettin' rode around here."
He paused, scowling at her. "Shut it up! Whoopi Goldenretriever."
She stepped closer to his face. "I don't like you. You evil little troll."
He put his hand up between their face. "First of all stop breathin' in my face you curlin' my eyebrows."
She knuckled up at him. "See i'm about two minutes off yo' nose."
"SECOND OF ALL." He yelled over her as she grumbled threats at him "The humans we need to talk so why don't you go back to the cave and prepare for winter."
"That did it! I ain't Jasmyn!" she threw her purse down and started to take out her earrings. "I ain't Jasmyn!"
I shot up inbetween them, putting my hands up. "Come on y'all not today ok not today." I shot my head side to side, they we're giving eachother death glares.
"You make my stomach ache." she sneered.
"And you make my eyes ache Scary GodMother."
She yanked up her bag and stomped to the door, she turned to give Prince a final glare.
"And make sure when the sun comes up tomorrow morning, you cockadoodle doo a littler louder ok. I didn't hear you today."
"I can't stand you!!" She stormed out, slamming the door. The house went silent. I looked at Prince, pouting.
"I'm sorry." I link my arms under his, he wrapped his arms around my waist rocking us back and forth.
"It's ok, it know your not strong enough to hold out for another 11 days."
I pulled back from him. "Excuse me?!"
"If you can't hold off it's fine, I mean we can go solve this problem now."
I pushed him off and walked upstairs. I heard his footsteps following behind me.
"Aw I see you goin' upstairs to get ready.."
I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore the burning in my loins, his voice alone. I swear. I walked in the bedroom and whipped around, blocking him before he could come join me.
"Where you goin'?" I looked him up and down. "You lost?"
"This is my room..."
"Nope, i'm takin' a nap and..." I grabbed the nearest blanket and pillow and shoved it into his chest. "I'm taking it alone."
"But this is my house, I pai-" I slammed the door in his face cutting him off. "You ain't right Jasmyn."
I pressed my ears to the door, waiting for the sounds of his clicking heels to fade away. I dropped to my knees, my hands on the door like I was begging. I was so damn horny.
11 days to go...