The streets are glistening with the rain. It's about 4 in the morning when we pull up in front of my place. I was hugging him fiercely, mostly because he scared the life out of me because of how he was driving. I stepped off the bike and ran my fingers through my hair. It was a mess. I started walking into the house but he grabbed my waist and pulled me back towards him our faces just inches away from each other.

"See you later?" he asked

"When?" I shot back

"Why?" he furrowed his brows.

"Cause I have something to do first." I actually had nothing to do but I mean hey.

"What?" he being nosy as usual, inching closer to my face.

"A secret." I said coyly

"Tell me." he rubbed his lips against mine softly.

"No." I pulled away from him. He kicked the bike into gear.

"Come see me at 8." he said.

"I'll come see you when I feel like it." I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms. He simply smirked at me.

"Bye" I waved. He blasts off.  I watched him for a moment. Then I headed into the house. I peeked into Hannah's room and she wasn't there. I guess she was with her boyfriend tonight. I wouldn't blame her. His fine ass. I crept into my room and slid out of my clothes. I took a shower and slid on some spandex and a t-shirt. It was a Jackson 5 shirt. I felt extremely comfortable in this shirt because Michael gave it to me. I had to admit seeing Michael on it sort of broke my heart.

"Why baby why?" I whispered under my breathe. I started my usual nighttime hair routine. Section, Detangle (which took the longest), leave-in conditioner, and twist. After about 30 minutes of this my arms were tired. I put on my scarf and left the bathroom

I slide into bed and for most of the night I thought about Michael. All our good times. It didn't help that I just slept with someone else. Now I feel like I betrayed him, but for what he did the same thing to me. The more I thought about him the more tears would stream down my face. I finally fell asleep.

I woke up to a loud crash in the living room. It was 8:00 in the morning. I slowly got out the bed and opened the door slowly so it wouldn't make any noise. I heard whispering out there. It sounded like a man. If we are being robbed then I swear i'm gonna be so mad at Hannah. I moved slowly along the wall of the hallway, trying desperately not to make any sounds. When I got closer to the hallway I took a step by a vent on the ground and it creeked. Shit. I stayed still and the whispering stopped. Suddenly a hand reached around the corner and grabbed me by the throat. I screamed and swung my fists. Hoping to hit whoever it was.

"Damn, baby, hold it!  Hold it!!" he screamed. "Oh, God -- God! You broke my nose!" He had blood pouring down his face as he tried in vain to not get blood on his suit.

I saw it was Morris and part of me was thankful it was him the other part as furious because he scared me so bad.

"You little shit! What the fuck are you doing here?" I screamed at him.

"Shh! Shh! Shh! oh, Lord help me out here." I groaned and helped him up and to the bathroom. I pulled the first aid kit out the cabinet and started to treat his nose. 

"You know, for someone who's only 4'0" tall you have a nice left hook" His voice sounded nasally on the count that I pinched his nose with tissue paper. I squeezed it which caused him to scream really loudly.

"Aye!" he screamed.

"I'm 5'0" tall and why the hell are you here anyway."

"I was dropping off some flowers for Hannah."

"So you broke in the house? " I stepped back from him.

"Hey, no one was supposed to be home." I shook my head and laughed at him. I couldn't be mad at him. Well not for a long time.

"Isn't my head supposed to be tilted back." He asked starting to move his head back. I grabbed his jaw and looked him straight in the eyes.

"If I tilt your head back. The blood is going to run down the back of your throat, and you could swallow it. Swallowing blood can irritate your stomach and cause vomiting. And vomiting will make the bleeding worse."

"Don't you sing?" he raised his eyebrow.

"Just because I can hold a note doesn't mean I don't have common sense." He nodded his head. "Hold this." I put his hand on the tissue I had on his nose and ran out the bathroom and get him a small ice pack.
He winced when I placed it on his face but his eye softened.

"Your nose alright?" I asked

"My nose is fine. I'm just wondering if I fucked my shoes up." He tried to look down but I tilted his head back up quickly. If he freaked out his nose would start bleeding again.

"Nope their fine." His shoes were blood stained. I got up and led him to the kitchen.

"Want some tea?" I asked pulling out the tea kettle, filling it up with water and letting it heat up.

"What brother you know drinks tea?" He asked taking the ice pack off his face. Michael did. He actually loved it when I made tea. I shook the thought because I didn't wanna get sad. I pulled out all the stuff and chuckled lightly.

"It's apple spice, but I always put a slice of lemon in it and a bit of nectar in it."
I said sliding him a panda mug. "Adds a little sum sum." He sipped it.

"Don't tell anybody about this." he smiled. I shook my head and made myself some.

"So did you have any plans today?" he asked

"Nope. Why?"

"Well today it your lucky day girl." he stood up. "because your coming with me."

"What makes you think I'd wanna hang out with you today?" I said. He simply raised his brow and pointed to himself.

"Your right, i'll go get dressed." I ran into the room, took a quick shower and got dressed.

"Oh lord." he put on this half-lidded sexy look. Which was cute, he tried it. I rolled my eyes and started walking out. We approached his caddy

"Jasmyn, this car --it's...it's lacking something. What do you think?"

"Hmm...i don't know..." I shrugged.

"I got it! The hubcaps. I need something sweeter."

"Where are you gonna get hubcaps at 9:15." I said squinting my eyes at his statement. Why don't we just mosey on down to the hubcap store and pick up a few. Like what the fuck. Morris was looking down pondering his Stacy Adams.

"Yeah...I know what these need."

Morris was sitting in the chair, his Stacy Adams being worked on by an old, grizzled shoeshine boy in his mid-sixties, with a large beard and silver close-cropped hair to match. I sat on a chair nearby, sipping my iced soy latte.  Morris was staring into space, in deep thought.

"You know you punching me in my face made me realize something." Morris started.

"That breaking and entering probably not the best way to woo a girl." I cut in. The old man nodded in agreement.

"No.." he shooed me. "That I need a more subtle approach." Tell me about it. I thought to myself rolling my eyes. "Are yall gonna come to the club tonight." he asked me. I was quiet for a bit and looked up at him.

"Oh I can speak now?"

"Just answer the question." he yelled still looking in the air.

"I mean I don't know we ain't got nothing to do tonight. I know that much."  I shrugged and sat back, crossing my legs frustrated.

"I want you to work the floor tonight." he suggested.

"For what?"

"I want to know when that sweet thang shows up. When y'all walk in together. You sneak off and come get me. So me and her can be alone together. Cool?"

"What's in it for me?" I asked and his head shot down at me.

"What happened to do for your fellow man."

"Not if I ain't getting paid. $50."

"FIFTY???!! To walk?" He was flabbergasted.

"Aye take it or leave it." I shrugged sipping my latte with one hand and holding out the other. He pulled out his wallet out and slammed fifty bucks in my hand.

"What happened to Southern hospitality."

"Well suga, we do more than make sweet potato pies and drink sweet tea. So...I come and get you let you know she's there" I stuffed the money into my bra.

"Well not if i'm with my other babes. That wouldn't be cool. I don't want to break their little hearts. So we ought to have a signal."

"A password." I suggested. He nodded in agreement.

"Okay, what's the password."

"You got it." I agreed with him.

"Got what?"

"The password." I told him.

"The password is what."

"Exactly." I sipped my latte

"The password is exactly?" he asked confused. I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"No its-" I started. But he cut me off.

"-Hold it now. Slow down. Ok so y'all walk in."

"We walk in." I repeat trying to follow him. The old guy cleaning his shoes was shaking his head in judgement at us.

"You sneak off or say you have to use the bathroom or whatever and you find me."

"I find you."

"And I'll probably have a couple little sexies on the stand-by, and we don't want to upset them, do we? So you just glide by me and say...what?"

"Okay." I say.

"The password is okay?"

"As far as i'm concerned." I say getting up and tossing my cup into the trashcan.

"Dammit say the password!" he yelled at me.

"What." I told him once again. He was really starting to piss me off.

"Say the password. Onion head."

"The password is what. Dickhead." I shouted.

We were both obviously frustrated.

"That's what i'm asking you."

"It's the password." I yelled at him.

"The password is it." he asked. I groaned loudly.

"Ugggghhhh!! The password is what!"

"It! You just said so." This guy is dumb. That's the only thing I can come up with.

"The password isn't it! The password is---"

"---What?" Morris jumped in.

"Got it." I threw up my hands in triumph.

"I got it?" he asked.

"Right!" I smiled at him.

"It or right?" He asked and my face dropped.

"What?" I said dropping my head in defeat.

The shoeshine man looked up slowly at the both of us.

"Either of you do heavy drugs."

We stared at each other for a moment. Then simultaneously, we both got up and left the area. Shaking our heads and laughing up a storm.

"So tell me about Prince." I asked when we got far enough away.

"Oh that guy. He's a bit of a mystery to me and I've known him since diapers. Only thing about him is how he treats women."

"Like what?" I asked, trying to sound as bland as possible.

"Well as you know he's with Vanity. But he sleeps around on her a lot. He goes up to girls with this whole mysterious I care about you thing. Then he gets the draws and everything flips. He tried to boss them around and shit. Oh brother got game. He's casanova alright."

"Hmmm. Interesting." I say out loud but to myself.

"Why'd you wanna know about him."
he asked.

"Nothing, I just see the guy all the time. and I barely know anything about him." I was really bothered by what I just heard and I don't exactly know how I feel about it.