What Are U Doing My Love ~ Prince

I could still see the note right now, lavender card marked by a purple metallic symbol. His symbol. I can see it, still attached to the pictures he sent me. They were of us. All they did was make me cry and reminisce about the good times, the love. The sex. The late night conversations. Those pictures made me miss him even more. Even when I wanted to hate him, I couldn't.

Me and Eddie Murphy, and Danny Terrio from Dance Fever are standing by the bar talking. I don't know why we're talking to Danny Terrio, but I digress. I zoned out a while ago so I have no clue what the conversation is even about.

I looked over my shoulder and I saw some girl staring at either Eddie or Danny. She was a pretty girl, long, dark wavy hair, dark eyes, tan skin. She looked pretty Italian, as Italian as they get. She looked like a Prince girl. That's his type, if I didn't know any better I'd say she was with Prince. 

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the boys. 

"Yeah so we could have a meeting about it tomorrow say....lunch?" Danny suggested.

"No problem man, no problem." They shook hands, sealing the deal.  "You wanna dance?" Eddie turned his attention back to me. 

"Bout damn time!" I grabbed his hand and started off to the floor. It was all good until some guy came over and grabbed Eddie's arm.

Eddie snatched his arm away. "Man what the fuck is your problem?" 

"You got an eye problem you fuckin' mooley. Why is my girl lookin' at you huh?"

This man was speaking in the most Italian accent I have ever heard. I let go of Eddie's hand and stood back to watch this unfold. 

"I don't know why yo' girl is lookin' at me? Why are you in my face when you should be in hers?"

"Yeah!" I rooted, backing him up.

"Aye you stay outta this ok bitch." he pointed, sternly.

"Awww shit," I chuckled, taking off both my earrings and handing them to Eddie. "I don't know who this white man talkin' to," 

"Oh no." Eddie shook his head, knowingly. He knew exactly what kind of attitude I possessed. 

I grabbed onto Eddie's forearm and stepped out my heels. "Or who he callin' a bitch..but," I picked up one Louboutin off the ground, tightening my grip on it. "I guess this is the night bitches die." 

"Come on." he beckoned me with both hands. 

My mother never lied when she said I acted just like my father. It's not something i'm proud of but it's again, who I am. But when he tried me, my adrenaline kicked in faster than my logic, I jumped at him, ready to cave a hole in the side of his head. I really should be more professional, I try. I really do but this damn attitude keeps getting the best of me. 

"JASMYN NO!!" Eddie ran up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, restraining me. My legs kicking in the air, wildly.

"Stop! Your better than this..." He smoothed down my wild curls and kissed me on the forehead. "We're gonna go home and you gonna--" I zoned out, all I could hear was my breathing. I looked over Eddie's shoulder to see the guy, hysterically enjoying my little tantrum. I pulled off my other heel and aimed it at the back of his head as he was walking away. It hit him. He turned around angrily and stomped over us.

"Aye mooley, control the bitch alright."

"Bitch?!" I jumped up, but Eddie pulled me behind him.

"Don't call her a bitch no'more alright, or we're gonna have a problem."

He laughed. "Bitch..she's a bitch. Your a bitch, both ya' moms are bitches."

"Not my mama!! Hell naw, not my mama!!" I jumped trying to get around Eddie but I couldn't.

"NO!! Just calm down."

"Then stop bein' a bitch and punch him in the face!!" I pushed him in the back, trying to rile him up.

"I ain't punchin' nobody!" 

"Then i'll do it!" I ducked under Eddie's arm and ran up on the guy an clocked him in the eye, with everything I had in my 5'0' body.  

The man fell on the ground holding his eye, by now the entire back of  club was staring at us and I snapped back into reality and realized that I may or may not have ruined my career just now. If I haven't then this is a major PR hit i've just taken, no pun intended.

"What the fuck did you do that for?!" Eddie stood over him, darting his eyes between me and the guy. 

"I don't know..." I felt someone come behind me and grab me, it was Victor. 

"We have to go miss.."

I nodded and went along with him, I for some odd reason decided to turn back around and I saw another guy right behind Eddie, he did not look happy. I covered my mouth with both my hands, I wanted to scream but I figured I had already done enough. 

He swung around Eddie's back and punched him in the mouth. Real Real hard.

"Eddie!!!" I screamed, watching in horror as he hit the ground. 

He was rolling on the ground holding his mouth, which was seeping blood. Victor kept pulling at my arm trying to get me out of the disco tech but I couldn't leave Eddie alone. I ran back over to help him, not thinking.

"Security!!" Eddie called, and on que one of Eddie's boy had jumped over the table like Link Hayes from the Mod Squad. He tackled the guy and started fucking him up. I hit the ground because somebody threw a bottle. I crawled on the ground trying to pull Eddie from out the brawl that is unfolding. 

"Fight in the back!! Fight in the back!!!" someone yelled and the bouncers ran to the back. It was a predominantly white club and they saw two niggas fighting to white guys so you can only guess who the grabbed first. 

I felt someone grab my foot and it was the guy I had punched earlier, he looked highly pissed. I kicked foot back and crawled off in a frenzie, I was no longer looking for Eddie. I was looking for Victor trying to get out of this nut house. 

Then all the black guys say all the white guys beating the brothers, so they jumped in to help. It turned into 40 white guys fighting 40 black guys. It was a giant race war, suntan lotion and jerry curl juice was shooting all over the place. 

When everything finally cooled down, the ambluance came and got a few people. I went out to the balcony, trying to pull my thoughts together. Eddie went outside to a payphone to call his mom. Which is what I was going to do as soon as I get home.

Hey!" I looked to the side and saw Hannah leaning on the sliding door.

"Hi." She walked over and hugged me from the side. 

I leaned my head on her. I was feeling pretty despondent as of tonight. I really missed her. "Thanks for coming me down honey. Need me to give you a ride home."

"Nah!" She waved her hand. "Naomi's driving me back." We turned to the window as if one que we saw Naomi slip in the liquor. I winced when she hit the ground.

"Aw you know she bruises like a Georgia peach."

"Yeah...she's gonna be ok, she has health insurance."

"It's glass on that floor."  We watched her squirm on the ground for a minute before turning away to look at the sky. I loved the nighttime sky, I always had the best conversations with people looking at the night time sky. 

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah." I sighed and forced a little smile on my face. "I just get a little bummed when people get punched at parties."

"Yeah.." She rolled her eyes, not believing me. "Miss Prince huh??"

"Why do you assume I miss him."

"'Cause I know you and I know you love that little man to death and although I don't agree with y'all a twisted whatever y'all have going on. He makes you happy."

I nodded in agreement, because she was right. I did love him but he didn't love me. At least not enough to say it. But the smug bastard did make me happy. No matter how much I wanted to hate him. He somehow slithered his way into my life and he used music. He knew that's how he would get to me.

"Well, at least you have one thing to be happy about. That jackass didn't show up."

"Yeah I hate him." I heard an all to familiar voice say. I turned to the side and saw Prince leaning on the door frame on his shoulder. My heart fluttered a little.

"Damn!" Hannah cursed herself. "Oh, we weren't talking about you. We were -No, no way to recover from that."

"No." I shook my head. Hannah went back inside to leave us alone.

"Rough night." He strutted over and leaned over the balcony with me.

"It was and I most likely committed career suicide tonight" I grabbed his wrist to look at his watch. "11:30. Time of death. 11:30 ..." 

"You'll be fine." he waved me off.  "I've done worse things."

"Like what?" I scoffed. "Your such a goody goody.." 

"You would think.." He chuckled. It made me smile. The I realized what I was doing and stopped, I wasn't gonna get emotionally invested in him again.

"How did you even know I was here."

"Well when you hear the news talking about a bar brawl, I automatically thought about you."

I squinted. "Is that an insult?"

"Look, I'll just give you this and go." He held out a small box, wrapped in purple paper. His love for this color was like no other. I'm surprised he wasn't wearing purple now. He was wearing red, and all red suit, red suit, red pant, red everything. The only thing that wasn't red was the buttons that we're white. He looked nice in red, red suited him. Like every color with his fine ass. 

"Oh, you bought me a present!" I took it from him and unwrapped the box, it was a ring box. "Why?" I smiled, but my tone was embellished in bitch.

"Who? What? When? Where?...yes Jasmyn those are all question words."

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself. I swear to God I was gonna catch a case with him. "Ha ha! Very funny you jackass..."

"I see you still remember my little nickname." I glared at him highly unamused. 

He sighed. "Ok, I ... got you the present to make up for being such a lying to you."

I scrunched my face up. "You think that a gift is gonna make up for what you did? You think .....a gift is gonna make up for the shit that you did?" I chuckled, trying to calm myself down. The more I looked down at the box, the more I wanted to punch the fuck out of him. "You think that all because you glide over here, with your deep voice, and pretty eyes, and soft hair, and good smelling cologne, and your nice suit, and that cute button nose, and you smooth one-liners-"

"The point baby the point."

I scoffed, pushing off the balcony. "I cant't fuckin' believe you!"

He sighed, turning to lean against the balcony on his back. "Not again.."

I shoved the box back into his chest. "Goodbye. Prince."

"Well it's not what you think it is."

I stopped in my tracks, and turned around.

"What do you mean?"

He tossed the box back at me and I glared at him before opening it. It had a golden key in it and a little note on yet another a small strip of paper. 

Are U Aware U're My Lifeline, Are U Tryna Kill Me~ Prince