DUBIOUS: Did you finish?
DrunkSlut: No because I need things.
DUBIOUS: Child, stop puttin' on ya makeup
DrunkSlut: I don't wear makeup
DUBIOUS: Lies
DrunkSlut: I'm at the house making you a fucking email so you can get on CloudChat.
DUBIOUS: What are you signing me up for?
DrunkSlut: A chat thing so I can finally break up with this nigga.
DUBIOUS: The arab?
DUBIOUS: Don't you think it's strange an arab dates a black woman?
DrunkSlut: Well, I'm light skin so he probably thinks I'm white?
DUBIOUS: Nah, that's too stupid
DUBIOUS: I know that I go to the Ghytto and there's a fucking Arabian dishing out food there. I like sandwiches so I walk into the joint and this nigga told me to leave
DUBIOUS: Bottom line is, Arabians and niggas despite being a country in
DUBIOUS: Wait!
DrunkSlut: What is your obsession with big words?
DUBIOUS: proximity
DUBIOUS: Girl, I just didn't know
DrunkSlut: About words
DrunkSlut: About the fucking dictionary?
DUBIOUS: Listen, don't be *coy* with me
DrunkSlut: That's not even how you say that
DUBIOUS: Coy means to like sneak
DrunkSlut: You see what the fuck I mean?
DUBIOUS: Just because my vocabulary is increasing, doesn't mean I ain't trying
DrunkSlut: What?
DUBIOUS: I downloaded the app!
DrunkSlut: Give me your phone number
DUBIOUS: 631-755-XXXX
DrunkSlut: Is that a burner phone?
DUBIOUS: What if hackers find my phone?
DrunkSlut: Address?
DUBIOUS: Hold on, I need my mail.
DrunkSlut: Nigga you don't know where you live?
DUBIOUS: I don't live here!
DUBIOUS: I sleep in a garage
DrunkSlut: You pay for shit you gave me
DUBIOUS: right
DUBIOUS: But I don't live here, where I am
DrunkSlut: I don't understand
DUBIOUS: You live in a house, right?
DrunkSlut: Apartment
DUBIOUS: Alright, you live there
DUBIOUS: I don't live where I am. I'm just staying.
DrunkSlut: Imma break up with you
DrunkSlut: Is it an apartment?
DUBIOUS: No. It's like home depot.
DrunkSlut: CALVERT!
DUBIOUS: I rented a storage unit, damn
DrunkSlut: Then say that!
DrunkSlut: Are you living in the unit?
DUBIOUS: Yes
DrunkSlut: You talking about like self storage, as in when people move?
DUBIOUS: Damn girl yo understanding is terrible
DrunkSlut: Did you move?
DUBIOUS: I stay in a storage unit
DrunkSlut: CALVERT!
DUBIOUS: I don't know the address. Why the fuck do I need an address for a fucking email over the motherfuckin' internet. Is my entire google inbox being sent to my house so I can refresh memory or some shit?
DrunkSlut: You need an address!
DrunkSlut: Are you homeless?
DUBIOUS: YES!
DrunkSlut: You pay my phone bill!
DUBIOUS: Oh yes, that's for remembering me. That's finna get cut off
DrunkSlut: I hate you right now.
DUBIOUS: ok, because I love you so much. And chatting on the phone is convenient. Imma tell you…
DUBIOUS: I'm a wanted man
DrunkSlut: What did you do?
DUBIOUS: I made some deals crossing into the Hood and I owe some money but I didn't pay it back on time and now the niggas is at my shit looking to beat me.
DrunkSlut: And you restored to living in a storage unit?
DUBIOUS: Wait for it
DrunkSlut: OH MY GOD
DUBIOUS: It is, inconspicuous
DUBIOUS: So my last hope is the race this weekend. The thing I told you
DrunkSlut: Let me say this now
DrunkSlut: You can live with me, you know where I live and everything
DUBIOUS: Alexis, baby.
DUBIOUS: You will die.
DrunkSlut: I can take care of myself. Like a zombie showed up at my door.
DUBIOUS: But the niggas I'm fucking with ain't soulless bitches. In fact, they will most likely
DUBIOUS: Eat me, suck me, and kill me.
DUBIOUS: You know what else is scary?
DrunkSlut: What?
DUBIOUS: synonyms
DrunkSlut: You know what, let me login to mine and imma send him an email.
DUBIOUS: Tell him that you mine, that you like big sausage and you don't fuck with half ass niggas from the sandbox
DrunkSlut: Real gangsta attitude, I will surely do that.
If somebody asked me how I felt about Calvert. He has charm to him, I like it. I found it goofy and I'm the type of bitch that loves to laugh or smile. Both, actually.
I hope he isn't in serious trouble. He pays my phone bill.
What's on my to do list for today? I check to see if I have any doctor appointments. Sometimes she throws schedules at me.
Luckily I'm clear of seeing her black ass anymore until next year. I still have that poster.
They didn't leave a phone number or anything. I could look it up. My phone beeps, I take out my shorts and see a message from Cal.
DUBIOUS: On the way to yo crib. Two knocks.
DrunkSlut: Ok.
It's nice having him around. It doesn't feel so lonely. Not that the lonely scares me but like… it's a feeling of emptiness then I realize it's just boredom.
I lose my mind in this apartment. What is loneliness? The lack of company but also I went to therapy once and my therapist said, Loneliness is a figment of the brain. Which means its imaginary.
I'm fine by myself but it makes me think about Tori. Tori was the girl that was bold. She can't swim but she didn't let fear and anxiety stop her. I was the one to get bugs out the room.
I was nasty when I was little probably why grandma hated me the most. I had a collection of roaches and I put them in my grandma's shoes.
Yeah, I got a lot of whoopings. And kicked out the house. It was fucked up, I kicked out for being the way I am. I don't ever remember seeing my mama but apparently, as told by auntie, she visited.
I have no recollection.
Her personality was just… altered. I told her to stay home.
I'm the oldest.
My phone beeps again.
DUBIOUS: You need something?
DUBIOUS: I'm on my way, I could steal some milk if you want
DrunkSlut: Please and Thank You.
DrunkSlut: Please get one of those pizzas. I can't cook.
DUBIOUS: Imma text you. Be looking out.
Calvert is such a sweetie. WHY DO I HAVE CENTS! Better yet, why do I never have good sense. I live by myself what can I do in the meantime?
DrunkSlut: Can you get a movie?
He doesn't answer right away, I go into my room and turn the computer on. I check my phone, still no answer. I'm excited Calvert is coming. I asked him if his name was really Calvert, he told me yes.
Calvert reminds me of Calvin. Remember getting our dog taken, found the dog and then running. Stupid Tori…
I haven't thought about sad shit in forever. Torielle isn't even my sister. I haven't seen her since that time we found each other, then found Juls then lost each other again.
I don't why she's so fucking stupid! Then there was that fucking puppet in the sewer. Sometimes I hope I never see her again. We not related, so why give a fuck? Especially sense I'm so fucking annoying when she's doing everything in her power to kill herself…
What…
Do I remember or not?
A knock breaks me out of my thoughts. That's one fast vampire.
I go and look through my peep hole. It's Calvert! I open up and wish he kisses me or something. "You made it!"
"I got gummy bears, chocolate soy milk, bread, strawberries, and a random red box movie."
"Is it funny. He walks in and places the bags on the table. "What made you come so quickly?"
"My dick ain't out yet."
"I mean the other thing."
"I'm being hunted. Like seriously, I went by 7/11 and they had a fucking poster for vampire hunters." his voice gets low. "You been in the house all day?"
"Yeah… vampire hunters?" Not gonna lie. I'm nervous.
"I've heard of the church sending out niggas like the white parade but that's for like confiscation."
This is new. Calvert is not ugly…
Well, he has this square shaped head, squinted eyes, and thin eyebrows. He has a lip piercing and I've always known him for his jacket. It's a black jacket with a hood and on the hood is a pair of googly eyes. His teeth are big and lips a bit big. Also… he actually has half an ear.
I got an ugly nigga but at least he says he love me.
OH!
"Can you come look at my pc?"
"For what?"
"Remember I told you my other nigga won't let me go? Come get him!" I throw my head back. "You wanna argue now?"
"YES!"
He smirks and comes to wrap his arm around my waist. "we could…"
"But I hate him!" I furrow. "Cal, get this nigga!"
"I will but you know." he slips his hand in my shorts. "I came a long way." he pulls me close.
"oh…"
Cal kisses me gently. "We don't do this often…"
"My body weird." It's like I wanna get out of it. He takes my hand and guides me towards the room. "Or couch?" he stops. "Which one?"
"Um, bed… cause couches is sharp and kinda hard."
"You right…"
We make it to the room, he lifts off my top and throws it to the side. I sit down and start thinking my breast are too small. I watch him unzip his pants and stare at his designer boxers.
He takes his dick out. I pull off my shorts and panties. He motions for me to lay back.
His dick is thick. Cal takes my thighs, slides his hands up to my knees and bends them back. He holds his meat and pokes my pussy with the tip. I sigh and rest my left leg on his shoulders.
He sticks it in, I feel my walls separate. "You good?" he asks me. I nod. He goes slow and I hear my computer pass a notification. I suck and air, breathing in and out.
He speeds up. "Hm…" his hands slide across my back, lifting me up slightly. He pushes in deep. I gasp.
He pulls out and comes back in again. My computer bings twice. I put my arms around his neck and lcok my ankles. I wasn't even thinking about a condom.
Cal reaches down and rubs my clit with his thumb. I gasp for air. Feeling him move back and forth. "This shit getting wet." he picks me up. My toes curl as he bounces me on his cock, I feel him pass deeper. I groan feeling my stomach getting hot. I roll my eyes. "Well look at you…" he smiles and bites my neck. "Ugh…" he slows down.
I wiggle my feet and thrusts hard into me. I hold him tight looking at his dark brown eyes. His grip on my legs gets tigher.
I clench my coochie around him. He thrust again, again. I'm louder each time.
My back hits the bed sheets. He bends my legs towards the wall. I can't move as he fucks me from the side. He's slow and thrust forward keeping the quick pace and then slows down again.
"You mean!" Cal takes his dick out of me. His shit is shiny. He parts my legs and dives in again. Cal kisses my neck, his rhythmic movements take the breath out of me.
I breathe deeply, I'm hotter and hotter. "I feel it." I hug him tight with my legs wrapped around him. "Deeper!"
He's fast. His balls slap across my ass. "Cal!" I can feel him sliding across my walls. I toss my head back feeling the built up. "Cal!"