"My heart turned my excitement and emotions into a passionate two paragraph drunken synopsis of my sober feelings for him. I talked about Shakespeare, and how even though Shakespeare was a thot, he still loved his wife."
You know what's the worst part of being thirsty? Seeing the iced cold beverage with precipitation, or condensation.. whatever the hell they tell you the droplets of water on the outside of a ice cold drink is, and not being able to drink it. Thirst is the equivalent to walking up Fordham Road with your mama, on a summer day, beasting for that Kool Aid you just made but couldn't finish cause Moms was rushing you. Damn.
Rodney is my Kool Aid. Cool as LL COOL J ass man, yo.
My best friend stay clowning me for my crush on Rodney all through out high school. Rodney would come into class and here Denise go, grabbing my arm, cheesing like a bare fool. As Rodney glanced my way, I looked the opposite.
"Girl, wah ya look wey for?", Denise said with her gold tooth glisening.
Among all the thing I find annoying about Denise, from her heavy West Indian accent, to her lack of good fashion sense, that gold tooth make my insides chuckle. All them tings, and she still is confident like a mother.
"You're embarassing me."
"Meeeeee?" she said in a low and boisterious voice.
"Yes! YOOOOU! How can I be great if you grinning so hard everytime me and him are both in the same room?"
"Simple, you walk up to him and act crazier then me. I think guys like when you act crazier den the crazy gyal."
I don't know what she's talking about ever. But she's the only one who lets me rant about weird sci-fi ish, and my successful DIY projects, that nobody seems to give a crap about. So I tolerate Denise.
Me and Rodney live two blocks from each other. I live in the Forest Projects, across the street from this school that has trailers for classrooms. He used to walk me home everyday from class when we went to middle school. I never felt for a boy like that before. I wasn't even popular. I was the dweeb who had unmatching socks, and flats, please don't judge me. But again, between him and Denise, who just arrived fresh off the boat from St. Croix, I was an after thought to everybody at school. But not to Rodney.
We fell out of contact after word got out that I had a crush on Rodney. I was trying to tell Denise why I was so livid in 5th period, when Rodney gave me a hug on his way to the lunch room. Denise, in her loud voice, repeated everything I told her while a group of 7th graders passed by. That week, Rodney stopped walking me home, I got teased so bad, I ended up stop talking to Denise for a month. She apologized everyday for that whole month, which made me change my mind in not talking to her ever again.
So fast forward to high school, Rodney is that guy that makes me think of all the possibilities. He's that guy, k?
He waves to me and smiles. I smile back. My heart melts into goo or something, because my stomach turned, and flipped. The damn thang did cartwheels, and done popped, locked and dropped it in my belly. That's what he does to me. This unfamiliar feeling that I've never felt for any one guy.. Well until I got this text.
It was Friday.
Me and the girls are pre-gaming. Getting ready to go to Webster Hall, supposebly a DJ from Hot 97 is suppose to be spinning that night. I must warn ya'll, I got some nerves when I get a drink, or two, in me. As I'm popping, and twerking, all over the room with my girls, I check my phone and see Rodney name pop up.
My face screwed up. In a 2 minute span, the music stopped and my heart turned my excitement and emotions into a passionate two paragraph drunken synopsis of my sober feelings for him. I talked about Shakespeare, and how even though he was a thot, he still loved his wife. I talked about how I could be his Bey, and he could be my Lucious. Man, I looked back and shooked my head when I noticed I even ended up saying we can have twins like Nori and Blue.
We didn't go to Webster Hall. Ciroc didn't let me. Ciroc had me spilling my feelings for my crush, twerking on Denise's moms' sculpture project, doing the shmoney on her next doors neighbors doorstep, and eventually vomitting myself to sleep. Damn.
I wake up Saturday morning in Denise's bed. Got friggin' throw up all over my shoes, and so the not so hot dinner we had from Giovanni's ended up on my socks. I picked my phone up and saw three messages from Rodney. Rodney? What he was doing writing me?
"I butt texted you."
In my confusion, I scrolled back up and saw the hot mess of a text message I wrote to him last night. I was dumbfounded. First, I thought how do you butt text someone. Then I saw messages and crawled into a ball.
I knew I was going down for this one. As I walked into the cafeteria, I saw Rodney sitting next to his then girl, Courtneigh. I couldn't stand Courtneigh which is why I didn't mention her til now. Just uttering the name "Courtneigh" and thinking of that horrible spelling that her mom thought she was so "unique" for coming up with, gets me fed.
Courtneigh makes eye contact with me, and my heart wants to run out towards her. As I turn around, Courtneigh shouts, "Yeah you drunk hoe, turn around and get ya life". Damn.
I must've cried like that whole year.
I got over Rodney. Courtneigh and him broke up right before college. I was content with the average life I was living. Denise was a dentist, which I find amazing how she can work and still chat up a storm like she does. On my way to work one morning, I get a call from an unavaliable number.
"Hello?", replied the bass filled voice
"Um, Who is this?"
I froze. I haven't spoke to Rodney since 10th grade. I don't even know what to do with myself.
"Yo? You still there?"
"Yeah.. I'm here, just trying to figure out what you might've wanted?"
"Nah, I was just trying to see how you been, I haven't spoke to you in a long time."
"Try a few years."
We both laughed. We ended up talking for 2 hours about everything and everything. Things felt like we were in 10th grade again.
"Let me take you out."
Will our sidechick heroine go out with Rodney? Why is Rodney suddenly coming back after all this time? Does Denise still have that gold tooth? Find out next time on Urban Royals' Sidechick Chronicles.