"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 surreal, like we were in 10th grade again. Butterfly, good vibes, and all.
"Let me take you out."
Can you believe it? I'm sitting across from him. HIM! I've haven't thought about him until he called me randomly that day. Which makes me wonder..
"How did you get my number?", I asked him dauntingly.
"What you mean?"
"I mean, I haven't spoken to you in years. There's absolutely NO WAY, you kept my number for that long."
"And why would that be hard to believe?", he asked with a devilish grin.
I blushed. This is waaay too much for me right now. I sipped my water, calmed down, and recouped.
"I don't think Courtnaaaaay would've appreciated it, was all", I said, making sure I added a little horse sound to Courtneigh's name.
He laughed, which I figured meant he's not even slightly seeing her.
"Yeah, that chick is crazy".
Wait.. he said is.
"Yeah, I wonder what became of her." I said just to see his response.
He sipped his drink.
"We had a kid."
"A kid", I repeated.
As he pulled out his phone and pulled up pictures, I gazed around at the room. I was wondering if anybody else was listening. I needed witnesses.
Someone to pinch me and tell me that I was mistakenly sent to the Twilight Zone and reality is waiting for me on the other side.
"I guess you can say this is my little pony", he laughed. My face remained.
As I observed the beautiful girls face, and saw the resemblance to both him, and horsey, I teared.
I was so mad at myself for being so vulnerable in a moment where I should've kept cool.
"I'm sorry, this is embarassing", I quickly dried my tear.
"Nah, it's fine.. i get it", he mumbled while he looked down, putting his phone away.
He obviously did not. Why did he call me here today? What was this all suppose to mean? I let his "I get it" sink in for two minutes before I uttered,
"I can't do this. I have to go."
I stormed out of the restaurant, and as I went for the door he shouted "wait!"
But I couldn't.
I ran for about a block, before I ducked into a corner store and cried in the cooler section for a good 15 minutes. I sobbed over beer cans, and an malt beverage I felt pathetic enough to buy.
Tipsy off the malt liquor, I thought back to Rodney and I in 10th grade. Things seemed innocent then. It felt right. No confusions, no babys, no worries. Adulthood brings out more complexities.
Dozing off, I heard a knock at my door that startled me. I got up and asked who.
"Rodney, can we talk?"
I felt a pit in my stomach. I knew I had no more talk left in me. No more conversation.
"I can't", I pleaded, hoping he'd disappear and that'll be that.
"Why do you spend you life running away?", Rodney said finally.
I looked down.
"It was cute back then, but now it's just damn right ANNOYING!", I sensed the frustration in his tone.
I unlocked the door.
We stared at each other for what seemed like 10 minutes. And before you knew it, things didn't seem all that complexed.
We talked, we laughed, I cried, he consulted. It was perfect.