Page 18 of Feeling Blue

“Nah, come chill, I got you.”

Next to the open passenger side door, he ushered her to him, placing a kiss on the back of her head as she passed. With hearts in her eyes, Forever watched him as he rounded the hoodof her truck and got in. All of this was so good that it felt like a dream.

“Where to, Beautiful?”

“Anywhere, I just want to be there with you.”

Her words were low, but sincere.

“Bet. Just program something in the GPS and I’ll make sure to keep you with me.”

The flirty smile that rested on his face made her bubbly inside, but like she’d been doing since meeting him, she did as she was told. Something about Blue deemed him worthy of being followed, so until he did something to prove otherwise, that’s what she’d do. Hopefully, he wouldn’t let her down.

He didn’t want to feel the pain she once felt

“Look at your happy ass,” Goody made fun of Forever as they sat on Facetime talking about Blue. “Can’t even stop smiling. That Black ass got you feeling all the feels, don’t he sister?”

“Man, Goody, you just don’t know,” Forever sighed heavily.

“Yes, I do, girl. You must have forgot who my husband is.”

“I swear I’m sorry for making fun of you all of those times, because now I see how you felt. Being with a man that admires you and isn’t afraid to show it is a different kind of feeling.”

“It’s that thug love, bitch! Just like my dog Trouble used to say,” Goody responded with a little less excitement. “Rest in Peace to a real nigga!” she screamed unnecessarily loudly. “I miss Trouble, man. They ain’t have to do my dog like that,” she spoke about the late rapper. “And I feel like I’m about to just die without Scooter.” Water gathered in her eyes as her head fell. “Scooter was so freaking sweet, mannnnn. A heart of gold. Always so genuine, willing to help me with whatever. I remember he was one of the first rappers to reach out and show me love when I started. Offering studio time, connecting me with people, letting me pull up on his shows. Just the realist nigga I ever met. I can’t believe my friend gone.” Water dripped slowly from her eyes as she continued trying to wipe them.

She’d run into them both at a few shows and eventually developed a friendly relationship with them as time passed, Scooter more than Trouble, but they were both cool, and she was feeling the loss of Scooter heavily. Forever and Eternity both empathized with her and gave her a minute to mourn her friends. She’d taken their deaths pretty hard and still had her moments whenever they were brought up. She hadn’t even gotten over losing Trouble before she was hit with Scooter’s passing too. It had been a rough few years for Goody, but they did their best to hold her down through the pain.

“Bitch, I’m telling you now. Don’t start all that crying shit today,” Eternity warned. “I’ma put your ass out of here. Forever trying to tell us about her new dick and you wanna bring the mood down. No hoe. I’m not crying with you today. I got stuff to do. I miss Scooter too, Bitch, but damn not today.”

Eternity fanned away her rising tears before the three of them laughed together while Goody nodded and wiped her eyes as well, even though tears continued falling.

Goody was at Eternity and Calvary’s house helping her sort baby clothes, and they decided to call Forever and see if Blue let her up to breathe yet. Of course, they weren’t home and were out at the beach, about to chill there for the day. Blue was out of the car and at the small food truck, grabbing them some food and drinks while Forever finished her call. He’d volunteered to give her time to talk to her people, and it warmed Forever’s heart in yet another addicting way.

“Now that Goody has gotten herself together, Rabbit, tell us how good that nigga fucked you. I know he dragged your shit.”

“I’m telling you! Blue looks like he can knock a bitch shit loose.”

“Did bitch!” Forever screamed loudly. “I’m so sore. My back and stomach aching so bad I can hardly walk without limping. That man took me straight to pound town.”

The women screamed in unison.

“Not pound town!” Eternity cackled loudly. “He was pounding your shit, Rabbit?”

“The first time he was, the second time he was sweeter with it, but then turned right back around this morning and took me right back to pound town,” she sighed heavily. “I’m in love with that dick, y’all.”

Eternity clapped wildly. “Ain’t nothing like hood nigga dick, whew chile.”

“You better shut your loud ass up before Calvary come in here. Reminiscing a little too hard hoe, chill,” Goody warned.

“And do what? That nigga gives me street dick every night. His lil’ fat ass is in the category too. He ain’t all white collar like Jerrico and Marcellus. I don’t know if it’s the dreads, the gold teeth, or that gun, but Calvary drops hood nigga dick like he was born and raised in the projects bitch. It be feeling so good, I be begging and crying for it when he mad.”

“Me too, Yummy! I was crying and begging too, cousin,” Forever interjected excitedly.

“Didn’t I tell you? All you needed was a thug. They gon’ do you right.”

“I can tell,” she replied while watching Blue stand off to the side of the food truck with his hands tucked in his pockets, waiting for their food.

His demeanor was chill, but Forever could tell he was watching his surroundings. She loved the way he was not looking at anyone in particular, but was still watching everyone. That was one of those characteristics that made her feel safe. Allthroughout the airport, and at the restaurant the night before, he’d done the same thing while keeping her close the entire time. He was crack, and she was undoubtedly turning into an addict.

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