Page 94 of Feeling Blue

“You know something,” Pat’s voice got his attention again. “You one sucka ass nigga. You over there daydreaming and shit.”

Blue’s leg bounced up and down as he chuckled, fighting the feeling of happiness bubbling over in his chest as he thought about Forever.

“Fuck you nigga. I’m in love.”

“You ain’t got to tell me. I see that shit for myself,” Pat laughed first, with Blue following. “I’m happy for you though, my nigga.”

“Appreciate it. Now all we got to do is get somebody to like your old grandaddy ass.”

Pat frowned while shaking his head. “I’m good.”

“You can’t stay single all your life,”

“Hell, if I can’t. These women be addicted to trauma and toxic shit. I don’t have time for either. I’m too old for that. Any woman I get, gon’ have to wanna sit her ass down and behave.”

Blue cracked a smile.

“Shid, I’ve had my eye on this one girl for a good minute now, but I pushed up on her the other day and she was on some scarred shit from her ex-nigga and came at me wrong, so fuck it.” He shrugged.

Blue nodded because he understood why Pat felt the way he felt, but he still wanted more for his dog. Especially after seeing how good life could feel with the right woman.

“Don’t give up on her yet. Forever still show scars from her past every now and then too, but that’s just how women are. If you want her, put the press on her ass. She’ll crack.”

Pat didn’t say anything, but Blue knew he’d heard him. Not necessarily in the mood to talk either, Blue didn’t press for conversation. Instead, he looked out of the window and considered his next moves. He’d always known him, and Forever being in different places wasn’t going to work for him, but after leaving her at the airport, he knew it for sure now. He had to get his girl out there with him.

“You trying to slide to Yayo’s spot with me?” Pat questioned while pulling to a stop in Blue’s driveway. “That lil’ party for his birthday tonight. Know if we don’t pull up, he gon’ be on his hoe shit.”

“Yeah. Let me shower and shit and I’ll slide,” Blue told him while spotting Zurena’s car in his driveway.

He’d just been about to tell Pat he’d holla at him later when Zurena got out of the car. Like she always did, she looked a little disturbed, but she smiled and waved anyway.

“Let me get out and see what this girl got going on. It’s always some bullshit.” Blue mumbled while opening the passenger door and holding his hand out for a dap. “If she wasn’t my sister, I’d split her shit just for having an attitude.”

Pat slapped palms with him but turned the truck off anyway. “Hold up, I’ll just wait on you. We can head that way together... maybe even perk your mean ass sister up.”

The two of them were out of Pat’s truck and headed up Blue’s long driveway in no time. Zurena held her arms out for a hug as soon as Blue got closer.

“I missed you,” her voice muffled some as he tucked her beneath his arm in a hug.

“I missed you too, but that don’t mean pop your stalking ass up at my spot.”

Zurena giggled as they walked toward the door.

“When your location showed you were close, I came over,” her shoulders shrugged. “Big sister behavior,”

“No. They call that psycho stalker behavior, baby girl.”

The siblings were laughing when Pat walked close enough to be on the opposite side of Blue. “What’s going on, Zurena?”

“Hey,” she waved with her gaze focused on the front door of Blue’s house.

Upon entering his home, Blue headed to the back of the house while Zurena and Pat were left alone in the living room. The silence was anything but comfortable, but Pat didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he took a seat on the loveseat near the window and relaxed backward so that he could admire the way Zurena’s denim shorts hugged her curves.

Thicker than the average woman, with big bowlegs and wide hips, Zurena was the definition of a stallion. A full-grown horse at its finest. Every accent of her body matched the other. Her ass-to-leg ratio was perfect and gave way to how good she ate. Her stomach wasn’t the flattest, but that was just how Pat liked his women.

Not fat at all, but healthy, with a few extra pounds settled around her midsection and back. Her wild black hair was just as curly and free as it always was, but in a nice way. It didn’t appear untamed, but more so along the lines of the little wash and go style that many black women were gravitating to these days. Long and thick, with soft curls resting on her back and shoulders.

Much like his boy Blue, Zurena’s skin was a different kind of black than most dark-skinned people. It didn’t mimic chocolate, but an onyx diamond instead. Zurich’s was the same way, but of course, Zurena’s looked better. It was moisturized and somewhat glowing as she stood facing the wall, doing everything she could to ignore him. Pat smirked because it was comical.

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