Page 2 of Same Girl
“So, this honey that’s got you chilling . . . I mean, what are we talking about? Moving in, marrying, or what?” Smoke asked.
I reached inside my pocket and pulled out the eighteen-karat, white-gold, princess-cut engagement ring. They both whistled when I showed it to them.
“That cost a pretty penny,” Smoke declared.
“Yeah, but she’s worth every penny.”
Fyve shook his head. “Never thought I’d see the day, nig. We’ve been homies since the haystack, and I never expected this.”
“When you plan on asking her?” Smoke asked.
“In a couple of days. I’ve got a date planned.”
“That’s what’s up. You think she’s expecting it?” Fyve asked.
“Not even close.”
“That’s the reason I came back, too, honestly. I mean, I’m not proposing just yet, because I think I need more time with my girl. But I love her, and she’s the apple of my eye. Can’t imagine my future without her in it,” Fyve declared.
“Y’all on that same time I’m on.” Smoke chuckled as he lit his cigar.
“Yeah, my girl’s got her own business, and she’s inspirational as hell. She’s a sweet girl, she loves gardening, and she’s so chill,” I declared.
“My girl likes to garden too. When she cooks, she gets her ingredients fresh out of her garden,” Fyve stated.
“Chosen, you’re talking about marrying her. How long have y’all been together?”
“Believe it or not, Smoke, it’s only been one year, but I know that she’s the one for me.”
“That’s how I felt about Fiya when I met her, so I know what you mean. How’d you meet?”
“She came to my shop to get this tattoo just above her ass.” I shook my head with a smile as I recalled her tattoo.
“Love them tramp stamps, especially when you’re hitting it from the back,” Fyve stated and fist bumped me.
“Don’t I know it. I gave her this pair of gold and pink shears just above her ass with the words Cut ‘N’ Up, just above it.”
“Word? My girl’s got that same tat,” Fyve confessed, looking strangely at me.
“I would say that she got it done from me, because my shit’s original, but I doubt that. I haven’t done another one like hers. Someone might’ve seen a picture of it or something and copied it,” I explained.
“Nah, my girl’s a stylist. That’s why she got it.”
“Mine is too,” I muttered.
“The way them scissors dip toward that dimple in her left ass cheek. Mmmph,” Fvye stated, shaking his head. “Got me bricked up just thinking about it.”
“My girl’s got a dimple in her left ass cheek.”
“Well, my baby’s got a tattoo of a comb on her right ankle,” he stated.
“So does mine. But my girl’s got butterflies on her left shoulder all in flight, and her name is tatted on her left breast,” I shared.
“Mine too,” he replied.
“Mya,” we stated at the same time.
“Damn. Sounds like y’all have been fucking with the same girl,” Smoke inputted.
