Page 25 of Virgo Type Sh*t
My eyes were still closed as I stretched my arms. When my eyes opened, I closed them quickly because of the bright light in the room.I know I didn’t sleep straight through the damn night.I opened my eyes again, and I would be damned if it wasn’t morning.
My back shot up off the bed.Wait! Where the fuck am I?I looked around the foreign room in a panic. This wasn’t T.J.’s room. Where was T.J.? “T.J.!”
I heard steps before the door opened. He stood there in basketball shorts with no shirt on.Damn.“Yeah, Meek. Why you look like dat?”
“Tumnus, where the hell are we? This is not your bedroom.” His blank stare annoyed me. First, he let me get in bed without taking a shower after traveling. Second, he had me somewhere that I didn’t know of.
He walked further into the room. “That’s wha’ you yellin’ ’bout? Dis yo’ bedroom, girl.”
My neck bucked back to complement the tightness of my face. “What the hell do you mean this is my bedroom? Tumnus, stop fucking playing with me.” I looked at the bedside table, then pulled the drawer open. “Where the fuck are my bitches?”
His feet stopped. The room was enormous.It does look familiar, but it’s not my anything.“Meek, you gonna shoot your nigga? Something told me not to put your bitches near you when we got in. I told you that this is your bedroom in your fucking house.”
Now it was time for me to get out of this bed because he was about to get fucked up. I was not a person that crashed out in a boisterous way. I had pride in my calm demeanor in the face of adversity, but when I felt like I was in danger, all bets were off.
I noticed that my clothes were taken off when I flung the covers off me. “T.J., you’re playing a dangerous game. You acting real crazy, but I’m crazier, boo. I don’t have a damn house.”
He snickered, but his eyes didn’t leave me. “This must be that overthinking Virgo shit that ole girl warned me about.” When he took a step toward me, I stepped back. He reached out his hand, grabbed my arm, then pulled me into him. “Calm da fuck down, Meek, befo’ you piss me da fuck off. Ain’t nobody ’bout to do shit to yo’ ass. I’m highly offended dat you think I would hurt you, and you know I love yo’ paranoid ass.”
My mind shuttered at his mention of my paranoia. That was something that we had to deal with in our relationship. I didn’t realize how messed up James and Faheeta’s shit had me. I met T.J. not long after I got to Charleston, and we were in a relationship just as fast. There wasn’t time for me to deal with what happened, so I sometimes took things out on him. When I dropped that oil drum in the sea and made those bitches fit into one drum, I thought that was all the healing that I needed. I was sadly mistaken.
“How are you mad at me for waking up in a foreign place and being scared? This is not normal, Tumnus.” My voice was softer because I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t trust him. I did trust him to an extent, but if I had to, I’d kill his ass without thought. I felt comfortable saying that because I knew the same was true for him.
He wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. “Mekole, anywhere I am, you are safe. You are literally my heart in human form. I would never break my own heart.” He took a step back. “Now, like I said, we are in your house. Look around, baby.”
I took a moment to look around the room and think. “Wait, this-this looks like the bedroom furniture from the model home that I wanted.” My head snapped in his direction. “Tum, I know you don’t have us on the show lot, sleeping in a model.”
“Meek, stop wit’ dat Tumnus, Tum shit. I done let you have it a few times.” His face was so scrunched but cute. “No. We are in your house with the furniture that you picked out.” He stepped to the side.” Go look, baby.”
God is good!It had to have been him who made sure Meek stayed asleep last night. I wasn’t sure how I would pull off what I had planned, but God.Maybe Mega is rubbing off on us.I did my big one with this. “Go look, baby.”
I watched as she walked around her new bedroom. I understood why she loved this home’s layout. The bedroom could fit two Alaskan Kings if she wanted to and a full living room suite. Right now, there was a California King in it, but the full living room suite was in here. Her hand rubbed over the sectional. “Dat shit nice right?”
With a gentle smile, she glanced at me over her shoulder. “It is nice, baby. This is the set that I wanted when we went to that furniture store.”
I smiled at my own damn attention to detail. When I toured the new home with her after we put it on our show lot, to make sure it was ready to show, she walked around mentioning all of the things that she would change with the décor if it was hers. After I agreed that she could have whatever model furniture that she wanted for her house, she dragged me to furniture stores to find the things that she didn’t plan to take from the unit. I pulled the sales associate to the side and told him to tag all that shit, and I would be back later to pay for it.
“How in the hell!” I walked into the massive closet where she was that led to the even more massive bathroom. When her gaze fell on me, she had a tiny scowl on her pretty face. “T.J., this is my stuff. How did my stuff get in here from my apartment?”
I let out a low laugh. “I had some help. There’s still some shit we got to get. Most of it in here though.”
She giggled. “Only your ass would move me out my shit into some other shit. This shit is crazy.”
“I actually got the idea from my boy War. Dats how he did his wife. Bought her a house and moved her ass right in,” I confessed with lifted shoulders. “I thought e been a good idea, so I did ’em.”
She fell over in laughter. “Pea did say that he did that. So, Mega is rubbing off on Fiona, and War is rubbing off on you.”
I followed her around the house as she looked at everything. From room to room, her smile grew bigger and bigger. I was amazed that I pulled this off in one weekend. I couldn’t have done it without the help that I had. The weekend trips were intentional. Yeah, the dudes and I went to Vegas and balled out on Friday, but we were back by Saturday morning to make my plan come to fruition.
We were in the living room when she stopped and turned to me. “You found a lot for it? I was catching hell trying to find someplace.”
“You was catchin’ hell because you tried to do ’em by yourself. I tol’ yo’ stubborn ass ta let me help you,” I fussed. I offered to help her find a lot, but her ass said she could do it. Months later, her ass had yet to find one. My mama told me that Mekole wasn’t really trying because the longer it took to find one, the longer it would be before she had to admit that she really did want to live with me.
Mekole’s glare went from me to the front door. “Where did you put—” Her words cut off when she walked out of the front door onto the wraparound porch. People slept on manufactured homes, but in my eyes, they were nicer than brick and mortar homes with the added benefit that you could move the shit.
I followed her onto the porch that was also furnished with outdoor décor. It was a nice ass day. “Aye, my daddy cookin’ out today. We goin’ ova der afta you fuck me and we get ready.”
“Tumnus.” Her voice was soft and calm. I’d let her have that Tumnus shit this last time. “Is that your house?”
