Summer Chic Lit: Diary of a Breakup, Chapter 7

Want to get caught up on past entries in Jade's diary? Read chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6.

Dear Diary,

Oh my God! What did I do? What did I do? Here I was, waking up out of a coma-like, drunk-induced sleep. I actually thought I was in my room at my parent’s house. I turned, looked to my left, and there was Tyriq passed out – snoozing like a baby, a very drunk baby. Both of us were in our underwear, and I could feel my bare leg touch his.

I was so embarrassed and ashamed. My head was pounding from the night before. Note to self, don’t mix Hennessey, Absolut, and mojitos, bad combination…very bad combination. If I could only remember what happened. I shut my eyes and tried to jog my memory but to no avail. I remembered sitting on his lap at the lounge, kissing him on his forehead and saying, “You were always the most trustworthy.” After that my mind draws a total blank.

Good thing Tyriq was sleeping. My plan was to quietly creep out of there as quickly as possible. I inched to the side of the bed with trepidation. The thoughts of what I could have done were stuck on repeat in my head, playing over and over. My shame grew with each quiver. Finally I made it to the edge. I slowly placed my legs over the side one leg at a time and put my feet on the floor. Ahh, I was halfway there. Now I just had to find my clothes. I was just in the process of moving one foot when I heard, “Jade, are you going home?”

Dammit! I was trying to sneak out without Tyriq ever waking up. I was going to,” I said. “I didn’t want to wake you, you seemed peaceful. Besides I didn’t want to waste your Saturday.” I refused to turn and look at him. I was too embarrassed. Then I remembered, I was in my underwear. I wore a strapless bra and thong to the club. OH MY GOD! Tyriq was getting a close up of my ass as we were speaking. I freaked. I wanted to run and started to, then I thought that he would really get a good look at my ass while I was running out of his bedroom. I opted to sit down as if my cheeks were on fire and his bed was a swimming pool. I took his maroon cotton sheets and covered up my waist. The gander he got was enough.

We sat there in awkward silence for a moment, finally I got the courage to ask him.

“Ty, did we…did we do anything last night?”

“No,” he replied, looking at me as if I offended him.

“So if you don’t mind me asking, how did I get in your bed?”

“Jade, do you have any recollection about what went on last night?”

“Hmm…obviously not. The last thing I remember was that I sat on your lap and kissed you on the forehead.”

“Let me fill you in.”

“Please do.”

“After you kissed me on the forehead you threw up all over me and yourself. I took you out of the club and then you threw up outside the lounge.”

“I did that?” I said in horror. “Say word.”

“Word,” Tyriq responded with a smirk on his face. “Come on now Jade, you know you were always the lightweight of the group. You were tore up when I grabbed your arm at the club. Then you started drinking mojitos like you they were mint juleps. I knew it was only a matter of time.”

I looked at him in shock, totally embarrassed from my behavior the night before. That dress was one hundred eighty five dollars. Thank God Justin paid for it , or I really would’ve been pissed. As it was, I was mortified. Then I noticed his smirked widened to a smile, and he started to laugh hysterically.

I hit him on the chest and said, “How can you laugh at me? What kind of friend are you?”

“The same friend that had to use my spare blanket in my car to cover the seats with so your vomit would get on the seats. Then I drove you here, took off your dress and tried to put you in a t-shirt, but you kept fighting me and saying how you don’t like white tees. So I put you to bed while I listened to you sing ain’t nobody dope as me I’m just so fresh and clean until you drifted off.”

“I was singing?”

“Yes you were – and it was bad. That's why I have to laugh. Jade, I drove home in my boxers.”

“You did?”

“Word, I had vomit all over my pants. You lucky I love you like a sister girl, or you would’ve gotten left. Your boy don’t deal with vomit too well. The entire night was classic, I’m definitely filing it in the record book to throw in your face later. That is what homies are for.”

After he told me what happened I had no choice but to laugh with him. What was I going to do, cry? There is nothing that can be done about spilled milk, failed relationships, or vomit. We laughed for a few minutes about me throwing the drink in Michelle’s face, sucking down those mojitos, and my horrible rendition of an Outkast classic. Then he touched me firm yet gentle on the arm. It was the gentlest touch I have felt in a long time. It made my body vibrate. He told me that I needed something to wear and not to worry, that he had me.

He popped up and proceeded to walk to his dresser. I was happy when I realized that he was in bed with me with gym shorts and not in his underwear. I felt his leg rubbing against mine and assumed that he was in his skivvies. Then he took out a pair of red sweat pants, a red and white tee shirt, and boxers from the drawers. He went into the other room and came back with a washcloth and towel.

“The bathroom is on your left.” He said as he handed me the clothes, towel, and rag, “Sorry about the clothes…I know they don’t work with your shoes. I only got man things ‘round here, but I know you will make it work with your sense of fashion.”

“Thanks Ty, for everything.”

“Be quiet,” he said, sounding embarrassed and a bit cynical as he walked out of his bedroom.

I took the towel and wrapped it around my body and walked to the bathroom. The heat from the shower felt incredibly good as I washed off all my crazy deeds from the night before. My headache also began to subside. I dried off and got dressed, thankful that I had Ty’s baggy clothes to change in.

I stepped out of the bathroom and went into the kitchen. Ty was in there making breakfast. He made me a bowel of porridge, toast, and tea. I was overwhelmed. No guy had ever made me breakfast before, not even Justin. We ordered out and he would go pick it up, but he never stepped in the kitchen and made a meal for me. Surprisingly enough, the food was excellent. I have never had porridge before but I like it. He had also made himself the same. We sat and ate together. I thanked him for the meal and offered to do the dishes. “Be quiet,” Ty responded as he cleared the table. He washed the dishes and I sat with him.

Afterwards we played football on his Sony Playstation 3. I was waiting for him to tell me that he had somewhere to go or someone to see, but he didn’t. I was thankful that he didn’t say anything like that. I hadn’t felt this peaceful, confident, and wanted in a long time. I was almost afraid to go home to my parent’s house after rediscovering my strength. I thought I would step back in my bedroom and all the good vibes I acquired by hanging with Tyriq would evaporate. Then I would look around my room lusting for those good feelings like someone that woke up from an awesome dream that they didn’t want to end.

Tyriq appeared not to want me to leave either. We played video games for hours, switching different games, and then played dominoes followed by Jenga. Then we napped as we tried to watch the third Star Wars movie on cable. When I woke up, Ty was gone. After fifteen minutes I got worried, after twenty I started to get a little pissed. He stepped in the door after twenty-three minutes with groceries in hand. “You like salmon, right?” Tyriq asked as he walked past me.

“Of course,” I said watching him, “You need me to help?”

“Nah…I’m good. Just watch TV…I got this.”

I watched television while Ty made dinner. I couldn’t believe I was getting two meals in one day. I felt so special. He called me in for dinner and when I came in the kitchen dinner was on the table. He made salmon, baked potatoes, and salad. After dinner I told him I was going to leave. He offered to take me home and refused to take no for an answer. We rode to my parent’s house flipping the stations until we heard a song we liked. When we pulled in front of my house we gave each other a long, bear hug. It was the best hug I received in a long time. He kissed me on the forehead and I thanked him once again for everything.

My parents were upset with me because I never called them to let them know that I wasn’t coming home. I’m not used to checking in with my parents, I guess I will have to get used to that. I went to my room and sent Tyriq a message that read:

Wanna go see Hostel 2 with me next weekend?

He replied: Sure

After he replied I started to feel strange about asking him out. Was I being too forward? I didn’t want to give him the wrong impression. Did I make a mistake? It was too late to take the message back, he had already replied. Wait a minute, why was I tripping? This is just me and Ty. We are members of the Magnificent Seven. We were just chillin’ like we always did. True, not all the members would be present, but it is okay for us to chill together. We are still friends. Michelle and Justin may be acting like total idiots, but nothing has changed between us. Or had it??????

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