Summer Chic Lit: Diary of a Breakup, Chapter 10

Want to get caught up on past entries in Jade's diary? Read chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9.

Dear Diary,

First, I must start off this entry by saying, “OH MY GOD!” Transformers what? Transformers who? The only thing that transformed was Ty. I still can’t believe what happened. It wasn’t until I retold the events to Denise later on at dinner that I realized it was true. Even after Tyriq woke me up with the sweetest kiss on the forehead, I still thought the events of Friday were a dream.

After all, it wasn’t the first time I woke up in Ty’s bed; that time all I felt was shock and horror. I awoke this time feeling nothing but ecstasy and awe. No regrets. Why should I have any? Justin had moved on so it was time that I had done the same. I felt strange at first about how all of this had come to pass. I was apprehensive about how others might perceive us, but to hell with that. No one can judge us, especially after what happened to us. What happened on Friday was fate--nothing more, nothing less. And there is no use arguing with fate.

Tyriq left me in bed on Saturday to go play basketball and run some errands for his grandmother. He told me to make myself at home and hoped he would see me when he came back. After he left, I laid in his bed with a smile that stretched across my entire face. I hadn’t smiled like that in a long time. I felt like I was in a trance. I didn’t want to move. I just lied on my back staring at the ceiling with a big ole Kool-Aid smile on my face. At that moment, life felt good…so good I suddenly had the urge to make a snow angel. Since I wasn’t in a patch of snow, I decided to improvise and make one in his bed. I had never made a bed angel before--it was fun. I had no idea how long I languished in his bed, it could have been fifteen minutes or it could have been hours.

It was difficult for me to leave because I felt so comfortable and I was hoping Tyriq would come through the door so we could ring the bell and start round four. He didn’t. So I decided to get up and start my day. I showered, dressed, and made myself a bowl of spaghetti. We never did eat dinner. I must give myself kudos on the spaghetti, it was delicious. Not as delicious as Ty, but it made for a great last minute breakfast. Before I left I cleaned up his kitchen and made up the bed. I wrote him a note that said: Ty, Please don’t think I’m trying to be like Cinderella running away from the ball after the clock strikes twelve. I just wanted to get back to Jersey and take care of a few things before I meet Denise for dinner. Give me a call when you get home or I will call you after I come back from dinner. P.S. Was Transformers as good for you as it was for me? LOL Jade

On the ride back to Newark, flashbacks of our evening together would hit me as the train jolted back and forth along the tracks. I would close my eyes. My mind would rewind and vivid images of us would play in my head. I squirmed in my seat and started smiling. Then I broke out in laughter. The people on the train must have thought I hadn’t taken my medicine. Still, I thought these images were just a fantasy. Everything about Friday was a fantasy…it just had to be.

Later on that night I met Denise for dinner at our favorite restaurant, Red Lobster. She had arrived early and was waiting for me at the bar. It seems like everyone in northern New Jersey wanted seafood. Luckily Denise used to date the manager in high school so we had a hook up. As soon as I arrived we were seated. I sat silent across from my homegirl with a grin as long as the Mississippi River plastered across my face. I just wanted to see how long she could wait. I knew she wouldn’t wait very long.

“Okay, spill it,” she demanded while we waited for our drinks. I laughed. Patience was never one of Denise’s virtues, I guess that is why we got along so well.

“So you wanna know about the movie?”

“Did y’all even watch the movie, or were you sucking each other’s faces during it.”

“Girl, there was no movie. The only thing that transformed was me and Tyriq…several different ways and several times.”

“I KNEW IT! I am so good. I should open up my own fortune telling business,” Denise said as she laughed and pretended to pop her collar.

“What do you mean you knew it?

“Jade please. How long have I known you. I could see that collision coming as clear as day. I told you I saw it that night at the club.”

“Whatever.” Our conversation was paused when our waiter, who was extremely cute, brought us our drinks. We ordered our food and picked up our gossip as soon as he left.

“So how was it,” Denise asked as she took a sip of her drink.

“Girl, it was like nothing I have ever experienced. EVER! Now I truly understand what Madonna was singing about in that "Like A Virgin" song because that was what is it was like. He made love to me.”

“Whaaat?”

“Denise I’m telling you. You know we were supposed to go to the movies, but I came over early to cook for him. I made the food and when I came in the living room to tell him that the spaghetti was ready he was watching a movie. So I sat beside him. Next thing I know we were making out and I freaked out.”

“You freaked out. Why?”

“Because I didn’t know if I wanted to take it there or not. And I was leery about what people would say if they found out.”

“Jade, please. Screw people, sometimes you have to do what makes you happy. That is what your ex man and friend did. Why should you deny yourself happiness?”

“You’re right.”

“So then what happened, and get to the juicy part. My drink is almost finished.”

“Girl, this man ran a bubble bath, undressed me, picked me up, and put me in it. Then he bathed me.”

“Oh my God! He bathed you?”

“Oh yes he did. It felt like heaven on earth too. Then he picked me up out of the tub and dried me off. By the time he was done I felt like a limp noodle. Then he picked me back up and carried me in his bedroom. My feet did not touch the floor last night. And they still haven’t touched the ground. I have been walking on clouds ever since. Denise…he made love to me. For real, it was not sex. He made love to me.”

“Really?”

“It was unreal. I didn’t know it could be like that. That dude must have studied the Kama Sutra forwards and backwards. I was so swept up. He made sex sexy. It is all I can think about. Oh…. and the boy must have popped a viagra on the low because he just did not stop.”

“Wow! So…what are you two going to do? Are y’all gonna take this any farther or is it a jump-off type of thing?”

“Let’s just say that we are friends that give each other what we need when we need it. Like two animals that have been bruised in a fight, we lick each other’s wounds.”

“Yeah okay…. you literally lick each other’s wounds,” Denise said laughing.

“Shut up!”

“Whatever, like I said before you two are licking some serious wounds. Just don’t get caught up in the sex haze. I don’t want to have to take you back to Cali with me in the fall and sign you up at the Betty Ford Clinic. I know they counsel drunks, I’m not so sure about sex addicts.”

“Like I said, we are just friends that give each other what we need.”

The remainder of our dinner conversation was devoted to Denise talking about some loser that had been stalking her since she came back to Jersey for the summer. She met him down at the shore. I must admit that I was in and out for the duration of the conversation. Sometimes I could swear that she sounded like the teacher from the Peanut’s cartoons. I had Ty on the brain.

He sent two text messages while we were at dinner. I guess his ears were burning. After dinner Denise and I went our separate ways. She was going to meet the stalker at some lounge in Montclair. I think she wanted me to ride shotgun, but knew I had other plans so she didn’t ask. Another girl we went to school with was going to meet her there. When I got in the car I read Ty’s messages: I was hoping to see you when I got back but I know you had things to do…and yes I liked the movie a lot.

If you want to see the sequel, I will pick you up after your dinner date…. LOL. Bring an overnight bag with you.

I responded to him: I’m on my way home from Red Lobster. Be on your way, I am really interested in seeing the sequel.

I drove back home like I was trying out for the NASCAR circuit. I was a woman on a mission. When I arrived home I told my parents that I would be spending a couple of days at my friend’s house and would be back on Monday. I didn’t go into details about my friend. They didn’t need to be introduced to anyone just yet. They still ask me if I speak to Justin and my response to them is always the same, “Justin and I don’t speak.” I sent a text to Ty asking him to hit me up on my phone when he was in front of my house.

When he arrived I grabbed my purse and overnight bag, ran out of the house like it was on fire, hopped in his car, and gave him a huge kiss. By the time I was finished all the lip-gloss I had put on was shining on his lips. He laughed, and drove off as he wiped the lip-gloss off his lips with the back of his hand. On the way to his apartment he told me all about his game and the errands he had to run. He also told me how good the spaghetti was, but I had already known that. I found it strange that he was being so open with me. In the group he was always the silent one, the one that watched everything. When he did talk, everyone would freeze. It was nice to think that he was letting me break through his wall of silence.

As soon as we got to his apartment, I dropped my bag and asked if I could take a shower. He took my bag into the bedroom and ran the shower for me. This time he let me undress myself. I got into the tub and allowed the hot streams of water to spray all over my body. I closed my eyes and felt Ty stepping into the shower. Then I felt the soft washrag lathering the small of my back in a soapy, circular motion. The lather began to spread up my back then down again past my cheeks, thighs, and legs. He turned me around and washed me from my neck down to the soles of my feet. I stood in lathered fill bliss with my eyes closed shut and the corners of my mouth turned upward. He took the removable nozzle, brought it close to me, and washed all the soap off my body. He was spoiling me rotten. I may never want to wash myself again.

I returned the favor by washing him. We got out of the shower and dried each other off. He at looked me as if I was an innocent sheep and he was a wolf that hadn’t eaten in weeks. Before I could say one word he slung me over his shoulder like he was Conan the Barbarian and walked into bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and gave me a look that let me know that he meant business. I got so excited. Good Lord! All I can say is that the sequels far surpassed the first time. Now I know the true definition of the word multiple. Afterwards we spooned and feel asleep.

That Sunday we woke up, got dressed, and left his house early. He said he wanted to show me his past. He drove me out to Long Island. On the drive he told me all about his childhood. How his mom got sick with breast cancer when he was ten and dropped him off to live with his grandmother because she couldn’t care for him anymore and how she died when he was eleven. He has never gotten over not being with her when she passed. He told me how he didn’t get along with his father’s side of his family and that his grandmother is the only person he has ever been able to rely on. I thought to myself that is why his eyes sometimes look so sad. He told me how as a teenager he used to model for Polo Sport. I was shocked, but I could see why they picked him. He is such a cutie.

He told me how he went to prep school but got kicked out for fighting. He told me his whole life story. When we arrived in Long Island he took me to all his old hangout spots. I felt so privileged that he would trust me enough to share the most intimate aspects about his life with me. I knew then that we were really friends and weren’t just rebounding off of each other. I almost broke into tears. Being with him is like discovering buried treasure. Once you penetrate past that brick wall of silence you find a wonderful, sensitive man. Justin took months before he told me who he really was and where he came from. I felt bad about not letting him meet my parents. Note to self: rectify that blunder immediately the next time Ty comes to my house.

After the tour of Long Island we stopped at his grandmother’s house for dinner. She is a really sweet woman and I could see the family resemblance. She fixed a real down home southern dinner. It was the bomb. He took me on a tour of the house and showed me his modeling pictures. He also showed me a picture of his mom. He looks just like her. It started to get late so we headed back to the city. His grandmother stocked him up with enough food to feed the entire island of Manhattan. On the ride back I wanted to tell him all about myself. I chose not to and decided to wait for another time. Instead I held his hand for the entire ride. Both of us sat silent thinking about our day together.

Meditation time was over as soon has he turned the key and opened the door to his apartment. I tapped him on the shoulder and said in my six-year-old voice, “Excuse me…excuse me, but can I get more of that thing you were doing last night?” He laughed, closed the door, and we went at it in the living room. Monday morning I woke up on the couch, dressed, and went to work. He offered to drive me, but I declined and told him to rest up. I strutted down the street like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. I was feeling excellent…running late, but feeling excellent. I thought to myself maybe this could be the beginning of what I always wanted--to be with someone that saw me as his partner in life.

An hour into work a deliveryman came with two-dozen red roses and they were for me. I was floored. Ty was pouring it on thick and I loved every second of it. I sent him a text thanking him for the roses. He sent me a text back saying: What roses? I said to myself is, huh. I just knew he had sent them. I opened up the card and read it: To the woman I will love forever, Happy Anniversary! You are my everything. Your future husband, Justin.

I had forgotten. Monday was our anniversary. Let me rephrase that, Monday should have been our anniversary. Why did this fool send me flowers? What type of game is he running?

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