Spring Chic Lit: Jade's Diary, Chaper 5

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Walking back into Ty’s place after all that had happened last summer felt strange, but familiar at the same time. It was strange because I never thought that I would be there again. You would think that after last summer I would have memorized the phrase “never say never”, and learned to live by it, but human behavior is so hard to change. While briefly standing in the threshold my eyes peered around the perimeter of the apartment, nothing had changed.

Every picture, every fixture was still there and in the same place, hell…it even smelled the same. I walked past the wooden entrance back into time and welcomed the familiar scent of coconut oil. I asked if I could sit on his couch. He gave the classic “negro please” look. I offered a laugh to mask my embarrassment, but seriously I didn’t want to take anything for granted.

Ty went to fetch my gift. As I sat in his living room memories of the time I spent here popped in my mind like flash cards. I always knew that I hadn’t come to terms with the discomfort that I felt about how our relationship (if you want to call it that) came to be or any unresolved feelings I had for Ty.

Sitting on his couch, in his living room, smelling the aroma of his place, seeing, and touching his flesh made the feelings that I suppressed spring forward with pounding force; I knew I couldn’t sit there for much longer. I thought that coming there was a mistake. I stood up and was about to make my way to the exit when I heard his footsteps getting louder as he walked toward the living room.

I walked over to him. He was holding a striped gift bag in his hand and was smiling with great pride. You can always tell when a man has felt like he has done well. You can’t get that goofy smile off their face. My mom has always told me that you should always leave a man with his pride. “If you take that,” she says, “you will lose him for good.” I decided that no matter how crappy the gift I would pretend like it was hidden treasure from King Tut’s tomb.

“Can I have it?”

“Of course you can have it. You can have it any time you want it. I just thought you didn’t want it anymore.”

“I didn’t mean that. I meant what was in the gift bag.” I began to blush. He knew he would get me with that statement.

“Oh that is what you meant. Yeah….yeah…I got it for you after all. Happy housewarming Jade.”

I removed a beautiful Crate & Barrel vase from the bag. My face lit up. He remembered how much I loved that store. The bag dropped to the floor. I thanked him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He returned the favor by kissing me on the lips. I was shocked. We stood there in silence for a minute, but it felt like hours. Then both of us locked lips, it was uncontrollable as if our lips were magnets for each other. It was wild and passionate. I dropped the vase to grab his face. He caught it, put it down beside us, and pushed me up against the wall.

We started sucking face like two sex starved shipmates stranded on a desert island. He started caressing me in places that hadn’t truly been touched since the last time he touched them. He started stripping my clothes off. I followed his lead and started removing his clothes. Mostly I was in and out of a state of carnal madness, but as I watched him throw my thong on top of my vase the only thing I could think to myself was, “Damn that vase. Damn Crate & Barrel.” They got me into this mess and I had no will power to try to pull myself out.

He grabbed my waist and wrapped my legs around him. We started right against that wall. My back was bumping against the ecru colored plaster and it hurt in such a good way. I knew my back would be sore in the morning, but I didn’t care. Suddenly he took me from the wall and walked to the bedroom with my legs still around his waist. We finished in the bedroom. Afterwards, we held each other in silence until we both fell asleep. I really didn’t want to roll snake eyes, but who was I kidding. I knew when I walked in his apartment that I would end up in his bed.

Myriad of thoughts ran through my mind while I waited for sleep to find me. Mostly I thought about the potential error I could be making by sleeping with Ty. Maybe the ghosts of last summer were behind us and we could finally be together the way we wanted to be. I also thought about Greg. I thought he was the type of man I was supposed to be with, I can’t understand for the life of me why we can’t get anything off the ground. Maybe I’m not supposed to with anyone. Maybe I’m suppose to be alone right now, after all, alone doesn’t mean lonely. One thought I knew was concrete; Ty’s arms around me felt great.

In the morning Ty and I got up took a shower together and went to Dunkin Donuts for coffee. We held hands as he drove me home. We didn’t talk, we just held hands, and occasionally he stroked my face. He gave me a long passionate kiss. It was the best kiss he ever gave me. It was erotic and desperate. I felt the vibrations of it tingle through every part of me. He kissed me as if that was going to be the last time our lips would ever meet. I smiled, placed my thumb in the middle of his chin, and shook his chin. He smiled. I left out the car without saying a word. I didn’t want to say goodbye.

Somehow I thought a goodbye would ruin the moment. As I began walking toward the house with my gift in hand, I started to feel strange about the kiss. Maybe that was the kiss of death. Ty could have just wanted one last hooray with me. I decided not to think about it, what’s done is done.

Denise was sitting on the couch when I opened up the door. As soon as I walked through the threshold she pounced on me like a concerned parent.

“Damn! Did he make the gift from scratch for you? Did y’all have to go Timbuktu to get it?”

“Here we go,” I said as I closed the door, “I thought we left our mothers in their houses. Can’t I get in the house and take my coat off before you chastise me?”

“I’m not your mom Ms. Jade. If I were I would’ve knocked you upside your head for being so thoughtless. I’m just a concerned friend. Besides we had guests, you could have told me you weren’t coming back. I see you got your gift.”

“Ha ha….it is our gift, missy. It is a gift for the house.”

“Can I see it?”

I took off my jacket and put it in the closet. I then flopped down next to Denise. I pulled the gift out of the bag and showed. She nodded her head in approval.

“The boy has nice taste.”

“Of course Tyrell has nice taste Dee. He was smart enough to get with me, and you know I’m a good catch.”

“Tyrell? Jade…who is that? I thought you were with Tyriq.”

“I was.”

“Huh?”

“Tyrell is his middle name.”

“Jay, are you trying to tell me that his momma named him Tyriq Tyrell?”

“Yep.”

“Well he wins the most ghetto name of the year award.”

“Whatever Dee,” I said laughing, “He may have a ghetto name, but nothing about him is ghetto.”

“I know momma. You would have never been with him if he was. So are you two trying to get back together?”

“To be honest….I don’t know. We just had sex. I don’t know what is next for us.”

“What about Greg?”

“He is even more of a mystery than Ty. I know he wants to screw me, but he can’t even make time to do that. I don’t know what he wants me to do…email him some booty.”

“Girl you are crazy?” Denise said laughing. “Whatever you do, just be careful. You and I both know you are not over last summer and the one whose name we shall not speak of.”

“Justin….it is okay to say it. By not saying his name is only preventing me from moving on. He was a part of my life and he is not anymore. He and Michelle have moved on together. I still have to live my life.”

“I’m glad to see you are growing past it.”

“I have no choice. I see everyone has left.”

“Yeah…but we got some cleaning to do.”

“Oh”, I said as I looked around our new place, “I can see that. But the damage could have been far worse. Our place still looks good.”

I rose from the couch, placed the gift bag on the kitchen table, and went to my room. I changed into some sweats so Denise and I could start cleaning. When I came back Denise was still sitting on the couch. She had a look of concern that blanketed her face. I knew something was on her mind. I just sat next to her and said out with it.

Denise just stared at me. I could tell that she was trying to form the correct words. I started to wonder what was so earth shattering that it changed her whole mood.

“Jade…we really need to talk.” I was only gone a night and we just moved in. What could possibly be wrong…

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