Xavier FINAL(88)
She rang me up and asked why three.
I just winked at her and walked out the door.
When I got in the car Cyrus and Taelyn where still talking.
“Birds?”
“Yeah lots of them.” Cyrus answered her.
“Flowers?”
“Not a lot, just for her.”
“Her dress?”
“I was thinking a couple days before the wedding she and the girls could go grab something. You can go too.”
“Thanks but its family. If that’s what’s important to her it should all be about that.”
“If X still has you around after this long. I can assume--.”
“Anything else Cyrus?”
He laughed. “Nah, your girls got it all under control. You done with Falcon yet?”
“Soon why?”
“I need some shit done in Terrytown like yesterday.”
“Why’s that? I won’t be at your place.”
“Taelyn will let you know. Thanks girl. I think you’re my favorite out of my brother’s rides.”
“Thank you I guess?” she laughed. “But we’re --.”
She stopped and looked at me.
“We’re us. Not like you freaks. Safe travels bro; see you in a couple days.”
I looked over at Taelyn writing down notes in a little notebook.
“You take on another job?”
“Just helping out that’s all.”
“I got ya something” I handed her the bag and she shook her head no. “You’ll like it.”
She looked in the bag and we pulled back onto Madison Avenue.
“Xavier I don’t know what to say. Thank you. But it’s too much. Mine was like thirty bucks and why three?”
“Black and brown go with everything right?”
“Like you have to ask me GQ. So why pink?”
I could lie but I knew by saying it she’d turn pink. “That matches your cheeks when you get embarrassed, and then sometimes pissy. It makes me hard.”
She shoved my arm. “Not funny.”
“It’s truth.”
“I love them, thank you. Which one do I use first?”
“Pink. Definitely pink.”
“But--.”
“No buts. I’m gonna fuck you in the bath and in the shower. I won’t go without Irish. I’m also gonna fuck you on the weekends.”
“Awe that’s so sweet?” She laughed. “You’re a nice guy you know. Just like your brother--.”
“I’m not a nice guy and I’m not a pussy like my brothers.”
She laughed. “Of course you’re not. You’re an asshole.”
“Remember that.” I reached down and played with my tunes until I found the one I wanted to play for her. “This song Irish--.”
“Don’t tell me it’s ours?”
“It’s reminds me of tonight,” I winked at her.
Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke played and she laughed.
I loved her laugh. I loved a lot of things about this girl. She was way too far in.
When we got close to home she was holding her waist.
“Cramps?” I squeezed her hand.
“You are a little too interested in my period. It’s weird.”
“It’s your pussy, of course I’m interested.”
She closed her eyes and leaned back in the seat and I rubbed her tummy.
“You want me to stop and grab some Pamprin or Midol Irish?”
“For God sake Xavier.” She half laughed, half scolded me.
“I just wanna help you feel good. Instead of saying for God’s sake Xavier. It should be Oh God Xavier!”