Honey Flavored Tears by Love N. Joy Read Free Book Online

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    “So what happened to your friend if you don’t mind me asking?” Ava asked breaking me of my thoughts as we headed back to the apartment. I was wondering the same damn thing . “Something came up,” I said leaving it at that.
      When we arrived back at the apartment we found Pierre on the couch knocked out. Ava smiled and placed her index finger against her lips as she snuck over to where his head was laying.
    “LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE HAD A GOOD TIME!!!” She yelled in his ear real loud causing him to jump up and fall halfway off the couch. I had to admit even though I was kind of upset that made me easily laugh.
    “I should slap the shit out of both of y’all while y’all sitting up there laughing at me,” Pierre said sitting up looking pissed now. That was one thing about him he hated having his sleep broken for no reason.
    “I’m sorry Pierre but I had to do it,” Ava said as she sat down next to him.
    “Whatever bitch,” he replied causing her to laugh even harder.
    “That’s what you get for staying out all night with someone you barely know,” I said as I leaned on the arm rest of the loveseat.
    “Girl , I can handle my own. You ain’t got to worry,” he replied.
    “Oh but you was tripping when I went to go see what’s his face,” I said.
    “Because girl, you make dumb decisions, who goes back to someone that put them through so much hell? Then every time you leave, you got to change your number.”
    “Whatever Pierre ,” I said leaving it at that, it was times where Pierre could be rude as hell and if I decided not to back down we’d probably be arguing all night and my mind had too many thoughts going on for that.
    “So what time did you get home ?” Ava asked.
    “About thirty minutes ago,” Pierre replied.
    “You were with that guy the whole time?” Ava asked with her eyes wide now.
    “His name is Kevin and yes, girl he wore my ass out. I have never had anyone put it on me like that,” Pierre said as a chill came over his body.
    “Ugh that’s that after sex chill. I can tell you got some before you came back home,” Ava said laughing again.
    “Hell yes, we did it all over his house. He had me in positions y’all heterosexuals haven’t even thought of yet,” Pierre said looking at me. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
    “Pierre you ’re too much for me,” I said chuckling.
    “So where were y ’all at?” Pierre asked. I was glad he changed the subject.
    “We just came from the poetry slam downtown,” I replied. “And Ava performed and did such a good job .”
    “I don’t know about all of that,” Ava replied trying to play the modest role.
    “Pierre, don’t listen to her she was great for it to be her first time,” I said.
    “Yeah I know, Ava has always written poetry . I’m just shocked she finally decided to open up and read it to the world. What poem did you do?” Pierre asked.
    “‘ Daddy’s little girl’,” Ava replied.
    “ Awww damn and I missed it, I love that poem. I’m going to have to come with y’all next time and you’re doing the poem again, I don’t care what you say. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
    “Ok Pierre,” Ava said rolling her eyes playfully and laughing.
    “Well I’ll be in my room if anyone needs me,” I said getting up from the couch. As much as I was enjoying the conversation, my mood was shifting and I didn’t want to bring down anyone else’s mood so I did what I felt was best, decided to be by myself.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                                                        Author’s P.O.V.
    Quincy heard the front door to their apartment