nervy (hard to get)

He took his time in there. I sat on the edge of my bed and listened to him pee, wash his hands, open my medicine cabinet (with the water still running mind you) and peek in my tub. When he finally emerged, he came into my room without hesitation.

"For such a big house, your room is kinda small."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"It's big enough for me."

He walked over to my closet and slid the door open. He took one look inside then looked at me, shaking his head.

"You think you have enough shit in there?"

"Do you think you're being nosy enough?"

"I'm just checking your spot out. You weren't going to give me the tour?"

"I really wasn't expecting you to come in and pee."

He laughed at that and continued looking around my room.

"Got the PS2 hooked up, the digital cable. Monique, what you be doin' in here?"

"Sleeping?"

"That's it?"

I gave him a look. He laughed it off and walked down the hallway peeking his head in the other rooms. I followed behind him like I was the tourist. He inspected everything down to the fabric in the sofa and loveseat. When he reached the kitchen, he ran immediately to the refrigerator.

"Ooh, side by side! Whatchu got in here to grub on?"

"You can't possibly be hungry, right?"

"Nah, but after I blow this blunt with you, we might have the munchies."

I laughed at him.

"That was slick."

"I ain't tryin' to be slick. "

"Oh no?"

"Nope. Just trying to get you right for the night."

He winked at me and hit me on the nose with a cigar that he pulled from his shirt pocket. Before I could say another word he was heading back towards my bedroom.

"Uh," I called out to him. I heard him sit on my bed. I walked down the hall and stood in the doorway. "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready to roll the blunt."

"Get off my bed."

"Okay." He slid off the foot of my bed and onto the floor in front of my television. "Can you pass me the remote?"

'How can you be this nervy?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean coming in here, getting all comfortable, rolling a blunt, all uninvited."

He snatched the remote, which I had picked up, out of my hand and turned my television on.

"Can you pass me a bag?"

I handed him my trashcan. He found a channel he wanted to watch and put the remote down. He began making the preparations, grabbing the cover to GTA: Vice City and balancing it on his lap so he could break up the buds. I stood over him, glowering.

"What, you got your mad face on? Quit being so mean and sit down."

"Whatever Pusha."

I sat on the floor next to him. He made idle chatter as he rolled three blunts and I flicked on the PS2 and started playing GTA:Vice City. In between hits of the blunt and him coaching me through missions (he had to do the helicopter mission for me) I relaxed and got a little more comfortable with his presence in my bedroom. He slapped my thigh with his hand rather loudly and grinned at me.

"You chillin' now?"

"Yeah, I guess. I still can't believe how nervy you are."

"Nervy?"

"Yeah. Just invite yourself into my bedroom with your chronic blunts and machismo like you belong here."

He laughed. "You didn't want me to leave."

"What makes you say that?"

"If you really did, you would have asked me to leave by now."

I didn't say anything in response. I continued to play GTA:Vice City as if nothing else was going on. Pusha got up, took off his shoes and made himself comfortable on my bed.

"You're sitting on my bright yellow comforter."

"My clothes are clean. Come up here and sit with me."

"Whatever you are after you surely aren't getting."

"Who said I was after something? We're just kicking it right? Come up here and hit the blunt."

I turned the PS2 off and joined him on the bed. He handed me the blunt and as I hit it he began massaging my neck and shoulders.

"Damn, you're tense. You need something to help you relax."

I waved the blunt in his face. "This will do me just fine."

"Monique, why you playin' so hard to get?"

"I'm not playing anything."

"Yes you are. Just relax. I'm not trying anything, I'm not doing anything, I'm just sitting here enjoying your company. You need to sit here and enjoy mine."

The massage was starting to relax me. I leaned back against him a little bit and began flicking channels on the television. We found a movie that had just started and looked a little interesting so we started watching it. All the while his hands were rubbing and kneading my shoulders and neck. I lay on my stomach with the pillow propped up under my chin and enjoyed the massage and the movie.

Two hours later the movie was over and we lay snuggled together on my bed, his arm around my waist.

"The movie is over," I said and rolled over onto my back so I could look at him. "Are you leaving?"

"Do you want me to leave?"

I hesitated. If I let him stay would it lead to things we weren't ready for yet? I was confused and I tried to sort it all out in my head but nothing was making sense. It was all happening too fast. He lay on his back and pulled me over to him. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. It was beating as fast as mine. I squeezed him a little bit and he squeezed me right back. I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'll take that as a no," he said and leaned over to turn off the light.