seat belts.
"So what did you think nigga?"
"I will tell you once we are down the street." I could see Curtis rolling his eyes at me, but he knew the routine. As soon as we got to the stop sign at the end of the block, I started screaming. "Oh my God, I hate you!"
"Why?" He looked at me laughing.
"You know why, nigga! You have three fine ass, model type men back there and you did not solicit my dating application complete with headshot and questionnaire. And I thought you were looking out for me?"
"Well, you are here now so why don't you do it yourself. However, don't try to set up any appointments with Jay because I will cancel you and the interview my damn self." We laughed and hung out that whole night. The next afternoon would kick off day one of the road trip and a new personal adventure for me.
Chapter 3
Captain's log: Day one of the trip. THIS SUCKS! We are riding in Jay's white Ford Excursion which, just like Curtis' Range Rover, has tinted windows and 22s. As I think about it, I can actually recall when Curtis had Jay's windows tinted for his birthday.
Well anyway, our first destination is Chicago, which isn't that far, I guess, but the seating arrangement in the car makes the ride seem long as hell. Jay drove most of the way and of course Curtis rode shotgun. Then stretching their long legs were Morris and Brent in the row of seats behind them. And finally, in the very back with the luggage and duffle bags, I was fighting for a space to get comfortable, while trying not to get knocked upside the head by a suitcase. Understandably, I am the smallest so me being back here made the most since, but damn! I would much rather be sandwiched in between those two sexy thugs in front of me. Oh if that wet dream could come true!
"Tre, how you doing back there?" Jay yelled back from the driver's seat.
"Yeah, you have been a little bit quiet back there which is kinda scary." Curtis remarked.
"Oh damn, I forgot that he was back there." Morris went on to say.
"Yeah, I am still back here under the bag of tennis shoes." I was actually just chilling in the back writing. From time to time, I like to write songs, poetry, and short stories. Currently, I was on a story writing kick. I had just about filled up my notebook with ideas, revisions, and new chapters of my latest story.
"But you cool though, right?" Morris said turning back to look at me.
"Yeah. Everything is cool." I couldn't help the shy, goofy grin I probably had on my face when I was replying. If only y’all could see what I was seeing, you would understand and break out the lotion.
Once in Chicago, we stopped at the first hotel that was suitable to everyone's particular taste. Hell, Curtis was paying for me so I didn't care. As long as I didn't have to worry about roaches, rats, or robbers, I was fine. We ended up getting three rooms. Brent and Morris occupied a double bedroom, Jay and Curtis was shacked up in a single, and I had a room to myself. Should I feel alienated here? I mean, don't get me wrong. I actually prefer having my own room to myself, but when everyone pairs off for this trip, I will most likely always be the odd man out.
As soon as we put our stuff down in the rooms, we decided to go get something to eat. We were close to a Chili's so we decided to go there. I guess after a long drive everyone wanted something strong and alcoholic to drink so everyone ordered a cocktail from the bar, well except for me. I was just fine with my water.
"Come on, Tre." Morris commented after the waiter brought all of the drinks to the table.
"You aint getting nothing from the bar?"
"Naw, I am cool." I replied as I looked over to Curtis. He knew where this conversation was going just like I did and his ass was next to me chuckling.
"You are not a drinker, huh?" That is when Curtis could no longer hold in his amusement. He bust out in laughter. Everyone looked around at us with
"So what did you think nigga?"
"I will tell you once we are down the street." I could see Curtis rolling his eyes at me, but he knew the routine. As soon as we got to the stop sign at the end of the block, I started screaming. "Oh my God, I hate you!"
"Why?" He looked at me laughing.
"You know why, nigga! You have three fine ass, model type men back there and you did not solicit my dating application complete with headshot and questionnaire. And I thought you were looking out for me?"
"Well, you are here now so why don't you do it yourself. However, don't try to set up any appointments with Jay because I will cancel you and the interview my damn self." We laughed and hung out that whole night. The next afternoon would kick off day one of the road trip and a new personal adventure for me.
Chapter 3
Captain's log: Day one of the trip. THIS SUCKS! We are riding in Jay's white Ford Excursion which, just like Curtis' Range Rover, has tinted windows and 22s. As I think about it, I can actually recall when Curtis had Jay's windows tinted for his birthday.
Well anyway, our first destination is Chicago, which isn't that far, I guess, but the seating arrangement in the car makes the ride seem long as hell. Jay drove most of the way and of course Curtis rode shotgun. Then stretching their long legs were Morris and Brent in the row of seats behind them. And finally, in the very back with the luggage and duffle bags, I was fighting for a space to get comfortable, while trying not to get knocked upside the head by a suitcase. Understandably, I am the smallest so me being back here made the most since, but damn! I would much rather be sandwiched in between those two sexy thugs in front of me. Oh if that wet dream could come true!
"Tre, how you doing back there?" Jay yelled back from the driver's seat.
"Yeah, you have been a little bit quiet back there which is kinda scary." Curtis remarked.
"Oh damn, I forgot that he was back there." Morris went on to say.
"Yeah, I am still back here under the bag of tennis shoes." I was actually just chilling in the back writing. From time to time, I like to write songs, poetry, and short stories. Currently, I was on a story writing kick. I had just about filled up my notebook with ideas, revisions, and new chapters of my latest story.
"But you cool though, right?" Morris said turning back to look at me.
"Yeah. Everything is cool." I couldn't help the shy, goofy grin I probably had on my face when I was replying. If only y’all could see what I was seeing, you would understand and break out the lotion.
Once in Chicago, we stopped at the first hotel that was suitable to everyone's particular taste. Hell, Curtis was paying for me so I didn't care. As long as I didn't have to worry about roaches, rats, or robbers, I was fine. We ended up getting three rooms. Brent and Morris occupied a double bedroom, Jay and Curtis was shacked up in a single, and I had a room to myself. Should I feel alienated here? I mean, don't get me wrong. I actually prefer having my own room to myself, but when everyone pairs off for this trip, I will most likely always be the odd man out.
As soon as we put our stuff down in the rooms, we decided to go get something to eat. We were close to a Chili's so we decided to go there. I guess after a long drive everyone wanted something strong and alcoholic to drink so everyone ordered a cocktail from the bar, well except for me. I was just fine with my water.
"Come on, Tre." Morris commented after the waiter brought all of the drinks to the table.
"You aint getting nothing from the bar?"
"Naw, I am cool." I replied as I looked over to Curtis. He knew where this conversation was going just like I did and his ass was next to me chuckling.
"You are not a drinker, huh?" That is when Curtis could no longer hold in his amusement. He bust out in laughter. Everyone looked around at us with
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