I got a little hungry and stopped off at one of my favorite soul food places for some bar-b-que pigs feet, collard greens, candied yams and some good old mac and cheese. Good idea I thought until I saw her. The one that always comes by to make sure if I need anymore drink. She is so beautiful. She's about 5' 9" in height. Her skin color is brown sugar and silky smooth She's thin but all of her curves are in the right places. She takes my breath away. Someone told me that she had quit and decided to work for a competitor so naturally I was a bit surprised to see her.
So there I was sitting at the table with bar-b-que sauce all over my face when she approaches.
"Hello Theresa. How you doing?" She asks in that low sexy voice of hers.
I look up into medium brown eyes. The sexiest eyes known to women. My mouth opens to say hi but nothing comes out. She does that to me. She smiles that soft small smile at me. The one that makes me blush.
"Haven't seen you in while. Everything ok with you?"
"Uhhhh...yeah...going ok." I say shyly lowering my head. With my head still lowered I only look up with my eyes to see her pour me another glass of pop.
"Mountain dew. Still your favorite, right?"
"Uhhh...yeah...still." I say quietly.
"I remembered." She states. I look up slowly only to be mesmerized by her eyes. She picks up one of the napkins, leans down until we are face to face. I freeze. She slowly closes in on me and begins to wipe away the sauce on my face. With the last wipe, she leans in closer and kisses me softly on the lips. My eyes can't help themselves and closes enjoying her lips on mine. Her fragrance is so invigorating. So inviting.
I hear her whisper in my ear "I miss you." I must have had my eyes closed too long because when I opened them she was gone. I look around not finding her. I want her. I hope she wants me.
PART 1
I look down at my empty glass wishing that I had another drink of Mountain Dew. I have been sitting in this restaurant for almost two hours, my plate still untouched, I simply drank all of the pop hoping that she would come back and fill the glass up again. I waited and waited. How could this be? She was just here a couple of hours ago. She came over and filled my glass with my favorite drink and now I haven't seen her since. I continued to look around the place hoping that she was working other tables. But too my dismay I never saw her. 'Damn' I say to myself. My heart is disappointed. How could I have missed her, again?
I sat the glass down as I prepared to pay the bill. I grabbed the check, pulled out some money from my jeans, and made my way over to the register.
"Hey, girrrrrrrrrrrrl." I looked up to see the only white man who works in a soul food restaurant. Curtis. A sweetheart. He is the only gay guy I know that is white and thinks that he is black.
"Why so glum, sweetie?" He asked. He is the most caring man that I know.
I give him a smirk and lower my head. I look back up and into blue eyes. "No reason." I responded.
I could tell from his expression that he knew something was up. "Girl, look. You can't lie to old Curtis here. I can tell when sum'ems wrong. So just tell me. Whaddup?"
"Nothing, C-Dawg." But I could tell that he knew that I wasn't being truthful.
He put one hand on his hip, tilted his head, and raised that perfectly arched eyebrow. "Uh huh." He stated.
How could I explain what I was feeling? How could I tell a good friend what was going on with me? 'Easily.' I thought. 'Just tell him.'
"It's really nothing, man. It's just that...I mean...it's just...um..." I was lost for words.
"Think you can take a quick break? Need to talk to you real quick. I promise I won't hold you up...if that's ok." I was hoping that I wasn't looking like I was begging.
"Honey, you ain't said nothing but a word." With that, he snatched the money and bill out of my hand, rang it up, and gave me my change.
"Hey, Tiny." Curtis called over to one of the owners.
Now Tiny was not tiny at all. He stood well over 6' 2" and had to weight about 350 lbs. A big man with a big heart and when his mother passed away, he and his twin brother continued with the business. These guys were smart. Neither one of them finished high school yet they were able to take the small soul food restaurant and create seven chains and 3 franchises. These brothers were doing great and the best thing is that they stayed in the neighborhood and gave back to it.
"WHAT PUNK!" screamed Tiny.
"I'm going on a break, motherfucker." Curtis screamed back.
"You always goin' on a break bitch."
"Oh suck my dick, motherfucker." Curtis lashed back.
"I ain't no homo, bitch. But if I was, I wouldn't want to suck no white dick anyway, bitch."
"Be glad about that. Because I wouldn't be able to find your dick anyway". Curtis yelled.
"OH FUCK YOU!"
Curtis sauntered over to Tiny and stood right in front of him. Now Curtis was only 5' 7" and weighed about 160 lbs. So next to Tiny, he was tiny. But he didn't give a fuck who you were. If you messed with him you better believe he was gonna kick your ass.
Curtis put his hand on Tiny chest and softly said, "You wish you could, don't you baby." He gave tiny that big toothy grin of his and gave him wink.
Tiny couldn't do anything but laugh at Curtis. It was all in good nature and everyone in the restaurant that knew these two, knew that.
"Man, go on with your crazy white ass. Go on and take your motherfucking break." Tiny stated in between laughs.
"Thank you sweetie." Curtis responded.
With that he and I both went out to his car. He sat in the drivers seat, me in the passenger. He pulled out a cigarette offering me one in the process. I hated Marlboro's but I needed something to calm my nerves. Once we both hit our cigs he asked the question.
"OK, sweetie. What's up?"
I took another drag of my cigarette and leaned back into the seat.
"OK, C-Dawg, it's like this. Have you ever been so...so...oh shit...what's the word I'm looking for." I stated in a frustrated voice.
Curtis could tell that something was up. "Honey child, just take your time."
I took another drag from my cig wishing that I didn't have this damn Marlboro between my fingers. Curtis waited patiently for me to continue.
I turned in my seat to face him. "Have you ever been so mesmerized by someone that all you ever think about is that person?"
Curtis eyebrows creased. "Is that what has got you so gloomy? You're goo-goo ga-ga by some bitch?"
"She ain't no bitch, Curtis...and don't you ever say that again" as I snapped at him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa...take easy girl. Sorry."
I reeled in my anger at him as I realized that he really didn't mean anything by it. "Sorry, dog. It's just that I like this woman."
"I can tell. Ok who is she?"
"She works in there." I said as I nodded to the restaurant.
"Oh yeah? Well, which one is she?"
"She's the new girl. Well, not really that new. She worked here for a few months then left and now she's working here again."
I could see the light bulb going off in Curtis's head. "Oh you mean peaches?" he asked.
"Peaches?"
"Well, actually her name is Sheila but we call her Peaches."
"Peaches," as I whispered her name.
"In fact, there she is now, getting on the bus."
"WHERE?" I said loudly. I looked over at the bus stop and there she was. I jumped out of the car and stood there, staring at her. She turned and caught my eye. She gave that smile. The one that takes my breath away. But instead of running towards her, I froze and watched as she disappeared onto the bus. I then realized that I was going to miss her yet again and I began to run towards the bus as it began to take off. I stopped right at the bus stop as I watched her looking at me thru the rear window. She waved and was then gone.
' I will have you, peaches. That I promise.'
PART 2
I must've standing there for a while because I squealed like a girl when I felt a hand on my shoulder. With reflexes quick as lightening, I sung with my right fist, as I turned ready to feel someone's face make contact.
I guess Curtis is just as quick. Had he not ducked in time, he would've been kissing the pavement.
I look down to see Curtis on his knees, body curled in a fetal position. I took a deep breath and looked up to the sky, thankful that he had enough since to duck out of the way.
"Damn, dog?don't do that shit!!!" I stated adamantly. I turned my back on him, angry at the fact that I could've really hurt him if I had connected. I stayed with my back too him as I tried to reel in my anger. Curtis is my good friend and I would never want to hurt him physically. Never.
I turned back around and noticed that he was still in that fetal position. I could hear whimpering and thought to myself "damn, did I hit him?" I bend down on one knee to talk to him.
"Curtis? Curtis, you all right?"
Whimpering.
"Curtis? Come on man, I'm sorry. Did I hit you? Curtis? Come on C-Dawg. You know I wouldn't hurt you. C-Dawg? Aaww man, come on, will ya? Stop crying ok? I'm sorry."
Whimpering.
Now I'm nervous and scared.
"I know that I didn't hit him. Did I? I mean I know it was kinda fast?but?nah?I didn't hit him or else I would've felt it."
Whimpering.
"Oh shit, oh shit. I did hit him! Oh shit! You stupid motherfucker! How could you?"
I was beginning to berate myself for being so stupid and hurting a good friend. I began to rub the back of Curtis as tears began to well up. And I do not cry.
"Curtis, man, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. You know this. You know how I am. Sometimes, I react without thinking. I'm man. I didn't mean to hit you. Please, forgive me. I'm so sorry." I said with a tear slowly falling.
Whimpering.
I slowly grabbed his arm and began to help him to his feet. Just when we got to our full height, Curtis dropped his hands from his face and socked me hard in my stomach.
"Oomph!!!" It wasn't that hard of hit but it was enough for me to lean over, grabbing my stomach and trying to catch my breath.
I slowly looked up at him ready to rim into his ass until I saw his eyes. "Uh oh." His eyes had turned from that beautiful blue to almost a deep purple. "Not good."
There he was. Hands on his hips, spread wide legged, eyes slit almost shut, and I swear I was seeing steam come from his nostrils.
I slowly stood up still rubbing my stomach. I was about to say something but closed my mouth quickly when Curtis said in a soft but hard spoken voice, "don't - you - say - one - word. Not - one - word."
Silence.
"What the hell were you thinking about, taking a swing at me? Were you thinking beat down or suicide? Or maybe you weren't thinking at all right?"
I opened my mouth to answer.
"Don't." he demanded while raising a finger at me. "Don't say a word." Mouth shut. Head slightly lowered. "Oh shit!"
"I know you weren't crazy enough to take a swing at me. Please tell me you ain't crazy."
Mouth open.
"Aah aah." Finger raised again, mouth shut.
You wanna know why I know you ain't crazy? "Cause had you actually hit me, you would've been?" "Here it comes"
"ONE -BEAT-DOWN-BLACK-LESBO-DYKE-MOTHA-FUCKING-WOMAN!!! THAT'S HOW I KNOW!!"
Curtis made this last statement with his neck swaying left to right and back again, with his index finger raised at me and waving the opposite way that his neck was moving. A white gay man talking and moving like he was a sista.
Just when he finished that last remark, Tiny was screaming at him from the front of the restaurant.
"CURTIS! GET YOU ASS IN HERE NOW! YOUR MOTHAFUCKING BREAK IS OVER BITCH! I GOTS A RESTAURANT FULL OF CUSTOMERS AND I NEED YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!"
Curtis turned around so fast that I thought for sure that he had broken his neck.
"LOOK, BITCH! I WILL BRING MY WHITE ASS IN THERE WHEN I'M GOOD AND READY! YOU GOT THAT!!"
Now everyone that knew Curtis, knew that the only time he raised his voice like that, he was mad and it was that often that he would be angry. So Tiny knew right then and there that he should just walk back inside and wait.
Tiny took one look at Curtis, saw the same deep purple eyes, and walked right back inside. I must've chuckled too loudly because just as quickly as he turned to face Tiny he turned to me just as quick.
"Oh, you think this is funny? You think its funny taking a swing at me? Or maybe me popping you in the stomach is funny? Or maybe putting a cap in your ass is hilarious?"
Now he's going overboard but I waited. I had to. When he is this angry you have to wait till he gets it out of his system. It'll be over in a little while.
I watched as he went back into his car, got in, pulled another Marlboro, and took one loooooooong drag. I stood there and watched until I saw the third drag from cig and that's when I decided that now it is ok to go and talk to him.
I slowly made a way to his car and got in on the passenger side. I sat there until he finished the one he had and grabbed another one lightening it quickly.
I reached over and was in the process of grabbing his packed when I felt a stinging sensation on the back of my hand.
"OW!" I yelped grabbing the back of my hand, rubbing it softly.
"I know you were raised better than that." He stated.
Realizing what he meant, I rolled my eyes, turned to him and in my most sincere voice said, "Curtis, sweetie, honey pie. You are the most beautiful and sexiest queen I have ever met. You are the ray of sunshine that shines down on all of us lowly people. You and you only have raised us up to show us our wicked ways by proving to us that being gay is not a sin and we should therefore accept ourselves and live the way we should. Happy, contented?and reviling?in?your?glory. I am therefore, asking, no, begging for thy forgiveness." I then lowered my head as if I was giving him a queens' respect.
He placed his hand on top of my head and exhaling a long sigh, he said, "My young stud. You have seen the wickedness of you way and I, the queen that I am, have now forgiven you. Now?go?go out into the world and preach the gospel of Curtis. Let you gayness show to all how mock you. I have spoken." And with that, we both laughed until we were crying. That's just the way we were.