Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
She gives off the runner vibe for sure.“Well, if I remember correctly, we’re both off this Friday. So, how about then?”
My mouth drops open. “That’s soon. You sure you don’t want to like, wait a week?”
“Brooks, you second-guessing it now?”
“No, just want to make sure you’re ready.”
“Already told you before, handsome, I’m ready for anything.”
“Uh, okay, then. Friday it is. You sure you’re okay with this?”
Her gaze darts to mine, light blue colliding with chocolate brown. “You keep asking me that I’m going to forget the whole thing and take back my offer.”
“Nope. We’re good.” I’m backpedaling fast. I don’t want her to take away my chance at spending more time with her than just in passing as we changed shifts at work. She nods once, and I let out the breath I’ve been holding.
“Wait, one more thing…”
God, I hope she isn’t going to take back her offer now.
“Yeah…”
“You don’t have like, a crazy girlfriend or anything, right? I don’t need some psycho coming in and fucking up my place because you decided to move in and not tell her.”
A sigh rumbles from my lips and I breathe out again. “Um. Nope. We’re good on that too. No girlfriend here.”
“Okie dokey then, Brooks. Looks like you got yourself a new roomie. And this doesn’t have to be the regular friends only type roommate’s situation either. I’m open to anything. You’re single. I’m single… endless possibilities.” With a wink she’s off again.
I watch her as she walks away and wonder what she means by that statement. There’s something about her that seems closed off like she’s putting up a façade for the world to see without ever really letting anyone in. I’m going to figure Mia out, and I’m going to keep her. Just need to find a way in…
I lift the joint to my lips, inhaling the fragrant aroma of weed. I sigh when the all too familiar taste of bitter citrus hits my taste buds. There’s just something about marijuana that makes me feel good. Yes, it’s more than likely its little friend, THC, but I’ll take it. I lean back as the smoke trails from my lips, evaporating into thin air.
Anytime I need to chill and shut down my brain for a while, I smoke. More often than not Zara tags along on my high. My smoke and chill sister from another mister and my coworker at Topsy Turvy.
“Girl, I’m still confused about why you agreed to let him move in with you…” Zara says to me with a quirked eyebrow. Truth is, I’m not one hundred percent sure why I did it. Normally, I enjoy the peace and quiet of my own space, but for some reason, I enjoy hanging out with Brooks even if it isn’t that often. He’s different from the regular guys I pick up. He doesn’t have arm sleeves of tattoos and piercings in every orifice of his body… not that I’ve seen every orifice.
I have a terrible habit of picking the cheaters, the liars… one’s just like my father. My attraction to him is something different.
Some part of me feels like he’s safe. Another part of me can’t quite figure him out, and I’m intrigued. Most people show you who they are in the first half an hour of talking to them. I read people, and for some strange reason, I can’t get a good read on Brooks. Maybe I see him as a challenge, one I’ve happily accepted. I want to discover the bed of secrets he’s hiding. No one is that pure. I take another hit on my joint and sigh.
Ignoring her question, I reply, “How do you always manage to get your hands on the best weed in the city?”
“I’ve got good connections, and hello, it’s a college town.” She signals around us from the front window.
“That’s what I’m saying. College towns always have shitty weed, but you manage to find the best strains.” She finishes hitting the current joint and plops down on the cushy chair next to mine.
“What can I say, I have good connections… I’m not giving away my source if that’s what you’re asking. Oh, I almost forgot…” She gets up and leaves the living room.
“Huh, alright then.”
Strolling back into the room, she plops down on the couch, a new baggie of weed in her hands. Quickly rolling up another joint she hands it over. “Here… try this new hybrid I just got in. It’s called Purple Platinum Cookies. Amazing for relieving stress. Sixty percent indica, forty percent sativa. It’s a cross blend between Purple Haze and Platinum Cookies.”
“Yes, please.” I could use some stress reliever in my life right now. I hit the joint, and my taste buds rejoice at the fruity, sweet flavor of it. Reminiscent of my favorite OG strains.
“So… Brooks?” Clearly, she’s not giving up on this grill session when all I want to do is chill, so I decide to appease her.
“He’s hot, okay? I think he’d be an excellent lay and what better way to get in his pants than to let him move in with me?” It’s only a partial truth, but these days no one gets the whole truth. Why bother telling people anything when chances are, they’re only going to hear what they want from what you’ve said. People are fake. A shell of who they really are on the inside. They’re drunk on fun, debt, money, gambling, or prostitutes.
The truest person I’ve ever met is probably my best friend, Macy. She’s married to the love of her life now so I’m on my own. Occasionally she graces me with her presence, but it’s never enough.
My gaze turns back to Zara and I notice her lifted eyebrow. “What?”
“Where are you at today? Seems like you’re not here with me.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m high. I’m never here with you, Zara.”
She lifts the drink she procured while getting up to roll the last joint. “Touché.”
I feel like she’s still waiting for me