"Ricky called,"
Jasmine was leaning
In the doorway
To my bedroom,
Thumbing through a magazine.
"That's nice," I replied
From under the bed.
I was searching for
The red bag that matched
The red heels I was wearing.
"He asked for you,"
There was something different
In Jasmine's voice, but
I continued on my search,
Trying my best to act normal.
"Did he say why?" I asked,
Pulling the bag out and
Standing up. Jasmine was
Not at the door but
Right behind me.
"Are you seeing Ricky?"
Her eyes slits when I turned
To face her. They were
Searching for the truth as
Though expecting me to lie.
"No, why would I
Be seeing your boyfriend?"
I scoffed, walking around her.
I started to put things
In the red bag, hoping this
Was the end of the conversation.
"He broke up with me,"
Jasmine fell onto my bed
Dramatically. "He found
Someone else," she croaked
Before sobbing loudly.
"Forget about him, you
Deserve better, you'll see,"
I said, patting her leg.
"Oh no, is that the time!
Sorry Jazz, I have to go."
I slung my bag onto
My shoulder, grabbed my
Phone and my keys and
Ran out of the apartment.
The sound of Jasmine's sobs
Following me down the hall.
I met up with my date
At the corner of our block.
We made our way to the
Restaurant.
"So you broke up with Jazz?"
I looked up at Ricky.
"And you didn't tell her
I broke up with her for you."
His response was a statement
Not a question. "She doesn't
Want me. She never did.
"How do you know
I want you?" I asked,
Following the maitre d' to our table.
"How do you know I'm only
Using you to hurt her?"
"I just know," he said,
A smug smile plastered on
His face. "Plus you're not like that.
She is, but you're not."
The evening passed with
Good food, good wine
And good conversation,
The roommate and the ex-boyfriend
Enjoying each others' company.
Mario invited me up for a night cap
But I declined as I had an early morning.
As I walked home,
I slipped off my red heels.
I found Jasmine fast asleep
On the couch in the living room,
"I Love Lucy" on the TV.
I turned it off and
Made my way to my room.
"Lucy......?"
"Yeah, Jazz,"
I turned back to look
At her.
"I love you, Lucy,"
Jazz said, drowsily.
"I know, I love you, too,"
I turned and went to my room.
I locked the door and
Fell into bed, knowing that
That was the last time
Jasmine will ever say that.
I love Jasmine and
I love Ricky and
They both love Lucy.
1 comment:
Deceitful, devilish and delightful. Oy, are you a talent!
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