Shorty Got My Head Gone (9 page)

I walked to an empty stool at the counter. The man introduced himself and asked what I would like to eat.  He said whatever I wanted he would cook it for me. I was down with that. I was in the mood for some soul food, so I asked him if he could make me some fried chicken, collard green, macaroni and cheese, candy yams and cornbread. I'm sorry but he did say whatever I wanted he would cook. I know I'm greedy but hell I was starving.
After I gave him my order, I was wondering where Poppi was at. I got up and start looking around the house for him. I heard music coming from the door I once thought was the front door. I saw that it was cracked open so I pushed it open and walked in.
It was a huge garage with 4 different sports cars.  He had a Bugatti, 2 Ferraris, and a Lamborghini. He was in his Lamborghini on the driver’s side with one foot out the door. He looked up and saw me but didn't say nothing.
I started walking around looking at the different cars.
When I walked in front of the Lamborghini, I caught Poppi staring at me. I think he was staring at my ass. Giggling to myself.
I walked to the passenger side of the Lamborghini. I open the door and got in. I looked over and saw Poppi rolling up a blunt. I got low-key excited, 'a blunt would be really good right now before I eat some bomb ass soul food'. I thought to myself.
He looked at me.
"What up," he said
"Man I'm right on time huh," I asked looking at him licking the blunt.
"Naw, who said you was going to hit this blunt," he said giving me a weird look.
"So you saying I can't hit it," I asked giving him an equally weird look.
"Hell naw what you think this is little girl?"
I stared at him giving him a stank face. 'Wtf really, this mothafucka tripping hard.'  I thought to myself.
He looked at me and grinned. "Naw I'm fucking with you, I already know you smoke, you probably smoke weed everyday."
"How you figure," I asked.
"Man yo brother was the biggest weed head I know. I know he got you high a couple times," he said.
"Yea you right about that, Baby was a pothead, and yea he did get me high." I said looking out the window reminiscing back during the times Baby used to smoke me out.
"But I didn't smoke much tho, only around him. But after he died that’s when I really became a stoner you know."
Poppi just shook his head. "I understand, say no more."
After he said that it got silent for a second. He sparked up the blunt took a couple pulls then passed it to me.
I took a long drag of the blunt inhaling deeply. I looked at Poppi stare in my face then look me up and down.
"What," I asked wondering why he was staring at me.
He was silent for a few seconds then spoke. "You need to put some more clothes on. You can't be walking around here looking like that. “He said.
I scrunched up my eyebrows "huh looking like what" I asked not seeing the problem.
"Those shorts is too short. You need to put on some pants or something."
"Man you tripping, these shorts in not even all that short. I wear shorts like these all the time. You can't even see my ass cheeks, can you" I asked looking at him
"Naw but still man."
"Well if my ass cheeks not showing it's not that big of a deal, just chill. You said make yourself at home right?"
He glanced at me and smacked his lips "yea iight'" he said then took a pull from the blunt.
"So you good, you ain't tripping right," I asked.
He turn his head looking at me up and down with his low eyes then shook his head and said "I hope not."
We finished up the blunt just sitting there vibing to the music. About an hour later the food was ready. I ate, finished putting my things away and went straight to bed.
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Next morning
I woke up early around 6:00 AM. I went to the bathroom, used the toilet, washed my face then brushed my teeth.
After, I walked out my room down the hall into the living room. I'm about to sit down and turn on the T.V when I hear humming coming from the kitchen. I quietly walked to the kitchen to see Poppi with his shirt off cooking breakfast. He then started to sing
'Take off those heels, lay on my bed
Whisper dirty secrets while I'm pulling on your hair
Poison in our veins, but we don't really care
Candles dripping on your body, baby this ain't truth or dare
Everybody wonders where we've run off to
My body on your body, baby sticking like some glue
Naughty, let’s get naughty, girl it's only one or two
The fever's fucking running, feel the heat between us two?
I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride
I'm gon' ride, I'm, I'm gon' ride on you baby
on you baby all night, all night!
I'm gon' take care of you body I'll be gentle, don't you scream
It's getting hotter, make it softer
Feel your chest on top of me. . . . .'
As he continued to sing, I can feel my panties getting wet, and my knees getting weak. I felt like that little girl all over again that had the biggest crush on this man.
Me just looking at his sexy muscular back and listening to him sing with his amazing and sexy voice was about to drive me crazy.
When he noticed someone was in the room with him, He turned around and looked at me.
"Damn you scared me shorty, next time make some noise," he said smiling at me with the spatula in his hand.
I didn't say nothing. Matter a fact I couldn't get myself to say anything. I was stuck in a daze looking at his ripped abs, and his buffed sculpted upper arms. I didn't know he had a body like that.  'Oh, my Jesus' I thought to myself.
He snapped his figures snapping me out of my daze I was in for a second.
"Yo you good shorty," he asked waving at me
"Oh, yea my bad I was just daydreaming about something," I said wiping the drool from the side of my lip.
"Oh ok, you was looking kind of weird like you was going to faint or something. 
"Oh nah-nah nah I'm good," I said stuttering still distracted because of his body.
“You hungry, I'm cooking breakfast." he asked turning back around to the stove.
"Yea I'm a little hungry," I said licking my lips looking at him up and down.
"Iight well breakfast will be ready in a little bit."
"Where the chef at." I asked
"Oh the chef only come Sundays, Mondays, Wednesday, and Fridays, and I have my maid come on the other days. I like to cook myself so I don't have a chef here every day."
"oh, ok cool, cool. I sure hope you can cook."
He turned around and looked at me. "Man girl don't you know they call me Chef Boyare'Pee' around the motha...”
I started giggling "oh is that right."
"Hell yea that’s right, man this something I do best Shorty. You going to love my cooking."
"Well I do love food, so I like the sound of that."
He started laughing and so did I right along with him.
I was still laughing when I noticed him staring at me again. "What," I asked
"Nothing," he said then got quiet for a second “I’m just happy to see you laughing and smiling. I haven't seen you do that in a long time shorty, it’s just good to see you like this."
"Well you know I wasn't too happy to see you, and I was going through a lot. It wasn't too much to smile and laugh about."
"yea I feel you, but you know what, from now on I’m going to make sure you’re always smiling, you’re too young to be stressed out . . . plus you should always keep a smile on your face, It's too beautiful not to be seen."
He made me blush, and I started cheesin hard.
"See that's what I'm talking about," Poppi said while pointing at me "I love to see that smile."
All I could do was blush. “Thanks," I said.
He smiled looking at me. ''You welcome."

Chapter 10
Poppi
It was about 6:45 am when we finished up eating breakfast. Ashley was complaining about how hungry she still was and why there was no meat on her plate. I didn't make a big breakfast because I usually didn't eat much in the morning. I'm also a healthy eater so I decided to make a pesto omelet made up with sautéed spinach, hazelnut, and freshly grated pecorino.
Ashly wasn't feeling breakfast by the looks of it but she actually liked it surprisingly, it just wasn't enough and there was no meat.
I told her little ass to stop complaining and if she still hungry, there was plenty of food in the refrigerator, and she was free to cook anything she want.
While leaving the kitchen, I grabbed my phone, earphones, and bottle of water off the kitchen counter. I was prepared to go on my morning run on a dirt trail near my house, up the mountain.
Since I ate that big meal of soul food, Ashley had the chef make last night, I was going to put in work this morning and do two laps up and down the mountain. I haven't had some good ole soul food like that in a while & it was really hard to resist it.
The sun was starting to rise so I decided to leave my shirt off while I exercised. I walked out the front door, did a couple warm ups and stretches in my driveway, then took off jogging up the hill to the dirt trail.
I sprinted up the trail for 30 seconds and jogged for 30 seconds continuously until I reached the top of the mountain.
Once I reached the top of the mountain, I took a small break, sitting on the hefty rock that was placed under this small tree with semi shade. I sat on the rock heaving my chest up and down trying to catch my breath. I sat up and took a swig from my water bottle.
I stood there viewing the entire city while the cool breeze touched my moist, sweaty skin. The sun is shining bright, glistening through the small leaves on the tree; and no clouds in the sky.
Even though I have a nice view of the city from my house, I love to take a run up here and look over the city and just clear my mind. Also, the view from here was even more spectacular because you can see absolutely everything.
While standing there admiring the view of the city, my phone rang in my pocket. I took my phone out my pocket to see who was calling me but I missed the call accidently declining the call while grabbing the phone out my pocket.
I was about to go to the missed calls until a picture popped up of my fiancé London facetiming me. I pressed the green accept button and a black screen showed up on the phone. I looked at my service bar and I saw I hardly had any service. Her beautiful face had finally popped up across the screen.
"There you go, hey baby," she said in a soft voice with the biggest smile across her face.
"Hey, my love, what you doing."
"Nothing just got in the house, coming from doing a little grocery shopping. I miss my little penguin." She poked her lips out then gave a slight grin.
I chuckled at the facial expression she made. "And I miss my little soldier,” I said back.
"So what is my little penguin doing with his shirt off looking all sweaty and raunchy and sexy and stuff," she asked while biting down on her bottom lip.
Little penguin was a nickname she gave me right before we got engaged. She call me her little Penguin, because of a picture we found together. It stated that when a penguin finds his mate, they stay together for the rest of their lives, and I asked her if she can be my little penguin for the joke of it. But she took it serious and ever since then I been her little penguin.
"I'm just out here getting my exercise in for the day, taking a run up this mountain." I turned around holding my phone up, with my back toward the city. "I just made it to the top, check out the view."
"Wow that view is amazing, I wish I was out there with you, I can't wait to see you again."
"I wish you were out here with me too. This is where you need to be. I can't wait till you come back to the states stationed out here in Cali."
"I know I'm working on it, I'm trying to' get them to hurry up and make the process faster so I can be there with you sooner rather than later. “She said laying down across the couch.
I turned back around and sat down on the rock under the tree. "Well, they need to hurry up. I'm tired of not seeing your beautiful face every day."
"You see my face all the time, it's not like we do facetime or skype every day or every other day."
"Yea I know, but it's not like waking up next to you with me holding you in my arms looking into your big blue eyes & kissing your lips even with your morning breath," I said making a stank face.
She start laughing and rolled her eyes " Boy please, you made that face like my morning breath be stank. I brush, rinse twice a day and floss every night. My breath don't stank when I wake up, that be yo hot dragon breath that be on hummmmm" she laughed at her own joke.
I start laughing at her silly butt. “Man ma yo breathe be smelling like death mixed with old cabbage."
She dropped her jaw with her mouth wide open. I laughed even harder at the silly facial expression she gave me.  She was always acting silly and we always joked around. That’s one thing I love about my girl. She always had me laughing and I always had a smile when I was around her.
"You a lie, take that back," she said while pointing her index finger at me through the phone.
"I'm sorry babe, but that real shit tho," I said still laughing
She poked out her bottom lip like a baby and acting like she was about to cry " take that back, you hurt my feelings."
"Aww I'm sorry baby, but I'm still not taking it back" I stuck my tongue out at her then winked my eye.
"Ugh whatever, anyways what you doing for today," She asked sitting up on the couch.
"I'm just chilling out today. Probably go to my boy shop to get my hair cut and catch up with some of my homies, that's about it."
"hmm sounds productive," she say while running her fingers through her blonde curly highlights.
"Everything I do is productive," I said then took another swig of the water.
She giggled. "Yea ok, my day been pretty chill too tho. It's my day off so I ain't do much but just went to the grocery store and picked up some Ice cream on the way home."
"Ice cream? you know yo ass is lactose intolerant, watch, yo ass bout to go to the shitter in just a second."
"yea but I been craving ice cream bad lately so I decide to get me a small cup of plain vanilla ice cream from Baskin-Robbins around the corner from my house. I'm doing well so far and I only ate a little," she said while getting up from the couch and showing me the small container she had her ice cream in, on the counter.
"I'm surprised it didn't run right through you like it usually do. "
"I know right me too, I think I'm getting better," she said giggling. I sat there on the rock facetiming her for about 5 more minutes.
"Ugh bae, I think we spoke too soon," she said making a sickening face, rubbing her belly.
"What I tell you," I said shaking my head. " I told yo ass, that shit was going to go right through you."
"yea I can feel it coming, I'm about to get off this phone so I can go take care of my business."
I gave her a stank look.
"Ha-ha, I call you, later on, tonight tho and don't forget I want to get on skype so be prepared." she said biting her bottom lip.
I know exactly what she means when she say she want to get on skype with me. Cybersex! And since I hadn't had sex since the last time I seen her I was always down with the. We Cybersex often.
"Got you," I said while standing up from the rock stretching my arms out.
"Alright my little penguin, I got to run I can't hold it any longer." she say while turning on the bathroom light.
"Uggghhhh shitty booty" I mumbled giving another stank face.
"Shut up fool, love you" She turned her phone around facing it to the mirror while blowing me a kiss through the mirror to the phone.
"I love you too" Then hung up the phone.
I stretched out my arms again then looked down the steep mountain at all the trees. It’s over for anybody who slipped and fall down this mountain' I said to myself while backing up from the cliff. I started jogging down the trail then finished up the rest of my laps up and down the mountain.
When I walked in the house, I walked straight to the kitchen to grab me another water bottle. As I'm walking in I, see Ashley sitting on top of the marble counter top Indian style texting on her phone.
She had her hair in 7 big braids looking like Felicia from Friday but with Blonde hair. She didn't actually look like Felicia just favored her with her hair plaited like that.
I opened the refrigerator grabbing a water bottle and closed it when I saw Ashley staring at me. She had that same look on her face from earlier as if she was in a daze or something. I walked up to here and slapped her thighs breaking her out of her daze.
"You better get yo ass down off my table," I said while sitting up on the table beside her.
She frowned up her eyebrows and looked at me up and down."Nigga how you going to tell me to get down but you just sat next to me."
I took a swig from the water bottle and turned to look at her. “This my shit right," I asked looking at her up and down back.
She rolled her eyes and smacked her teeth. "Whatever Poppi," she said while slightly mushing my arm.
I cracked a smile " naw I'm just fuckin witcha, what you doing anyways looking' like Ceily from the color purple." Grabbing one of her braids with the tip of my finger she moved her head yanking her hair out my hand.
"Boy don't be talking about my hair," she said patting down her hair with both of her hand. "I'm just about to give myself a homemade hot oil treatment before I put any more heat to my head." She pointed to the stove that had a pot with boiling hot water with a jar glass placed inside where she put her oil treatment in.
I turned back around giving her a weird look. "Homemade," I asked.
"Yea homemade, it's a mixture of extra virgin olive oil, castor oil, and coconut oil," she said showing me the containers of the different oils. " I been getting them since I was a young in, my mom used to do all type of Homemade remedies on my head. "
"ha yea I remember when you was about 9 or 10 years old, me and Baby was clowning because y'all moms put some mayonnaise in your hair and made you leave it in all day."
"aww man" she put her hands on her cheeks " I remember that, I was so embarrassed and so mad because y’all kept teasing me all day."
"We couldn't help yourself, you smelt like that shit and Baby ass gone grab a slice of bread , rubbing mayonnaise off your head onto it and made his ass a sandwich with it. "
"And he ate it," Ashley said looking at me with a blank look on her face. We both start cracking up laughing.
She looked at me with the biggest smile on her on her face. “Those was the good old days."
I just looked at her reminiscing back in the day, and she was right, though, they was the good old days.
I hopped down off the countertop "yea you right, but gone get ready I'm about to take you to the hair salon did get your nappy hair done."
"Boy my hair is not nappy," she said rubbing her hair.
"Ah shiiiit, I see those little beady beads in the back of yo head."
She rolled her eyes and got down from the counter top. "Nigga I have 3c hair thank you very much, not everybody mixed with Mexican and can have 3b hair like yourself."
I gave her a weird look not knowing what the hell she was talking about “shorty I don't know what the hell you talking about, just go get ready so you can get something done to that head of yours." I said walking past her and out the kitchen.
I went upstairs to my room to take a shower. I took about a15 minute shower. Getting out I dried off putting on my Polo Ralph Lauren boxer.  I walked out the bathroom into my large master suite walk in closet.
I threw on a plain red Polo shirt, with dark blue Polo denim jeans, and my red and black Jordan’s futures. I also had on my all black Polo watch and a black and red Chicago fitted cap.
Soon after I finished getting dressed, I waited for Ashley for about 10 more minutes than we left out the house.
Before dropping her off at the hair salon, she wanted us to stop by the beauty supply store so she can pick up some hair. She decided she wanted to put a weave in her hair so she wouldn't have to mess with her real hair for a while.
She got everything she needed from the store and soon after I dropped her off in front of the hair salon. I told her to call me whenever she was done getting her hair did and handed her some money.
I drove off and went straight to my home boy Dee barber shop that was just a few miles away. Dee was my other brother from another color, mother. I've known him since middle school and he used to live right down the street from me.
Even though he was a white boy on the outside, he had the soul of a black man. He act black, he talk like he's black, he dressed like he's black, and his brother and sisters are black and his parents is also black. So to everybody that knows him he's black.
He was born in the system and his black foster parents adopted him when he was a few weeks old. He was just like me in my eyes, another brother from the hood. He knew the struggle, and easily adapted to the game in order to survive out here in these grimy streets of south central.
I parked in the lot in front of his barber shop and got out the car. I looked up seeing 'DEE'S KUTZ’ in red, white, blue plastered across, at the top of building.
I walked in the shop and noticed it was really busy. There was 6 stations and 5 was, filled with barber's cutting hair, and all the chairs were filled with boys, and men waiting to get their hair cut.