Young and dumb is what I would say to my younger self. I was reckless as a teen but I grew out of that, Thank God! I did so many things you
would never even dream of, but its all in the past and that’s where it is going
to stay because I am happy with a loving fiance with a precious little one on
the way. I am my own boss, which I always dreamed about and everything is going
just right.
The summer iss coming to an end and business will be slowing
down and I’ll have a little more time to myself and maybe even take a vacation
before the baby comes next year. Roman and I have to start this wedding
planning soon. If it was up to him we would have been married a year ago, but I
do admit it is my fault because I tend to get wrapped up at work a lot, but I
am ready to sit down, focus on planning and become Mrs. Dodson, but as of right
now I need to hurry up and get dressed and head over to my girl Jasmin’s house
for her birthday.
I am so exhausted I don’t even feel like going but I
promised and she is my best friend and all the other girls have been
complaining about how I don’t come around no more because I’m always working so
I have to go this time.
When I arrived, I sent Roman a text letting him know that I
got there safely and I would see him when I got home after every one had gotten
liquor in their system and I could slip out without anyone noticing. He quickly
texted back, ” Okay baby, see you when you get home. I love you,” and I hopped
out of the car and walked right in the house. Ain’t like she ever locked her
doors.
Everyone was already there, bottles were already all
over the table, music was blasting and
Jasmin had one drink in each hand.
“Ay Jaz, what I tell you about locking your doors?” I said
as I hugged her.
“Yea yea yea whatever girl.”
“Well Happy Birthday, love. Everybody downstairs?”
“Yea come on, let’s get you a drank.”
“Now you know I can’t drink.”
“Damn…that’s right. I keep forgetting. Well come on we’ll
get you some cranberry juice and a shot of oj.”
We both burst into laughter and walked downstairs to the
basement.
“Ay everyone, look who is still alive,” she announced to
everyone.
All I heard was comments like, “Whoa Marrissa actually came
to something?” “Did the world end?” “Who dragged you here?”
“Ya’ll got jokes, I see.”
“We still love you though,” Jasmin said squeezing me extra
tight and kissing me on my cheek.
I danced my way over to the table of food and made me a
plate of chicken wings, spicy spaghetti, and pasta salad and sat down next to
my friend, Mariah. We chitchatted for a few minutes catching each other up on
what had been going on in our lives because we haven’t seen each other in over
a month.
After Jasmin had made herself yet another drink she waltzed
her little butt over to where Mariah and I were sitting, then I realized that I
didn’t see Kourtney.
“Jaz, where is Kourtney? I talked to her yesterday she said
she was coming.”
“Awe she was here a little earlier, they called her into
work tonight.”
“Oh so when Kourtney has to work, its okay? But when I have
to work, everybody want to have a fit?” I questioned jokingly.
“Uhh yea! Kourtney comes to everything. You don’t! So hush
your mouth!” She said while shaking her butt in my face, laughing hysterically.
“You are a fool. Get your ass out my face!” I replied
pushing her away.
Everyone who was at the
get-together, I had been friends with for at least 7 or 8 years. It was a group
of 7 of us, but Kourtney and Jasmin were my best friends and had been best
friends for about 15 years now. We met in eighth grade and had been inseparable
ever since. Our mothers always referred to us as twins, and you would think
that we were twins if she wasn’t white. I love both my girls to death. They got
me through the toughest times of my life. I couldn’t picture my life without
those crazy two.
Hours had passed and it was a
little after midnight and waaayyyyy past my bedtime so I said my goodbyes,
kissed the drunken birthday girl and headed back home. I couldn’t wait to get back
home in my cozy bed next to my snoring fiancé.
Back at Roman and Jasmin’s house…
“You know we can’t do this
anymore,” Kourtney says breaking the silence.
“You say this every time,” replied
Roman rolling his eyes.
“I know, but this is the last time
okay?”
“Hmmm mmm okay,” Roman says with a
huge smirk on his face.
He kissed her on the forehead,
pulled up his boxers, and lead her out of the house.
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