Friends Are Foes 2By: Natalie Sade
“Kwony’s not here,” I pointed out. Part of me wanted to see what excuse she would come up with to explain that. The fact of the matter was, she was being a bitch. I just didn’t understand why.
“Because she is here, and he don’t feel comfortable,” she lied. Kwony hadn’t been here, so he had no idea that Lakeisha was here.
“Well, if he would have let me know that, I wouldn’t have brought her. Kwony has always been cool from my experiences with him.” I told her.
“Okay, Sasha.” She replied.
“Well, we’re about to go,” I told her. She looked around like that was a problem. “Is something else wrong?” I asked.
“Damn, Sash, clean up before you go.” She huffed. Her tone was as if I was a kid that she was constantly cleaning up behind. Instead of vice versa.
“What’s dirty?” I asked. Her eyes scanned the counter and landed on the water stain from Lakeisha’s cup. I had thrown the cup away, but forgot to wipe the counter. I grabbed a napkin and wiped the water up.
“All you have to do is use coasters, they’re all over the house.” She mumbled rolling her eyes.
“What else?” I asked. She was acting like the whole house was a mess over one water stain.
“The living room is clean to you?” She asked, and started walking in that direction.
“Yea,” I answered following behind her. Lakeisha walked out of my room and headed for the front door.
“I’ll be outside,” she said over her shoulder.
“You don’t see anything wrong?” Tika asked, with her arms folded across her chest once we entered the living room.
“No,” I answered after my eyes traveled around the room. The floors were vacuumed, the tables were wiped down, and the magazines were stacked neatly. I didn’t see a problem.
“Look at these pillows, Sasha. The zippers shouldn’t be showing, and they aren’t in order. Looked at the rug, it’s not lying flat. The fireplace,” she said pointing at it. “I just,” she said dropping her hand. “I’ll do it,” she said, after taking a deep breath.
“I’ll do it,” I said. “You never said you like your pillows a certain way,” I said as I arranged the pillows.
“I thought it was common sense,” she said and walked away.
"She foul for talking to you like that. Then the bitch acting like she don’t know me. That’s why I just walked outside. Fuck that hoe.” Lakeisha said.
“I’m going home, for real. She doing too much. The other day she came in the room talking about, ‘is this your bowl you left in the sink’. She don’t do that shit to Kwony.” I pointed out. True, it was her house and should be ran the way she wanted. But shit, if I’m that bad why beg me to stay?
“That’s her man. Hell, of course he gets a pass.”
“That’s her shit, though. When I moved in she kept a clean house. I thought I was maintaining that.” I huffed.
“It’s clean, just not the way she likes it. And how are you supposed to know how she likes it, if she just gets an attitude, but don’t say shit.”
“I know,” I agreed.
“Hey, Sasha.” I heard someone say from behind me. I turned to see Felicia walking up. I stood up to hug her.
“Hey, girl, what’s up!” I said smiling from ear to ear. She was dressed in a cute black dress with some matching heels.
“Nothing, girl, I thought that was you so I wanted to say hi.”
“Well it was good seeing you. I live up her now, so hit me up so we can go out.” I told her. As soon as I said it I thought about the fact that I would probably be moving soon.
“Okay, girl.” We hugged again before she walked off.
“Who was that?” Lakeisha asked.
“Felicia Bonner. She is from Corsicana, but lives up here. You don’t remember her?”
“Oh shit, I didn’t recognize her.” She replied.
After we ate and had a few more drinks, we hopped in our separate cars and headed home.
When I walked in the house, I heard laughter coming from the patio. I looked through the kitchen, and saw Tika and a couple of her friends, sitting outside drinking and laughing. I was going to go speak to them and then go to bed. As I got closer, I realized the conversation was about me.
“She’s like your little puppy, for real. She hangs on to your every word.” Ashley said.
“You stupid.” Tika laughed. “I be tryna help her, y’all. Whenever we go out she always comes in my room like she fly. I be like, nah lil baby pick something out my closet. Her style is just off. I be tryna put her on game, but she refuses to learn.”
“Every time we’re out, and you say she is on the way, I’m thinking, Lord what this country bumpkin gon’ have on.” Brittany said.
“Hey, I’m a country bumpkin too.” Tika laughed.
“You a different type of bitch, though.” Ashley reasoned.
“Hell yea,” Brittany agreed.
“Y’all know I’m very independent, so she kills me with that clingy shit,” Tika vented.