Perspectives (Season 1)

Myles 3

My phone ringing on the bedside table woke me out of my sleep. I quickly reached over and silenced it. Lourdes was lying in my arms with Lennox in her arms. My phone started to ring again. This time I hurriedly answered it, peeking back over my shoulder to make sure the noise didn't wake the mother and her sleeping child. 

"Hello?" I answered sleepily, yawning. "Yo, where you been? I ain't heard from you." Chadlen's voice made my body suddenly jolt forward. I quickly, but gently slid my arm from under Lourdes and hurried out of the room.

I couldn't help but feel bad about being in the bed with my fake dead best friend's fiancée and son. I remember helping her put up some decorations and joking and shit. Then we ordered food and watched TV until we fell asleep. I didn't remember Lennox being in the bed, but it was nice laying with them regardless of how wrong it was. I wondered if I would even feel as bad if Chadlen wasn't on the other end of the phone right at that moment.

"My bad. I been helping Lo out. You know she moved to New York? Got signed and all that so her and Lenny had to come up here." I said, quickly. I could hear myself rambling, but hoped it didn't sound too try hard." Yeah, I heard. I'm glad she moved somewhere she still got somebody to look out for her. But listen, I just got home from from jail. It's a long story and I'll tell you in a minute, but I need you find that nigga Corey ASAP. I gotta get back to my family." Chadlen said. "You went to jail? And you want me to go find Corey? I thought we was just waiting for him to show up." "I can't wait no more, Myles. I'm going crazy up here. This shit wasn't supposed to last two years. I gotta get home to my family, man. I'm done hiding like a bitch." "A'ight, bruh. But what you do? Why you went to jail?" I asked. "How you know I did something?" Chadlen asked. "Cause I know you nigga." We laughed.

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It had been three months since Lourdes had moved to New York, 20 minutes or something from me and my mom's spot. It felt like high school all over again, hanging and chilling with her damn near every day. I had friends and a couple females I was messing with before Lourdes moved. Now, I hadn't really been with any females and most times I cut my time short with my friends to go be with her and Lennox. I never minded any of it though. The dinners, the shopping, the game nights, the sleepovers, the laughs, the relationship we had built; it was inevitable that Lourdes and Lennox would steady become a large part of my life. And if it wasn't for Chadlen breathing down my neck every couple of days about an update on Corey's whereabouts, I probably would've been more open about the mixed feelings I had for Lourdes. It was hard not to fall in love with a girl the way she did when we were together.

I had always been the opposite of Chadlen, not romantic and rarely kicking it with a girl consistently. Lourdes made me want to change that. Throughout the day, she was all I thought about and I sometimes dreamed about her at night. I got this weird, fatherly feeling when I was with Lennox too. I would randomly be like, "You wanna take Lennox to the park?" or "I'll pick Lennox up from daycare and meet you at your house." Then I would show up with food or frozen yogurt, or sometimes just stick around to rub her feet or her back. Shit was weird. And wrong, but I couldn't help it.

I got up and did a mini jog to the front door from my extremely comfortable position on the couch when someone rang the doorbell. I had been daydreaming as an old episode of Pawn Stars played in the background. I peeked through the peephole. Lourdes and Lennox stood on the other side. She had a show in Chicago, so I volunteered to keep Lennox until she got back.

I felt a small smile creep onto my face as I leaned back. "Yo, who is it?" I asked playfully. "You know it's me, big head. I just saw you looking through the peephole." "Who is me?" "Randall, open this door." Lourdes yelled. I made a disgusted face as I opened the door. Lourdes laughed, "I knew that would get you." "What I told you 'bout calling me by my middle name." "A lot. Don't mean I listen." "I told you 'bout being hard head too." I smirked, pulling her into a hug and kissing her forehead. "Whatever. Where my mom?"