BROWNIES (5)
"I'm in your room..." I said, beginning to feel the effect of the brownies wears off slowly.
"Yes, you're in my room," he still had a hold of my hands, holding me like I was going to fall apart without him.
"The question is, what am I doing here? I thought you—,"
"Seriously? We're back at this again?" He slurred and I began to wonder if this was how I sounded.
I kept quiet and watched him lead me to his bed.
"Relax, Shaniqua. I'm not planning to do anything you don't want—I just don't want you sleeping alone—I'll sleep over there on the couch if it'll make you comfortable."
I wanted so desperately to tell him that he didn't have to do that, but I kept quiet. God forbid that I seem desperate.
'Wait, where's my diary!' I thought as a couple of books on his dressing table caught my attention.
"I need my...I need my handbag," I said, turning towards the door but he stopped me.
"I'll get it for you," just lay down. He led me to the bed, tucked me in like I was a little girl, and turned to leave. "I'll be right back," he added and disappeared.
...
Elvis's POV
The first thing I noticed when I got into the guest room where Shaniqua had rested was the distinctive powdered blue book on the bed. Her handbag was standing right next to the book on the tasseled bed and I got a little curious.
Shaniqua's POV
As soon as Elvis shut the door behind him, I shot you and ran to his dressing table. I've always been a book lover and noticing the books standing on the dressing table made me curious as to what kind of books someone like Elvis read.
To be continued...
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Diary of the Crazy Shaniqua Bello
HumorShaniqua Bello is a 24 year old graduate navigating through life in the busy city of Lagos and THIS is her diary.
