Bunny

64

I stepped out of the shower and got dressed in my pajamas before going to see Isaiah.

He was sitting on his bed.

"Hi..." I greeted.
He looked up at me. "Hey."

I put my clothes away.

I wanted to start a conversation I just didn't know how.

"I left my bonnet at home on accident." I stated.
"Your what?"
"My bonnet."
"What is that?"
"The thing you've seen me wear on my head to bed."
"Oh. I just called it a hat."
I snickered.
"Why you wear that?" he asked. "I just thought you liked to be cute when you go to sleep."
I giggled. "You think it's cute?"
"Yea, it's a pretty little hat that you wear and it usually matches your pajamas."

That was true. I got them in the same colors as my small pajama shorts. Which were dark red, black, or grey.

"I touched it once. It's smooth. Silky." he admitted.
I laughed at him. "I wear it because pillowcases can damage my hair or mess up my curl pattern. My hair is sensitive so I use either a bonnet or a silk pillowcase."
He looked at his pillowcase.
"So if you have a silk pillowcase, you don't need the bonnet?" he asked.
"More or less. It would be helpful."
He nodded.

It went silent.

"That bonnet is helpful." he agreed.
"How do you know?"
"Because you got a head full of hair that has tried suffocating me in my sleep before."
I laughed.
"There was one night you forgot to put it on because...you know...I put you in a coma..."
I stared at him in shock.
"And your hair was all over my face. A lion's mane worth of curly hair drowning me. I thought I was being smothered. I held it in a ponytail for like five minutes with my hands but then my hands got tired and I found your hat."
I snickered at him still calling it a hat.

"Do you need me to buy you a bonnet so you don't mess up your hair?" he asked.
"If you wanna..." I said quietly.
He snickered. "Come on, I'll get you one." He stood up and I followed behind him.

I held his hand during the entire walk from his apartment to his car.

Then when we got in his car. He started my new addiction with holding his hand but he never made me let go.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.
"Are you?"
"I'm okay." Scarred. But okay.
"I'm not takin' you there with me again." he stated.
"But..."
"I'll text you whenever I go and let you know I'm alright. But you're not goin' with me."
"Okay..." I agreed.
That felt best.

We pulled up to the hair store I directed him to go to.

He walked in behind me.

"Why you got your ass hangin' out these shorts?" he asked and tried pulling them down.
I snickered. "It's not on purpose. Quit it." I swatted his hands away from the hems of my shorts.

We walked to the aisle I needed and I looked at all of the options.

I got a dark blue one this time.
"What else you need?" he asked and messed with the hairbrushes.
"This is it." I replied.
"Get stuff you'll keep at my place. You seem forgetful." he stated.
I stared in shock. "I'm not forgetful!"
"Sure." He walked off to explore the store.

I began looking around for things I should keep with him.

Bobby pins.
Hair brush and gel.
Scrunchies.

I wondered what else I should keep with him.

I went to go find him.

I looked down each aisle and he was no where to be found.

Until I reached the last one.

I stared at him.
This is my boyfriend.
I'm dating this man.
Why am I dating this man?
I don't know.

He was standing there with a wig on his head.
A bob wig.

"Look." he said with a smile.
He began shaking his head and letting the hair move every which way.

This man owns a gun, is 6'3, and works in construction. But right now he's in a bob wig having the time of his life.

I couldn't help but laugh as he continued to move his head back and forth.

"Sir, please don't do that." said one of the workers.
He stopped and looked at her.
I watched him while he very seriously attempted to get the hair out of his face and make a window for his eyes.

"I gotta take it off?" he asked her.
"Yes."
He sucked his teeth and she walked off.
"That wig ugly anyway, I don't care." he stated bitterly after removing it. I laughed at him.

"You got everything?" he asked.
"I think so."
"A'ight."
We walked off towards the register.

I looked at Isaiah while he did something on his phone.

"25.68." said the cashier.
I put my card in the machine.
"Why did you just do that?" Isaiah asked and I looked back at him.
"What do you mean?"
He stripped my card out and put his in.
"Isaiah!" I exclaimed.

He didn't respond.

"You have to let me buy things." I insisted.
"Fine. You can buy dinner. I'm starving." he stated.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine."
The machine beeped and he took his card out before finally handing me my own.

My things were put in a bag along with the receipt and we walked out of the store.

He took the hem of my shorts again and pulled them down.
I laughed. "Stop it!"
"Stop havin' your ass out!"
"It's not on purpose!"
"If I see it again I'ma smack it in public."
I gasped.
"Yea. So cover up." he stated before getting in the car.