I saw Mommy out and returned to Laurant. His eyes were glued to the television, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere. It was a comedy, but he didn’t laugh and barely blinked. I figured the problems which brought him this way for a seaside walk still assaulted him. After a few minutes, he switched off the TV and turned to me. I must admit I got really excited.
“Can we talk? Like, for real?” he asked.
Whatever he wanted to talk about, I was so ready. At least I thought I was. He asked what was up with me and Devonte. I wasn’t sure what he meant, so he explained. I’m not the type of sim who would chill with someone just for the woohoo, so why was I wasting time with Devonte? I told him it wasn’t a waste of time. Devonte liked me. I had receipts! But Laurant’s next statement stunned me like a sucker punch.
“He’ll say whatever. Even if he’s legit, you know that’s not what you want. Not really.”
Wounds from trusted friends hurt like crazy, but it’s better that than phonies in my face gassing me up. I hate this! I was mad that he was right; Mad he knew me well enough to say that; Mad Devonte didn’t know me at all; Mad I’m not brave enough to go after what I really want; Mad at myself for being so naïve and overlooking what everyone tried to tell me. I couldn’t respond. What did he really expect me to say?? Oh, Laurant, you’re right. Devonte is trash. I want to be with YOU! This isn’t a movie on the romance channel! This is my life, and it SUCKS!
“When you figure it out, holla at me,” he said.
Then he left.
