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Giving credit to the Kitchenticians
Posted on July 22, 2010.
I started braiding hair seriously 17yrs ago in college trying to make some extra money, but I've been braiding hair since I was 6 yrs old living in Allentown, PA...braiding my neighbor/friend's hair. Now I do natural hair designs for the LOVE of it 
So far, I've done hair in the following states and I still have clientèle in these states: NYC, COLORADO, MARYLAND, MICHIGAN, ILLINOIS and more to come...my goal is to have clients in every state I travel to.
What people fail to understand is that braiding and locking are an art form that is not taught at a cosmetology school. We pick it up from playing with Barbie dolls/Cabbage Patch dolls and family members.
For the life of me I can not understand why a person would rather pay a stylist more money just because they're in an establishment for the same services you get at a home location. It shouldn't matter where you get your hair done, as long as you're satisfied with the service and it's done professionally. (I am referring to natural styles. Nothing that has to do with any chemicals being applied to the hair follicle).
Another thing....what is it with the infamous "hook-up"?? Everyone is always looking for a hook-up but when they go to an establishment, they pay full price! Why is that? I understand that times are hard but don't you think times are hard for all of us and we're just trying to make ends meet like you are...so why would you try to con us out of the full price we ask for to get a deal?
To all my kitchenticians I applaud you!!! We put up with way more in the home than at a shop and we're overworked and under appreciated. So this is my way of saying...KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
So far, I've done hair in the following states and I still have clientèle in these states: NYC, COLORADO, MARYLAND, MICHIGAN, ILLINOIS and more to come...my goal is to have clients in every state I travel to.
What people fail to understand is that braiding and locking are an art form that is not taught at a cosmetology school. We pick it up from playing with Barbie dolls/Cabbage Patch dolls and family members.
For the life of me I can not understand why a person would rather pay a stylist more money just because they're in an establishment for the same services you get at a home location. It shouldn't matter where you get your hair done, as long as you're satisfied with the service and it's done professionally. (I am referring to natural styles. Nothing that has to do with any chemicals being applied to the hair follicle).
Another thing....what is it with the infamous "hook-up"?? Everyone is always looking for a hook-up but when they go to an establishment, they pay full price! Why is that? I understand that times are hard but don't you think times are hard for all of us and we're just trying to make ends meet like you are...so why would you try to con us out of the full price we ask for to get a deal?
To all my kitchenticians I applaud you!!! We put up with way more in the home than at a shop and we're overworked and under appreciated. So this is my way of saying...KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
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natural stylist, braids, locs
December 1, 2007 was the day I made a lifelong decision to loc my hair once again. This time instead of going to shop to get them done, I decided to start my locs myself.
I've been taking pictures since I started so that I can monitor my growth as well as show off the different styles that I've worn. Hair has been a passion of mine since I was a little girl and I've been braiding hair professional since my college days trying to make some extra money(you know how college students do anything to make some money especially when they're far from home. I used to braid hair, type term papers and when I worked at McDonald's, I used to bring back to the dorms the left over sandwiches and sell them to my suitemates...I guess that's the NY hustla in me!)
The first 6 months of my loc journey were interesting to say the least. At one point my hair was just everywhere and since it was so short, there was only so much I could do with it.
I sported headbands until I had enough length to actually style it. It was rough for me because I was used to ponytails and being able to braid my hair but at this point, all I could do was wear a headband. I'm happy I passed the awkward stage
As my hair grew, I started getting more creative with my loc styles.
In this picture I braided my locs into about 8 cornrows after washing and re-twisting my new growth and left the cornrows in for a few days so the crinkles would set...this was the final result. I was extremely happy with the outcome.
I've seen alot of people that have locs with blonde in their hair, don't get me wrong, some people look nice with it but blonde tends to break your hair off much easier than other colors so I decided on Red. I love red especially as a hair color. When I had my hair relaxed, I used to get this color called Egyptian Clay. The most beautiful color I've seen and it looked so cute in my hair.
This was right before New Year's 2009 the very first time I let someone else style my hair for me, a loctician named Antwon (he did a beautiful job) I was very pleased with the style. Thanks Antwon!
Here I found this Basket Weave style on YouTube by a lady named Shawnta715. Thanks Shawnta! Here's a link to her youtube page: Shawnta715
As my hair gets longer, I can experiment now with more styles, this Loc hawk I also found a YouTube by vnllawytchkltblndie he actually did the simple Loc hawk by just gathering your hair in sections and securing it with rubberbands. I just decided to do braids instead to put my personal twist to it. Thanks VWCB here's his link to youtube: vnllawytchkitblndie
Here I went to one of my favorite styles from when i used to wear my hair relaxed....1 french braid. I love the fact that my hair is to the point now that I can style it in so many different ways.
So as December 1st approaches...I would be celebrating 2yrs strong of the most beautiful locs that I was blessed to have created.
2010 will bring more strength, more positivity and more love. Stay tuned for more pictures of my journey.
More to come, stay tuned
I've been taking pictures since I started so that I can monitor my growth as well as show off the different styles that I've worn. Hair has been a passion of mine since I was a little girl and I've been braiding hair professional since my college days trying to make some extra money(you know how college students do anything to make some money especially when they're far from home. I used to braid hair, type term papers and when I worked at McDonald's, I used to bring back to the dorms the left over sandwiches and sell them to my suitemates...I guess that's the NY hustla in me!)
The first 6 months of my loc journey were interesting to say the least. At one point my hair was just everywhere and since it was so short, there was only so much I could do with it.
I sported headbands until I had enough length to actually style it. It was rough for me because I was used to ponytails and being able to braid my hair but at this point, all I could do was wear a headband. I'm happy I passed the awkward stage
As my hair grew, I started getting more creative with my loc styles.
In this picture I braided my locs into about 8 cornrows after washing and re-twisting my new growth and left the cornrows in for a few days so the crinkles would set...this was the final result. I was extremely happy with the outcome.
I've seen alot of people that have locs with blonde in their hair, don't get me wrong, some people look nice with it but blonde tends to break your hair off much easier than other colors so I decided on Red. I love red especially as a hair color. When I had my hair relaxed, I used to get this color called Egyptian Clay. The most beautiful color I've seen and it looked so cute in my hair.
This was right before New Year's 2009 the very first time I let someone else style my hair for me, a loctician named Antwon (he did a beautiful job) I was very pleased with the style. Thanks Antwon!
Here I found this Basket Weave style on YouTube by a lady named Shawnta715. Thanks Shawnta! Here's a link to her youtube page: Shawnta715
As my hair gets longer, I can experiment now with more styles, this Loc hawk I also found a YouTube by vnllawytchkltblndie he actually did the simple Loc hawk by just gathering your hair in sections and securing it with rubberbands. I just decided to do braids instead to put my personal twist to it. Thanks VWCB here's his link to youtube: vnllawytchkitblndie
Here I went to one of my favorite styles from when i used to wear my hair relaxed....1 french braid. I love the fact that my hair is to the point now that I can style it in so many different ways.
So as December 1st approaches...I would be celebrating 2yrs strong of the most beautiful locs that I was blessed to have created.
2010 will bring more strength, more positivity and more love. Stay tuned for more pictures of my journey.
More to come, stay tuned
Hair growth: Moisture and Minimalist Method
Posted on July 12, 2010.
So I'm finding new ways to get my hair to grow after I had to cut off 5in in Feb of this year. That was a drag 
But now that I'm off the lazy train and committed to lots of hair growth (partially because I lost my job and I have nothing better to do lol) I'm trying new hair growth methods. The method I'm trying now is the moisture & minimalist method. (Yeah I just made that name up lol) Anyway, what I do is deep condish with mayonnaise (blow dry it in and then rinse it out and co-wash or shampoo depending on build up and how dry hair is) twice a week and then use regular conditioner over wet hair and olive oil over the conditioner.
I find that this method is working extremely well for me and my hair is growing very fast and is really moisturized with minimal products and effort (hence the moisture and minimalist method lol). Well I encountered one problem. Sometimes I straighten my hair for a different look and I found that the ends are really dry from straightening. I don't know how to combat the dryness in this situation as I have always had dry hair esp the ends. Any suggestions on an inexpensive product that I can use to moisturize my ends without curling them up when my hair is straightened?
But now that I'm off the lazy train and committed to lots of hair growth (partially because I lost my job and I have nothing better to do lol) I'm trying new hair growth methods. The method I'm trying now is the moisture & minimalist method. (Yeah I just made that name up lol) Anyway, what I do is deep condish with mayonnaise (blow dry it in and then rinse it out and co-wash or shampoo depending on build up and how dry hair is) twice a week and then use regular conditioner over wet hair and olive oil over the conditioner.
I find that this method is working extremely well for me and my hair is growing very fast and is really moisturized with minimal products and effort (hence the moisture and minimalist method lol). Well I encountered one problem. Sometimes I straighten my hair for a different look and I found that the ends are really dry from straightening. I don't know how to combat the dryness in this situation as I have always had dry hair esp the ends. Any suggestions on an inexpensive product that I can use to moisturize my ends without curling them up when my hair is straightened?
Can I Just
Posted on January 28, 2010.
Can I Just
A Lil G Production…
“Ryssy open the door! Please open the door! My ex screamed from the other side of the door. I slid down the door as he banged and banged feeling my back move with the door. I’m so tired of his mess; every other day it’s something new. Either it’s another female calling my house, how he keeps forgetting to come pick me up from work, or how he keeps promising to treat me better, but never do.
“You need to grow up Dreux!” I screamed as I heard him slide down the door, and hit the floor. “You need to grow up!” I wiped my tears and held myself in a fetal position.” How many times have you told me,” I screamed getting choked up in my tears, sniffles, and words, “How many times did you tell me that you were going to treat me better!” I banged the door with my fist, making sure he felt it.
“Count them Dreux! Tell me! Tell right now! How many times!” My cell phone rung, I grabbed my purse that was on the floor next to me, and flipped it open, it read 20 starting from the junior year of high school. I threw it down as I leaned my head back on the door.
“Sharisa?” He whispered. “I love you, you know that! It’s just hard for me,” he paused.” Every since we were 14, my mom and dad split up, you know around the time, that you moved next door.” He sniffed. “She left me, Ryssy, she left me! You were always there though; you didn’t even know me, and you befriended me, and talked me through it. But nothing in the world could help me trust a woman again.” I felt his head bump the door making mine jiggle a little.” She told me she was going to the store,” He paused and moved around. “She never came back Ryss,” he said faintly.
“I know the story Dreux, alright! But you can’t keep doing this to me! I am not your mother, if I was going to leave you, I would have been gone! You can’t keep thinking about what she did to you, and hold me for responsibility! Its not fair to me, and neither it is to you.” I was trying to keep my tears to a minimum, but I couldn’t.
“Sharisa, remember that time when I took you to Kentucky Kingdom on your birthday! Oh we had so much fun!” He sniffed. I laughed lightly, “and remember when I came back with that big giant teddy bear! It was so huge!” He sniffed once more. “I never told you I saw my mom, did I? She was holding a little boys hand, at the ring toss, he was calling my mom, mommy! Do you know how that feels! To see the person that abandoned you, with another little boy!” He started hyperventilating, choking on his tears, and shortening his breaths.
“I never knew Dreux, I’m sorry you had to go through that!” I said feeling something on my butt. “What are doing?” He pushed something underneath me. I rolled over, and picked up a picture of a little boy and an older woman, at a ring toss. “He looks like you Dreux.”
“Guess what his name is. Just guess!” I slid the picture back under the door, and asked him what was the boys name, he replied back, “Andrew. She missed me soOo much Ryss that she named her son Andrew!” he screamed hitting the wall, and not the door, because he knew I was lying against it. “Why couldn’t she just come home to Dreux? Am I a bad person! Look what she’s doing to me, she’s making me hurt you, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know you don’t Dreux, that’s why I never left you. I knew you still had the problems dealing with your mom! But it’s been 7 years! Dreux face it she’s not coming back, I love you and I want to tell you different but she’s not coming back!” I pitied Dreux, I felt for his suffering. I don’t get how a woman could desert her son, and how could she tell that wild story that she was going to come back. Knowing she wasn’t even going to stop back in, and kiss him goodbye, or tell him she loved him. At least she could have called him after all these years! I mean what kind of person would do that, without realizing they could leave their child damage. So yeah, I felt for him.
“Will you forgive me?” I shook my head, realizing what he was doing to me. He was just trying to get me to feel sympathetic towards him. So I stayed silence. “I know what you thinking. I’m not Ryssy, I don’t want lose you!”
I bumped my head on the door, mumbled, “I know that! And so what’s going to change if I do forgive you? Huh? Are you are going to quit sticking your manhood in everything with a skirt? Hell! What you going to do propose?” I laughed. “You think I’m about to fall for this mess again, nigga! My daddy aint raise no fool, my momma might have died when I was born but she left me in good hands!”
He grumbled, and moved around. I got up and turned on the radio, to hear that Dreux was dedicating a song to me. The DJ put the song on and I turned down, “Turn it back on that’s not fair Ryss!” I gave him the benefit of the doubt and turned it up,” Louder!” I cut it up louder to here ‘Beautiful by Snoop Dog.’ “Remember Ryss! Summer of 1986, at Gold Blade?” I smiled. He kept talking.” I disappeared for a moment then I came back, and grabbed you hand…”
A tear rolled down my eye, ”Dreux that’s not fair. You not making it any easier for me!”
“Ryssy can I jus…” I opened the door and gave him his things, he looked down at the box, which was sitting next to him, and let a tear fall from his face. “Please Sharisa I love you, can’t I just…” I walked back in the house and shut my door slowly leaving him outside. I walked over to my couch and sat down, staring into space.
What the hell did I just do?“You have 4 new messages. First message…Ryssy please! Please! Can I just expl,”I deleted the message.” Second message…please let me make it up to you.” Delete. ”Third Message…Ryssy quit deleting my…”Delete. “Fourth message…I know you don’t want me to come on ya job. Girl you better call me.” I hesitated, dang he knew me too well. I picked up the phone and dialed the first 6 numbers of his cell, and hung up.
I slammed the cordless phone back down on the charger as my roommate Kim walked in, she aint been home in a minute, she just got with Dreux’s older brother Jerome, and I aint seen her much lately. She looked kind of rough! Im guessing she here to get some more clothes and roll back out. “Dang girl! We just bought that phone, lemme guess Dreux again.” I pouted. “Tell me whats the matter.”
She sat down and I laid down on her lap as she started patting my head, “I seen him again Kim, I walked in and there he was with another girl! The boy has me confused! Why would his dumb butt give me a key to his house, and he always cheating! I walked in and guess what he said.”
She mimicked Dreux’s voice, “It’s not what it looks like Ryssy!” She shook her head and laughed.
“Darn Skippy! And then he kissed me! And you know the nastiest thing about it was that he just got up out that girl coochie!” I laughed at her disgusted face, “I slapped him so hard! Then the nigga followed me over here, and started giving me that same tired ol story! Don’t you understand my mommy left me! Like he the only one that lost his mother, at least he got the chance to hug his momma! “
She nodded, “Girl I’ve known you since freshman year of high school, and I’ve been there for you all the times he hurt you! I’m going to tell you this again, “Stop taking him back!” The phone rung, “Hello…what up Dreux…naw she just left….um she went to the park out north...yea...peace out!”
“Thanks man.” I got up and walked to the kitchen and got out a Corona, and started guzzling it down, making my throat sting a little bit. “ I hate that dude sometimes!”
I tossed her a Pepsi,” You should hate him, period! He does you wrong all the time, and you keep persisting you love him and he loves you! Well tell me this if he loved you why does he keep hurting you?” She had a point if he loved me why would he constantly keep hurting me, but he’s always proved it, but then he’d usually screw up.
“I believe what he says all the time Kim. I mean one minute Im all he wants but the next minute he’s cheating again, and I believe every time he won’t do it again, because I love him. But this last time, I just couldn’t believed he’d do it again.” I started fighting my tears. “I wanted to go over there and tell him I love him, and hold him you know!” As tears rapidly fell, I broke down to my knees, and smashed the glass bottle into the floor. “I was trying to reassure him that I wasn’t like his freaking mom and he pulls this mess!”
Kim let me have my space, and walked out the kitchen, I grabbed another beer, and started drinking, and after that one I grabbed another, and then another, and continued until I dialed Dreux’s number on speed dial sounding drunk as hell! “Hello!
“Umm Ryss you alright?” He said sounding like he had been crying.
“No!” I whined, feeling like I had to vomit, I ran in the bathroom with the phone still in my hand and started barfing, Kim left the house, and I heard Dreux say he was on his way over. Before I could pick up the phone, I heard the dial tone
5 minutes later I heard him knock on my door,” Sharisa open the door!” I crawled to the door, and stood on my knees and unlocked it.
“Come in,” I laid down on the floor, because I didn’t feel like moving, and I really couldn’t walk that much 8 coronas could do that to you! He opened the door and immediately picked me up off the floor and carried me to the couch, and laid me down.
He walked around the kitchen cleaning up the empty beer bottles, and the glass that I had smashed.
“Why you drink all this for! You know you can’t even handle one!” He said walking over to me and sitting down on my coffee table that was in front of my face. He brushed the hair from out of my face, and caressed my cheek. “I’m so sorry I did you wrong, I wont do it no more! This time I’m serious you are my world, Ryssy!”
A tear fell from my eye, “Then prove it!”
He picked me up and took me into my room, and sat me down on my bed, making sure I was comfortable, and left the room. I was just about to go to sleep when my phone rung, “Hello?”
“Aye um can I speak to Dreux?” Some female said into the phone. I looked at my phone in awe, mouth so wide open in shock, looked like I was bout to catch some fireflies. I sat the phone on my bed for a second just looking at it like ‘no this hoe didn’t jus call my crib asking for Dreux!’ I swear that nigga stay lying. Baby I loooove you, give me another chance! “Hello?”
I calmed down. “Im sorry, but listen here! Mmmm K Dreux does not live here hun! He never will, so please don’t call here again! MmmK Buh Bye!” I hung up the phone and hopped out the bed to go find Dreux. As I walked out of my door, I smelled something cooking and smiled.” That nigga think he can cook me something to eat and make me forgive him! After that call I thinks not!” I thought to myself gliding inside my kitchen.
“What you doing out of that bed?” he said making more mess in my kitchen.
“I came to see why,” I stopped and looked at my caller id on the cordless phone I had,” 568-8797 called my house looking for a Dreux?” He looked at me and frowned.
“Why you bugging that’s my momma number! You know that, it’s probably a family member!” I looked away embarrassed and tired to play it off.” See naw that aint fair dude! Naw I just get here and you start assuming things knowing that’s my momma’s crib!” He was pissed dang I’m stupid!
“Forgive me please, I can’t get over this morning just like that Puffy!” I said kissing him passionately, as he placed my on a counter top and got in between my legs.
“Im going to make you forget, Ryssy! I love you girl.” He pecked my lips and continued cooking. I just sat there watched him cook.
“Aye Ryssy can I just say something about this morning?” I shook my head no. “Please can I just...”
“Past is past Dreux make sho the future is right.” He kissed me.
“But...” I shook my head no.
“I’m taking you back Dreux! Aight don’t make me kick you out tonight!” I got off the counter and walked to my room.
What the hell just happened?
Written by:Christina a. morgan
A Lil G Production…
“Ryssy open the door! Please open the door! My ex screamed from the other side of the door. I slid down the door as he banged and banged feeling my back move with the door. I’m so tired of his mess; every other day it’s something new. Either it’s another female calling my house, how he keeps forgetting to come pick me up from work, or how he keeps promising to treat me better, but never do.
“You need to grow up Dreux!” I screamed as I heard him slide down the door, and hit the floor. “You need to grow up!” I wiped my tears and held myself in a fetal position.” How many times have you told me,” I screamed getting choked up in my tears, sniffles, and words, “How many times did you tell me that you were going to treat me better!” I banged the door with my fist, making sure he felt it.
“Count them Dreux! Tell me! Tell right now! How many times!” My cell phone rung, I grabbed my purse that was on the floor next to me, and flipped it open, it read 20 starting from the junior year of high school. I threw it down as I leaned my head back on the door.
“Sharisa?” He whispered. “I love you, you know that! It’s just hard for me,” he paused.” Every since we were 14, my mom and dad split up, you know around the time, that you moved next door.” He sniffed. “She left me, Ryssy, she left me! You were always there though; you didn’t even know me, and you befriended me, and talked me through it. But nothing in the world could help me trust a woman again.” I felt his head bump the door making mine jiggle a little.” She told me she was going to the store,” He paused and moved around. “She never came back Ryss,” he said faintly.
“I know the story Dreux, alright! But you can’t keep doing this to me! I am not your mother, if I was going to leave you, I would have been gone! You can’t keep thinking about what she did to you, and hold me for responsibility! Its not fair to me, and neither it is to you.” I was trying to keep my tears to a minimum, but I couldn’t.
“Sharisa, remember that time when I took you to Kentucky Kingdom on your birthday! Oh we had so much fun!” He sniffed. I laughed lightly, “and remember when I came back with that big giant teddy bear! It was so huge!” He sniffed once more. “I never told you I saw my mom, did I? She was holding a little boys hand, at the ring toss, he was calling my mom, mommy! Do you know how that feels! To see the person that abandoned you, with another little boy!” He started hyperventilating, choking on his tears, and shortening his breaths.
“I never knew Dreux, I’m sorry you had to go through that!” I said feeling something on my butt. “What are doing?” He pushed something underneath me. I rolled over, and picked up a picture of a little boy and an older woman, at a ring toss. “He looks like you Dreux.”
“Guess what his name is. Just guess!” I slid the picture back under the door, and asked him what was the boys name, he replied back, “Andrew. She missed me soOo much Ryss that she named her son Andrew!” he screamed hitting the wall, and not the door, because he knew I was lying against it. “Why couldn’t she just come home to Dreux? Am I a bad person! Look what she’s doing to me, she’s making me hurt you, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know you don’t Dreux, that’s why I never left you. I knew you still had the problems dealing with your mom! But it’s been 7 years! Dreux face it she’s not coming back, I love you and I want to tell you different but she’s not coming back!” I pitied Dreux, I felt for his suffering. I don’t get how a woman could desert her son, and how could she tell that wild story that she was going to come back. Knowing she wasn’t even going to stop back in, and kiss him goodbye, or tell him she loved him. At least she could have called him after all these years! I mean what kind of person would do that, without realizing they could leave their child damage. So yeah, I felt for him.
“Will you forgive me?” I shook my head, realizing what he was doing to me. He was just trying to get me to feel sympathetic towards him. So I stayed silence. “I know what you thinking. I’m not Ryssy, I don’t want lose you!”
I bumped my head on the door, mumbled, “I know that! And so what’s going to change if I do forgive you? Huh? Are you are going to quit sticking your manhood in everything with a skirt? Hell! What you going to do propose?” I laughed. “You think I’m about to fall for this mess again, nigga! My daddy aint raise no fool, my momma might have died when I was born but she left me in good hands!”
He grumbled, and moved around. I got up and turned on the radio, to hear that Dreux was dedicating a song to me. The DJ put the song on and I turned down, “Turn it back on that’s not fair Ryss!” I gave him the benefit of the doubt and turned it up,” Louder!” I cut it up louder to here ‘Beautiful by Snoop Dog.’ “Remember Ryss! Summer of 1986, at Gold Blade?” I smiled. He kept talking.” I disappeared for a moment then I came back, and grabbed you hand…”
A tear rolled down my eye, ”Dreux that’s not fair. You not making it any easier for me!”
“Ryssy can I jus…” I opened the door and gave him his things, he looked down at the box, which was sitting next to him, and let a tear fall from his face. “Please Sharisa I love you, can’t I just…” I walked back in the house and shut my door slowly leaving him outside. I walked over to my couch and sat down, staring into space.
What the hell did I just do?“You have 4 new messages. First message…Ryssy please! Please! Can I just expl,”I deleted the message.” Second message…please let me make it up to you.” Delete. ”Third Message…Ryssy quit deleting my…”Delete. “Fourth message…I know you don’t want me to come on ya job. Girl you better call me.” I hesitated, dang he knew me too well. I picked up the phone and dialed the first 6 numbers of his cell, and hung up.
I slammed the cordless phone back down on the charger as my roommate Kim walked in, she aint been home in a minute, she just got with Dreux’s older brother Jerome, and I aint seen her much lately. She looked kind of rough! Im guessing she here to get some more clothes and roll back out. “Dang girl! We just bought that phone, lemme guess Dreux again.” I pouted. “Tell me whats the matter.”
She sat down and I laid down on her lap as she started patting my head, “I seen him again Kim, I walked in and there he was with another girl! The boy has me confused! Why would his dumb butt give me a key to his house, and he always cheating! I walked in and guess what he said.”
She mimicked Dreux’s voice, “It’s not what it looks like Ryssy!” She shook her head and laughed.
“Darn Skippy! And then he kissed me! And you know the nastiest thing about it was that he just got up out that girl coochie!” I laughed at her disgusted face, “I slapped him so hard! Then the nigga followed me over here, and started giving me that same tired ol story! Don’t you understand my mommy left me! Like he the only one that lost his mother, at least he got the chance to hug his momma! “
She nodded, “Girl I’ve known you since freshman year of high school, and I’ve been there for you all the times he hurt you! I’m going to tell you this again, “Stop taking him back!” The phone rung, “Hello…what up Dreux…naw she just left….um she went to the park out north...yea...peace out!”
“Thanks man.” I got up and walked to the kitchen and got out a Corona, and started guzzling it down, making my throat sting a little bit. “ I hate that dude sometimes!”
I tossed her a Pepsi,” You should hate him, period! He does you wrong all the time, and you keep persisting you love him and he loves you! Well tell me this if he loved you why does he keep hurting you?” She had a point if he loved me why would he constantly keep hurting me, but he’s always proved it, but then he’d usually screw up.
“I believe what he says all the time Kim. I mean one minute Im all he wants but the next minute he’s cheating again, and I believe every time he won’t do it again, because I love him. But this last time, I just couldn’t believed he’d do it again.” I started fighting my tears. “I wanted to go over there and tell him I love him, and hold him you know!” As tears rapidly fell, I broke down to my knees, and smashed the glass bottle into the floor. “I was trying to reassure him that I wasn’t like his freaking mom and he pulls this mess!”
Kim let me have my space, and walked out the kitchen, I grabbed another beer, and started drinking, and after that one I grabbed another, and then another, and continued until I dialed Dreux’s number on speed dial sounding drunk as hell! “Hello!
“Umm Ryss you alright?” He said sounding like he had been crying.
“No!” I whined, feeling like I had to vomit, I ran in the bathroom with the phone still in my hand and started barfing, Kim left the house, and I heard Dreux say he was on his way over. Before I could pick up the phone, I heard the dial tone
5 minutes later I heard him knock on my door,” Sharisa open the door!” I crawled to the door, and stood on my knees and unlocked it.
“Come in,” I laid down on the floor, because I didn’t feel like moving, and I really couldn’t walk that much 8 coronas could do that to you! He opened the door and immediately picked me up off the floor and carried me to the couch, and laid me down.
He walked around the kitchen cleaning up the empty beer bottles, and the glass that I had smashed.
“Why you drink all this for! You know you can’t even handle one!” He said walking over to me and sitting down on my coffee table that was in front of my face. He brushed the hair from out of my face, and caressed my cheek. “I’m so sorry I did you wrong, I wont do it no more! This time I’m serious you are my world, Ryssy!”
A tear fell from my eye, “Then prove it!”
He picked me up and took me into my room, and sat me down on my bed, making sure I was comfortable, and left the room. I was just about to go to sleep when my phone rung, “Hello?”
“Aye um can I speak to Dreux?” Some female said into the phone. I looked at my phone in awe, mouth so wide open in shock, looked like I was bout to catch some fireflies. I sat the phone on my bed for a second just looking at it like ‘no this hoe didn’t jus call my crib asking for Dreux!’ I swear that nigga stay lying. Baby I loooove you, give me another chance! “Hello?”
I calmed down. “Im sorry, but listen here! Mmmm K Dreux does not live here hun! He never will, so please don’t call here again! MmmK Buh Bye!” I hung up the phone and hopped out the bed to go find Dreux. As I walked out of my door, I smelled something cooking and smiled.” That nigga think he can cook me something to eat and make me forgive him! After that call I thinks not!” I thought to myself gliding inside my kitchen.
“What you doing out of that bed?” he said making more mess in my kitchen.
“I came to see why,” I stopped and looked at my caller id on the cordless phone I had,” 568-8797 called my house looking for a Dreux?” He looked at me and frowned.
“Why you bugging that’s my momma number! You know that, it’s probably a family member!” I looked away embarrassed and tired to play it off.” See naw that aint fair dude! Naw I just get here and you start assuming things knowing that’s my momma’s crib!” He was pissed dang I’m stupid!
“Forgive me please, I can’t get over this morning just like that Puffy!” I said kissing him passionately, as he placed my on a counter top and got in between my legs.
“Im going to make you forget, Ryssy! I love you girl.” He pecked my lips and continued cooking. I just sat there watched him cook.
“Aye Ryssy can I just say something about this morning?” I shook my head no. “Please can I just...”
“Past is past Dreux make sho the future is right.” He kissed me.
“But...” I shook my head no.
“I’m taking you back Dreux! Aight don’t make me kick you out tonight!” I got off the counter and walked to my room.
What the hell just happened?
Written by:Christina a. morgan
Sweet Shoppe Production No.1- Drue
Posted on January 27, 2010.
Your name is Remy. U r 17, off da hook, and hot to def; but u got a
man. His name is Chad. U love him but u r not in love w/ him. Da same
old thing for 2 1/2 years can get old. It is Sat. and u just came
back from the mall. U gave ur # 2 this cutie named Druex and he is
supposed to call u tonight. U hurry up and rush ur man and including
ur friends off da phone so da line would be free 4 Druex
The phone rings (Ring, Ring)
R- Hello
D- Yo Remy, dis Druex. Ya no, I holled at chu in da mall
R- Oh yeah, so what up?
D-Me, nothin jus chillin. But lets get down 2 business
. U got a man?
R- Not right now
D- Well r u talking 2 ne 1?
R- Dis 1 dude, but I aint really feelin him. Wel since u askin me all
these ?'s let me ask u some. U got a girl?
D- No, we broke up. She wuz actin all siditty like and when it really
came down 2 it, all she really wanted wuz my money.
R- O
D-I mean shorty would do ne thing 4 a dolla. Shorty was a groupie 4
real.
(talked 2 bout 3 am and had planned 2 go 2 da movies on sat.)
Saturday Night they ahd planned 2 catch the late movie. Well maybe
not da late movie but jus a seat.
( At Remi's house) The phone rang
R- Hey Druex
D-Hey Remy, Yall ready?
R-Yea, well b waiting outside
D- Yo, ur friends look good? cuz i dont want my boyz in da 12 o clock
movie w/Might Joe Young?
R- They straight.
D- u sure?
R- Bye!
They came 2 pick yall up. You and ur friend hop n2 da Escalade.
R- Keisha, dis is Jarell
K- hey J-Hey R-Angel, dis is DaMario
Raz- Wut up A- hey
R- and Omari dis is Candice
O- hey
C- Hi
U all get da talkin and everyone gets to know 1 another betta. All
dis time ur man never crossed ur mind. At da movies U all get ur
tickets and head inside. The lights r on and every1 heads their
separate ways. Da preveiws go off and da lights dim.
D- Remy R- Wha ( all of a sudden he kissed u)
U kiss n feel 4 a while then his hand start moving up ur leg, then ur
thigh, then ur panties. REMY THINKING Sexy boy, u so fly. I jus might
give u a try. I got ur hand rubbing on my leg. Opps, I 4got I got a
man.
R- Dreux ( jumps up from kissing n feelin)
D-What?
R-Stop.
D- y?
(IN REMY'S MIND) Im' thinkin 2 myself should I even take the chance.
Should I do whats on my mind o should i stay down wit my man? Its 1am
I'm feenin and im wanting him so bad. Should I chill one night with
him and loose every thing I had?
Stay Tuned for the next episode. It is Crazy. Holla a cha girl!