05 Oct A Short Story: Thuggish.

*This story is entirely a work of fiction.*

She said:

So… you’re a macho man now, that’s what it is?

I said:

(Rolls up sleeves)

Shorty, I thought I was seeing you watching me flex my muscles the other day…

She said:

(Tries not to laugh)

Oh, please. You have no muscles and you’re like the biggest nerd… geek… that I know and now all of a sudden you’re thuggish?

I said:

Did you listen to any of my newest vibes?

She said:

Not yet.

I said:

It’s that Thug shit… I’m saying that real thug shit.

She said:

(Laughs)

I can’t imagine you saying anything ‘Thug-like.’

I said:

You were reading my poetry and what I write, right?

She said:

Yeah.

I said:

You were sending me the lines that you liked, right?

She said:

Yeah.

I said:

(Smiles and talks with a sly tone of voice)

Okay… so you was getting thugged down. I’m thugging you down then.

She said:

(Rolls her eyes)

So, you’ve been about that Thug Life then?

I said:

So why are you scantily dressed while throwing shade at me then, huh girl? You must like the way I talk to ya.

She said:

(Blushes)

I just want to make sure you can still handle my sass.

I said:

The room felt like a sauna with the warm love you were giving me,

Your eyes had a tantalizing, mesmerizingly sexual appeal,

Your lips tasted plum sweet while my fingers turned prune,

I whispered words, the right words, that you wanted to hear, softly spoken into your ear,

The chandelier above the bed was antique,

Hello dear, I’m a romantic,

Lit the candles, decanted the wine,

Wound down time,

You laughed a lullaby,

I tingled your feelings

She said:

(Eyes closed, smiles, blushes and abruptly interrupts)

Okay… wow… you just going to write that on the spot like that?

I said:

The craziest part about life… is life itself, so you know how I’m trying to acquaint a few moments with you when I can…

She said:

(Sensually laughs)

I don’t think that makes much sense, but it sounds nice the way you said it… why does every sentence you say sound like a hook? You’re fucked up…

I said:

(Smiles)

I was thinking of writing a screenplay or a short novel called Thuggish.

She said:

Well I’m sure if you are writing it, it’s going to be good.

I said:

Shorty, why you wasn’t even showing much interest in using the word superb?

She said:
(Laughs loudly)

How do you do that?

I said:

Do what?

She said:

You change your style of speaking so smoothly… it’s so smooth, it’s almost romantically poetic.

I said:

Shorty, you know me… you put a beautiful girl, such as yourself, in front of me and I turn into Shakespeare.