SHORT CLICK - PART II
I was bored out of my mind, sitting at home watching TV on a Friday night.
I could have gone to this party where my brother was dj'ing but I wasn't in the mood to be around a lot of people. I get an unexpected phone call from Clint, this guy from around the neighborhood. It was nice to hear his sexy Jamaican voice.
"What are you doing?" he asked
"Nothing, just watching TV."
"Let's watch a movie together, wanna come over?"
"Sure." I was flattered, he had never invited me over and I couldn't wait to spend time with him.
It took me ten minutes to get to his apartment. Well, it wasn't exactly his place, he had a room at his mother's. He opened the door, gave me a kiss on the cheek and I followed him to the bedroom. It was a small room, the queen-sized bed took most of the space. The TV on top of a dresser was facing the bed. I sat down, pretending to look at the screen, but my mind was elsewhere. Clint made me feel comfortable by massaging my shoulders and kissing me on the neck.
"What movie do you have?" I asked.
"Tell me what you're in the mood for," he said.
That was easy. I turned around to look at him with desire. He knew. Clint leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips.
"Are you sure?" he asked
We created our own screenplay that night and I walked back home in a daze. That week I couldn't wait to see Clint again. I was calling him almost every night but he was never home. It wasn't until I bumped into one of his friends that I found out some news.
"Yo, you can't catch feelings for Clint, he's a good guy but has too much drama. He just got out of prison for selling drugs, unless you don't care about that," his friend said to me.
I was devastated.
The following week, Clint was the one calling me like crazy. I avoided all his phone calls knowing too well I didn't want to be with someone who has a track record.
Six years went by, i'm at a poetry spot in Brooklyn when I noticed this good looking brother staring at me, at first I didn't recognize him, then I remembered those lips.
He approached me and shook my hand.
"Would you like to catch a movie?" he said amusingly.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Clint, my goodness, what are you doing here?" I asked
"I always wondered about you. I heard about your book and poetry, so here I am. How come you never returned my phone calls?"
I shrugged. "No reason. I had a lot going on back then." I kept the conversation brief then walked away. My girlfriend who was there pulled me to the side.
"Damn, do you know who he is?" she asked enthusiastically.
"Yeah, an ex-con," I mumbled.
She shook her head. "Girl, he cleaned up his act years ago and is doing very well for himself. He got his own accounting business and he got money."
I glanced back at Clint who was busy chatting with two other ladies. He caught me staring and his generous smile melted my heart.
I walked away not accepting his offer for another movie. Sometimes it's best not to recreate a blockbuster film especially when the romantic trailer is a classic release.
Was it a mistake to walk away? Too late for me to wonder.
SHORT CLICK II
by Cathy Delaleu
Art work by Teresa Brazen
Lyrics, poetry and art all meshed together