Sixty-two: MTOABB

MTOABB

“Rossita, are you asleep?”

I didn’t want to argue anymore, so I laid there as still as I could. A second passes and I whisper, “I’m insecure.”

“About what?”

“What you have here with her.”

He stays silent for a little bit.

“But I'm here with you.”

“You’re here now but your future is with her.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“What? More like who - and the answer is you. You make me so unsure of what we are.”

“I’m not following,” he says.

“Am I your girlfriend, Gomes?” She asks.

“Do we have to label it?” he asks and I snicker.

“And this is why I am unsure. Don’t you see it?”

“If you want the label so bad, then we can put a label on what we are.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no? You are confusing the hell out of me. What do you want?”

“I want you to want to put a label on it. Is it really that confusing to get?”

“Fuck it, Rossita. Fine, you’re my girlfriend.”

“Fuck you, Gomes!”