***Busted***

“I told you I was fine,” I say feebly after an awkward sixty seconds of vomiting in Diana’s presence, panting in a languish manner like a rabid dog.

She draws closer, and then pats me again on the back. “Shush it! Do not say a word, Teekay. You need to relax now, because you’re very unwell,” she says, speaking to me calmly, and the trails of her voice begin to run up and down my spine.

I try to distance myself from her a little but fail. Hence, quietly, I just flush away my vomit and keep my head low in the toilet chamber. I am too shy to face her, but she seems preoccupied to notice it.

“Breathe, Teekay. Just breathe,” she says, continuing to pat me in the back, then offers me a glass of water. “Don’t try that tough-guy-thing on me now. Just play nice and clean your mouth with this. You overstepped last night, and I bet you’ve learned your lesson.”

I nod in response and take the glass from her hand with a sigh, then do some shakes in my mouth with the water and spit. “I cannot believe my mouth tastes this bad,” I think to myself. “It’s like I’m chewing a bubble-gum made with raw mucus.” After a while, I frown and clean my mouth again.

“Take these pills too,” Diana says.

“Pills? Does she always walk around with pills?” I think to myself.

I then hesitate for a moment, but after feeling an unusual pain growing in my stomach, I accept the pills and swallow them. After that, we both stand up and face each other quietly, and another Roddy Ricch track, Bacc Seat, plays in the background. As that happens, my mind quickly remembers that it is her favourite song. Bollocks!

Just before she literally climaxes, I decide to steal her thunder. “You know what, this song sucks!” I say.

“Oh, boy! Say what now?” she screams.

“This song sucks. It’s just terrible!” I respond.

“But it’s my favourite,” she cries.

“I know, sweetheart, but using my better judgement, I think Love Cycle by Toosii is a thousand times better than this Roddy Ricch track, honestly. However, it does not stop me from doing the right thing, you know,” I say, winking at her playfully, and she smirks in response.

“What’s the right thing?” she asks.

“To say thank you, of course,” I respond.

“Thank you?” she says, extemporaneously firing a question modelled after my own statement. “You want to thank me? For what?”

“For being so caring, Diana. You’ve always been there for me,” I explain, raising my eyebrows in a DOES-IT-RING-A-BELL manner. “It has always been you.”

She smiles. “Yes, it’s always been me. Talk about Christmas …” she says.

“Oh, yeah! Christmas. That Christmas!” I respond.

Indeed! She had saved me from getting caught banging another chick by my girlfriend. Who forgets that? I clear my throat and she eyes me naughtily. Right there, I know what she wants to say.

“Don’t …” I blurt out, blameworthy, and she halts, strangely revealing teeth so white.

I know she wants to go into detail and remind me about the whole thing, so I bite my lip, thinking, and I somewhat find myself in her eyes.

“Girl, you’re one in a million,” I say to her clemently, and for the record, I do mean it. She then smiles in response, giving me the three simultaneous blinks that most ladies do. “Is she flirting now?” I ask myself while staring at her in astonishment, and she cackles.

Tell us: Do you think something will happen between Thulani and Diana?