Pilot
Morning - Michael:
I woke up this morning with such a sudden case of Adrenaline. “Yo, what the fuck?” I was gasping. “Why do I feel like shit?” I quickly grabbed my phone and saw I had 20 missed calls & 32 unread messages. I unlocked my phone and saw that all the calls were from random numbers except Ashlyn & Steelo.
I then looked at my iMessages and saw texts from the same numbers, some went like “thanks for a good time last night daddy 😘”, “You better call me back nigga, stop playing! 🤬” from some randoms to “please call me back michael I’m worried 😩” form Ash & a “Yo bro, you good?” from Steelo. I had the biggest screw face plastered on until I heard a knock on my door. “Yo, who is it?” I replied. “It’s Khalid man.” my brother replied.
“Open this door.” And as I got up my bed sheet fell off and exposed my naked body with a condom still on my jock. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” I exclaimed. “Yo, you aight big bro?” I pulled the used latex off and threw it in the wastebasket. Now I’m naked scrambling for clothes, I quickly grabbed my camo shorts and did a quick sniff check.
It was questionable, but I didn’t give a shit. I then stubbed my big toes on a glass bottle. “Ow, what the hell?” I picked it up and it was a whole empty bottle of Hennessy. “I don’t even drink Hennessy, yo what’s going on?” I thought to myself. I threw the bottle on my bed and went to go open the door as my room lie in ruins, probably from last night. “Ay man, wassup?” he looked at me confused.
“What happened last night man? You was wilding out when you got home.” “Whatchu mean?” I looked at him perplexed. “Bruh, you were stumbling in here drunk as fuck with a shorty on one arm and a bottle of Henn in the other. Mad belligerent and shit.” my eyes opened wide. “I had to come downstairs to tell yo loud ass to shut up before mom & dad wake up.
Instead, you tried to invite me to run a train on ol girl.” my face contorted. “And bro, she’s still here.” “SHE’S STILL WHERE?!” I yelled with bass in my voice. “She downstairs right now cooking breakfast with mom.” my face became white with horror. “Khalid, what if I told you I remember none of this shit.” “Then I would like to know what the hell was you smoking and can you get me some next time.” he laughed.
“Nah my nigga, this ain’t funny. I don’t remember even leaving the house last night.” I looked at him with seriousness. “Well you know I always have you back & I don’t judge. But you need to get homegirl out the crib and outta your clothes before Ash shows up.” he eyed me.
“What do you mean outta my clothes?” I raised an eyebrow. “She’s wearing one of your Lost tribe hoodies right now and she’s pretty hot too, just saying. I thought them type wasn’t for you.” “What type? Whatchu mean?” I became even more confused. “Hm, you’ll see.” my bother got up & walked out the room, I followed shortly after and headed downstairs.
All I could hear was my mom and this mysterious female voice giggling downstairs. Growing louder as I depended downstairs, I started heading towards the kitchen to see my mother making conversation with my mother. She had deep brown chocolate skin and goddess locs in a half-bun and wearing my hoodie and in a pair of my basketball shorts.
“Oh Michael, I was just talking to Deynejah (DAY-NAY-JUH) about how of a great cook she is and she’s very pretty.” my mom smiled at her. “Oh why thank you, you are too beautiful & kind.” The strange woman replied. “You want some breakfast sweetheart? Deynejah made some delicious scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, turkey sausage, and powdered french toast.” “Yeah, I don’t eat pork so your mom was kind enough to get me some. Come eat with us.” She smiled.
“Um, maybe later. I need to speak with deh-ny-juh in private…” “Deynejah.” She cut in. “What?” I replied. “You said deh-ny-juh, my name is Deynejah.” “Ok, fine, my bad… I still need to speak to you in private please.” I motioned her walk over to another room and she followed with a confused look on her face. “What’s going on? I thought you told me to cook breakfast for you before you woke up.” she stated.
“Look, I’m so sorry for bringing you here. But last night was a mistake. To be honest, I don’t remember anything from last night. I can’t have you stay here, you have to leave. Please let me know where your clothes are so you can get out of mine if you don’t mind?” I confessed. She gave me a confused look with her hands on her hips, I felt an attitude coming.
“Soooo, what do you mean I have to leave? And what do you mean you don’t remember last night? How could you forget?” she questioned me as she folded her arms. “I don’t get why I don’t remember, I just… don’t. Now please tell me where you put your clothes so you can get them on.” I pleaded. “First of all, If I’m going to leave I need a ride home because you drove us here and my car is back at the club. Probably towed by now.” she scoffed.
“Aight, I’ll call you an Uber then. But where are your clothes for real?” I became tense. “You really don’t remember huh?” she scoffed. “Order the Uber nigga, shit.. this explanation won’t take long.” I gave her a fixed look & opened the app. “What’s your address?” “1987 Santa Vista Dr.” she replied with an attitude in her tone. “You got 5 minutes to explain.” I put my hands in my cargo shorts.
“Good. Cause I only need three. Last night you pulled up on me at the club and was flirting with me to the point I agreed to leave the club with you. I said I was gonna follow you in my car, but you insisted I rolled with you and I’d get a ride home, you even moved my car and paid for the parking. I was a lil tipsy anyway so I got in with you and you were so throwed from the Hennessy, you ripped up my whole outfit; all that was salvageable was my bra and barely that cause you fucked up one of my hooks from ripping it off so fast before we slept together.” she leaned against the wall.
“Hold up?! We had sex?” my face felt flushed. “Calm down, you wore a condom. I wasn’t gonna let you hit without one anyway. And it was pretty damn good too, a shame you don’t remember.” she bit her full bottom lip. I took a good glance at her and she was really pretty and her curves filled in my shorts in all the right places. I stared at her slim, but curvaceous figure; til’ she said “Why are you staring at me?” she spoke softly.
“Hmm..” I broke my gaze on her. She had soft, glowing almond brown eyes that only got enhanced by the sunlight. “I said, why are you staring at me so hard?” she repeated with an eyebrow raised. “Are you reconsidering the Uber?” she gently licked her freshly glossed lips. “Uh-uh no, I just lost my train of thought. I’m sorry.” “Why do you want me to leave so bad when obviously you don’t want me to leave.”
She uncrossed her arms and we were face to face at this point. “I-I think that “I-I…” I sighed. “I have a girlfriend and she’ll be here soon, I’m so sorry but last night was a mistake. I never meant to-” “Please, save it!” she cut me off harshly recrossing her arms. “You niggas never stray from that cliche Hollywood bullshit! You think cause you got some coin in yo pocket you can get in anybody pants and not only that act like us sisters are some dispensable tool and then go back home to your cauliflower princess like it’s nothing!” I furrowed my brow.
“Baby girl, you don’t even know me like that.” I argued. She scoffs. “I know your type, black man that gets some money then fucks with the other to make himself feel like he’s the man. When really he just looks like a dumbass.” I sucked my teeth at her allegations. “You don’t even know what my girl even looks like.” I matched her stance. “Well riddle me this then Batman? Is your girl White?”
I scoffed. “I don’t know what that has to do with-” “Is she White?” she took a half step closer. “Is she White?” “I don’t think that it’s none of your busin-” “Is she White?” she tilted her head to the left. “You’re being mad ru-” “Is she White?” She tilted her head to the right now. “Why does that matter to y-” “Is she White?” she kept going & now I’m irritated. “I don’t have to explain anything to you!” I exclaimed. “But if you must know, she’s Puerto Rican and Italian” I confessed.
She rolled her eyes at me. “So she’s White then.” “Well she’s Spanish too.” I defended. “Negro please, I’ve seen what she look like. She look like she never touched a bottle of Sofrito or ever made Arroz y frijoles a day in her life. So lie again, she White.” “Man, what is up with you Black females getting so mad over whoever a Black man dates or don’t date? What the hell is y’all deal?!” I spoke in frustration.
Deynejah’s eyes got extremely wide then she became angered. “You know what? You’re right, last night sure was a mistake…” The Uber car pulled up at the bottom of my driveway. “I-I’m sorry.” I shamefully apologized. “Stop saying sorry for whatchu feel, if meant it stand by it.” she put on her heels. “Now all I need from you is to get my purse out ya car so I can leave this home and your life.” she side eyed me. “Hmm…” I turned my head to see my mother looking at us.
“What? I didn’t say anything. This delicious tea is a bit too hot, It singed my tongue a little. She started walking away. ”Ma!” I replied. “Go help the young lady find her purse Bakari.” Her voice faded after she went in the other room. I grabbed my car keys sitting on the kitchen counter and unlocked the door for Deynejah. “Where is it?” I asked. “It’s on the console there.” we both reached for it at the same time and it caused for our foreheads to collide. “Ouch!” we exclaimed in unison.
She sucked her teeth at me. “Thank you.” she spoke sternly. “You’re welcome.” I matched her tone. “I’ll wash and send back your clothes.” she stated. “No need, you’re good.” I replied. Then I see a white Audi R8 convertible pull up my driveway and stopping just short of Deynejah’s pathway. I then saw Ashlyn get out the car with a few Chanel and Louis Vuitton shopping bags in hand.
My face went pale from shock, the very thing i want to avoid since I knew of this other woman was here is now happening in front of my face. Deynejah was on the other side of the car as Ash took her shades off and they looked at each other. “Hmm..” was all she could say. “Like, who in the hell are you?” she laughed. “Um, I’m gon let you speak to her about this, I’m out.” she gave me the peace sign as she walked down my driveway and drove off in the Uber.
“Shit!” is what I muttered as Ash started walking up to me. I wasn’t ready to explain any parts of this to her, how could anyone in my situation could? “Um Michael, who in the hell was that?! And why is she wearing your damn clothes?!” Ashlyn demanded. I sighed. “Look babe, let’s go inside & talk okay. There’s something we need to discuss.” She nodded as we both entered the house.