Category: Creative Pieces

Someone’s vibrating phone on the night stand wakes up the person closest to it. The man reaches out to it, picks it up, and tiredly turns off the alarm. The man rubs his eyes and stares at the ceiling. Micah’s dreadlocks bun is knotted on the top of his head, and when he sits up on the bed, he notices someone is sleeping next to him.

A girl with brown curly hair, flushed skin, and a pregnant belly sleeps besides him. It’s Rosie. Flashbacks of the previous night play in his head; he’s making out with Rosie, she moans to Micah mouth whenever the kisses deepened, which drove him crazy. He began undressing Rosie and–

Micah’s thoughts vanish once he sees Rosie turn around in her sleep. He smiles and looks at Rosie; he never seen Rosie this calm and soft before. Her cheeks are blushed pink, her freckles are even more visible, and her lips are red from the kissing last night. He attempts to quietly get out of his bed to let Rosie sleep for a little while. He grabs his robe from behind the door and quietly walks out and closes the door.

He goes to the kitchen and grabs the coffee pot from the counter. He sees the time on his phone that says it’s nearly noon, but he’s addicted to coffee, and he needs it no matter what time he gets up. He sets everything up and once the coffee is brewing, his phone rings. It’s one of his best friends, Daniella.

Micah: *picks up and puts the phone on speaker* What’s up, Campbell?

Daniella: Did you just wake up, Micah?

Micah: It’s Saturday, what do you expect?

Daniella: Man, you literally have the worst memory. We agreed on lunch the other day; you, Rosie, Tanner and me? Remember?

Micah mouthes “fuck”; he totally forgot.

Micah: Can we postpone it or something? I had a long night & clearly I just woke up…

Daniella: You couldn’t text us last night or something?!

Micah: Dani, I forgot, what do you want me to do?!

The doorbell rings.

Micah: Listen I’ll call you back later, someone is at the door…

Micah quickly hangs up the phone and walks to the door to answer it. He opens it up and to his surprise, it’s Daniella and Tanner.

Daniella: Someone has horrible phone etiquette.

She walks into the apartment, while Tanner greets Micah.

Tanner: Hey, man, sorry about Dani.

Daniella: *turns around* Don’t apologize for me! This asshole always forgets that we have plans whenever he had “a long night”.

Micah: *facepalms in frustration* Cut the shit, Dani.

Daniella: *to Tanner* You know when I stayed with Micah for a week when I was in between apartments after graduating college, the amount of new girls I’ve seen coming out of his bedroom with him wearing that same grey bathrobe was literally in dozens.]

Micah: Look I said I was sorry! You’re here anyway so lemme just get dressed.

Daniella: Is Rosie here?

Fuck. Rosie. The girl laying completely naked in his bed.

Micah: I think so, I haven’t seen her all morning…

Daniella rolls her eyes and sits on the sofa. Tanner calmly sits down next to her, a bit uncomfortable in Daniella’s annoyed behavior.

Daniella: I hope she isn’t here, I mean she already almost beat the shit out of you for bringing Kalia back here like a month ago, imagine a whole new skank…

Micah can’t help himself but laugh; if only she knew.

Micah: There’s coffee in the pot, I just made it if you guys want some.

To avoid going into his room and waking Rosie, he takes a turn into the bathroom and walks near the laundry area. He opens the dryer and takes out a shirt and a pair of cargo pants to put on. Wrinkled, but at least they’re clean.

He returns back to the living room around to find Tanner and Daniella talking amongst themselves. When they realize Micah standing there, they put their attention on him.

Daniella: You don’t own an iron or something?

Micah: *to Tanner* Control your woman, man.

Daniella gets up from the sofa and begins to argue with Micah. Micah and Daniella have known each other since they were babies and even though it seems like they hate each other’s guts, they will always have each other’s support when needed. They are more brother and sister than friends.

Tanner stands between them playing the role of peacemaker, but his introvert personality can not stop the strong personalities that’s Daniella and Micah. The only thing that can stop the fight is the person who is standing in the doorway of the living room with nothing but a t-shirt on; Micah’s t-shirt to be exact.

Rosie: Babe, everything okay, I–

She screams when she sees Tanner and Daniella in the living room with Micah. Micah looks at Rosie like their biggest secret has just come out of the bag. His guest look at Rosie with shock in their eyes. Rosie feels exposed, and just stands there trying to cover up her body. Daniella even notices a bruise-like hickey on Rosie’s thigh, which makes her rub her eyes in shock.

Rosie runs in the direction of the bathroom, her nervousness and morning sickness coming in play.

Micah: Roe!

It’s too late; the door slams shut. Micah squeezes his eyes shut until he turns around to face Tanner and Daniella. They are still visibly shocked.

Micah: So I guess Roe got home last night, huh?

Tanner & Daniella: Oh my god!

Micah tries to shut both of them up; he knows Rosie is probably feeling a wave of embarrassment, and he feels horrible for letting her be sick alone in the bathroom.

He runs to the bathroom to take care of Rosie first before anything.

A little later…

Micah is standing outside of the deck smoking a cigarette. He takes in the sunny view of the nature, getting his head back on straight.

Tanner walks out on the deck and stands next to Micah. He looks at him while Micah keeps looking forward.

Tanner: I’m sorry about Dani’s behavior today. You know how she is with you.

Micah: Listen, me & Dani wouldn’t have been friends if we weren’t constantly wanting to kill each other. Plus, she hates when I forget or cancel plans. I should’ve known she was going to spazz out.

Tanner: Listen, Dani just cares about you, bro, and she just wants the best for you. You know she is willing to slap a bitch that plays you or something, like an older sis.

Micah: She’s literally only 6 months older than me.

Tanner: But she was born in 2017, you were born in 2018 so technically she’ll always be a year older than you.

Micah side-eyes Tanner and then laughs. He puts out his cigarette and takes a deep breath.

Tanner: So, when are you quitting?

Micah: Quitting what?

Tanner: *points to ashtray* That. You can’t be smoking around a baby, y’know…

Micah looks at Tanner in thought. Tanner has always been the type of friend to subliminally say things to get a conversation going. Micah knows Tanner is dying to talk about what happened not too long ago.

Micah: If this is your way of getting some details on Roe and I, then I suggest you try again.

Tanner: *lets it out* Bro, Rosie Delgado?! You slept with Rosie “she’s-my-best-friend-and-nothing-else” Delgado?

Micah lets out a sigh. Tanner will never let him live this down.

Micah: Tanner, I didn’t-

Tanner: *keeps going* Like don’t get me wrong, me and Dani were literally begging on when you and Rosie were going to finally hit it off but damn like you guys honestly just jumped the gun and did y’all motherfuckin’ thing, like-

Micah: Yo, Tanner, breathe!

Tanner takes a deep breath in and coughs at the lack of air he had when he was talking.

Micah: Look, I- I don’t want to make her feel embarrassed or exposed. It just, sort of happened.

Tanner: You guys have been living together for nearly six months now – what happened this time?

Micah: Tanner…

Tanner: Listen, I know you don’t wanna get into detail, but like, you guys were forcing this “we’re just friends” thing to all of us. Unless you guys are friends with benefits which honestly, I doubt you’ll be considering how much you love her–

Micah: She said she loved me back.

Tanner stops talking and hears what Micah just said. He’s in shock.

Tanner: Are you guys a couple now?

Micah: We never got to discuss any of it. We just… did the thing and here we are, both exhausted due to lack of sleep with you here and Dani probably trying to get some details out of Roe right now.

Tanner: *out of excitement* Was it good?

Micah: *taken back* Bro–

Tanner: I know she’s different and special, but it’s just guy talk! You know we both always gotta go to each other and talk about it!

Micah stares over the deck and starts smiling. He thinks back at the night he spent with Rosie. The thought is pleasant until he hears Tanner talking at the wrong moment.

Tanner: I heard that pregrant women are insanely good in bed…

Micah: Tanner, are we really talking about this?! Come on…

Tanner: What?! That’s what I heard! I mean, I never had sex with a pregnant woman but like, oof, whenever Dani and I decide to have kids and she’s pregnant…

Micah: *facepalms* Oh my god, if I answer your damn question will you drop this topic, please?

Tanner laughs as well as Micah; they’re honestly bros for life.

Micah: Man, I mean… when I say it was, like, *emphasizes* amazing…

Tanner shoves Micah in excitement, Micah laughs at his reaction.

Tanner: Was she the best?

Micah looks at Tanner as Tanner looks at him, waiting for the answer. Micah presses his lips together and then looks towards the door.

Micah: I wonder what the girls are doing…

Tanner shouts excitedly and jumps around: he knows the answer to Micah’s question. Micah shyfully covers his face and his smile. Tanner will be the death of him.

Meanwhile, the girls inside the apartment are rather quiet; Daniella is sitting across from Rosie, helping her put makeup on. Rosie doesn’t say anything at first until Daniella starts the conversation.

Daniella: So, the morning sickness still happens on regular?

Rosie: Yeah, she clearly likes to torture me…

Daniella stops what she’s doing and she excitedly looks at Rosie.

Daniella: You’re having a girl?

Rosie: I thought Micah would’ve told you guys by now–

Daniella grabs Rosie and hugs her; Rosie is taken back by it.

Daniella: Oh my god! I’m so excited for you, girl! You already know Aunt Dani will be here braiding her hair and painting her nails and dressing her up, and letting her know how to handle these fuckboys!

Rosie laughs at Daniella. Rosie and Daniella are only friends because of Micah and although Rosie learned the hard way that your friends’ friends aren’t your friends, Daniella is different. In some way, Daniella defends Rosie more than she does Micah and maybe that’s because she knows how much Rosie means to Micah. She appreciates the friendship she has with Daniella.

Daniella continues to apply makeup on Rosie.

Daniella: I mean, she’ll probably won’t be able to date until she’s in her 30’s anyway having a dad like Micah.

Rosie blushes at the thought of Micah being a father to her daughter. Daniella notices.

Daniella: Girl, I know I didn’t apply blush to your face yet. Look at you getting all flustered on the idea of Daddy Micah!

Rosie swallows hard and coughs when her saliva goes down the wrong pipe. Daniella laughs and coos at Rosie.

Rosie: Dani, you are the absolute worst.

Daniella: Girl you love me, but the next time you and Micah decide to have sex with each other, make sure he doesn’t have plans the next day, especially with us. This time I’ll let you guys pass, but now you guys know better.

Rosie: I totally forgot we even made those plans in the first place, really it’s my fault.

Daniella: *stops for a second* Are you telling me you made the first move on him?

Rosie: *nervously* I- I did.

Daniella dramatically drops the makeup brush on the coffee table.

Daniella: Rosie! Girl!

Rosie: It was just the heat of the moment, I asked him if he loved me like he said at the hospital and when he said yes, I- I guess it was just confirmation.

Daniella: Did you say it back?

Rosie: I-

Daniella: I’m not gonna hate you if you didn’t, but like Micah has been in love with you forever, so…

Rosie’s train of thought stops.

Rosie: Really? He’s said that to you?

Daniella: He always tried to play it off because the last time he told us he was in love with someone, it was with that Kalia bitch and I guess he didn’t want to put it out in the air that he was in love with you but honestly, me and Tanner always had a feeling. He then told us the night you were admitted in the hospital.

Rosie is taken back by all of this information. Her and Micah have always been close, but why was Micah so afraid to even tell her how he felt? Was he afraid of rejection? Did he have second thoughts every time she would pick up dates for money or date the asshole who knocked her up? Did he question if he really loved her?

Maybe it’s her time to put it out in the air as well.

Rosie: I did tell him. I was even the one that kissed him first.

Daniella looks at Rosie. She smiles like a proud mama. She continues to finish up Rosie’s makeup with mascara.

Daniella: Was it that mind-blowing “we just both said I love you to each other” all-nighter sex?

Rosie moves away in shock and the mascars brush pokes her in the eye; she yells in pain. Daniella drops the mascara brush on the floor and tries to help Rosie while also repeating “sorry”. The deck door swings open and Micah comes rushing in with Tanner behind him.

Micah: Is everything okay?!

He goes to Rosie to see if she if she’s okay. She removes her hand from her eye, it’s fine but just a little watery.

Rosie: I’m fine, I moved when Dani was putting on mascara; it’s totally okay.

Micah holds Rosie’s chin and examines her eye. He gets distracted by her beauty.

Daniella: *crosses her arms and addresses Tanner* Hey babe, remember when we swooned over each other like that when we first started dating?

Both Micah and Rosie break their stare and both turn their heads at Daniella.

Micah & Rosie: What?!

— The End —

It’s a mild Spring day in NYC, and a girl in a floral dress and denim jacket on, long black hair in a ponytail, Summer, is in the study lounge. She has earbuds in her ears as she’s looking her a book on the bookshelf. She feels most at peace when she’s in the library of her college, looking through books she’s interested in reading, and sits at a table with her music playing in her ears, waiting for her next class to start.

She sees a book on the top shelf but just before she reaches for it, her phone in her pocket starts to vibrate. She presses the answer button on her earbuds and instantly smiles after hearing who’s voice is on the other end; it’s the boy she’s been secretly crushing on named Evan. Summer doesn’t know how loud she’s giving directions to Evan to meet her at the library, but apparently someone else does: the person on the other side of the bookshelf. Her ex named Frankie.

He overhears the conversation Summer is having on the phone, but he shuts his friends up next to him to eavesdrop.

Friend #1: Man Frankie, just forget about that bitch, she probably talkin’ to one of her side guys sounding all giddy like that.

Frankie starts fuming. He doesn’t like the lack of control he has on Summer ever since they broke up a couple of months ago. A part of him doesn’t want her, but a part of him also doesn’t want anyone else to have her. He feels Summer slipping away from his fingers, and he does not like it.

He notices Summer’s conversation is over and hears the blasting of music coming from her earbuds. He decides to walk to the next aisle, the same one Summer is on.

With Summer’s favorite Kpop group blasting in her ears, she attempts to reach up for the book that is on the top shelf. She gets on her tippy toes in hopes she could reach it. She sees another hand reach for the book and grabs it. She sees who it is and she is startled. Frankie looks down at her and smiles.

Frankie: No need to be scared, Angel-cakes, just helping an old friend out.

Summer takes the book from Frankie.

Summer: Th-Thank you.

As she’s about to turn the other way, Frankie attempts to stop her.

Frankie: Whoa, whoa, hey there – slow it down, I’m not going to bite. Can we talk?

Summer looks at Frankie; she doesn’t know what his true intentions are, but she feels too scared to tell him to fuck off. She just stands there.

Frankie: Look, I’m sorry for everything that was said and done. Our relationship had its ups and downs, but I really did love you. You’ve helped me a lot back in high-school and when we came to college together, it was suppose to be me and you against the world. I’m sorry we couldn’t be that.

Frankie puts his hand out to handshake hers as a sign of compromise and forgiveness. Summer looks around her environment and then back at Frankie.

Summer: Is someone watching you or something? Are your dumb friends betting on if you can swoon me like we’re in high-school? Is this your community-service-do-a-good-deed mission? Because if not, then there’s no reason for you to be doing this right now.

Summer nervously tries to walk past Frankie, but he doesn’t allow her to. He looks down at her, and she looks up at him.

Summer: Let me go, Frankie.

Frankie: I’m standing here apologizing for my actions, Summer. Can you be a little more considerate?

Summer: Not to the biggest asshole on the planet.

Summer tries to nudge her way past Frankie, but he stands as tall and wide like a tree. She fights for control, and he’s clearly fighting back as well. He backs her into a wall and stares her down.

Frankie: *aggressively* I don’t care how big and tough you think you are, Summer, but I know that’s not who you are. You’re this little, scared and naive girl that thinks everyone round you likes you and isn’t looking for anything other than *in mocking voice* “friendship”.

Summer: Go fuck yourself.

Frankie gets even closer and begins to wrap around his arm around Summer; she’s visibly uncomfortable.

Frankie: I rather you instead.

His hand slowly goes up the back of Summer’s thigh and she pushes him off of him. She’s panicking and causing a scene in the library.

Frankie: *laughs* Yo it was a fucking joke, my God you aren’t a fun person anymore, angel-cakes.

Summer: *angrily* I swear to God that if you don’t leave me alone, I–

Frankie: You’ll do what? Run home and cry and spread lies about me? I hear what you say about me, Summer. How could I, in any shape or form, rape my own girlfriend?

Summer is now fully panicking. He knows she’s been openly speaking out about her experience with other survivors in a college support group. She’s now scared for her own life.

Frankie: Chloe’s friend told me.

Chloe: the girl in the support group who’s now dating Frankie now has a friend in the group where she felt the safest in. Summer secrets are now out to the last person she ever wanted to know them.

Before Summer completely shuts down from her surroundings, she hears a familiar voice. She hears the voice speaking in a different language, but she understands it, thanks to her mother who taught it to her at a young age.

Evan: 누나 괜찮아? (are you okay?)

Summer looks at Evan, who is standing behind Frankie looking at what’s happening. Thank God he’s here.

Frankie turns around and sees Evan.

Frankie: Man, get outta here – this isn’t any of your business.

Evan nonchalantly looks at Frankie, and then back at Summer.

Evan: 도움이 필요하세요? (do you need help?)

Summer looks at Evan, not knowing what he’s doing until she realizes the best way to get out of this situation is to secretly let him know what is happening.

Frankie is now looking at Evan, annoyed at his presence.

Frankie: Hello? Foreign exchange student? Mind your fucking business and get out of here, will ya?

Summer: *in a panic* 나는 편안하지 않다. 제발 도와주세요! (I am not comfortable, please help me!)

Frankie: *turns to face Summer* You know this Chinese bullshit too?! You’re talking shit or something?

Evan begins to worry about Summer’s safety and tries to get the attention on himself.

Evan: 자신의 크기를 선택하십시오! (pick on someone your own size!)

Frankie turns around, visibly even more annoyed at Evan. He tries to get rid of Evan once and for all.

Frankie: Yo, we are in America, learn some fucking English or go back to whatever Chinese place you come from!

Frankie then makes more racially charged stereotype noises to Evan. He stands there; straight-faced and unbothered.

Evan: Or else what, dumbass?

Frankie is taken back at the sudden language change, but even more so he’s fuming at the name calling.

Frankie: The fuck you just called me?

Evan: Oh, you didn’t understand the English? Let me try it in a different language: 백치. Burro. Or, in actual Chinese: 笨.

Frankie pushes Evan back, which comes him to stumble a bit. He quickly gets in defensive mode.

Frankie: I suggest you getting out of my fucking face and mind your damn business. Do I have to translate that with my fists?

Summer nervously watches with her back still on the wall that Frankie backed her in. She’s worried for Evan; he clearly doesn’t know that Frankie is strong enough to knock him to the ground, but Evan visibly doesn’t look bothered. Is he not bothered?

Evan just stares at Frankie; Summer has never seen Evan look this angry, yet put together in the couple of months she got to know him. Evan doesn’t move – he just stares at the person in front of him like they are the only two people in this room.

Evan: 계속해. (go ahead)

Summer immediately runs to the two boys to try to stop Frankie for beating Evan up. She forcefully tugs the back of Frankie’s shirt, which causes him to turn around and swing at Summer. She falls to the ground. Evan snaps out of his anger and looks down at Summer; he immediately rushes to her side, not minding Frankie any business.

Frankie: *cowardly leaves* Fuck this man, she’s not even worth getting in trouble for.

Frankie gets his bookbag from the floor and leaves the scene. Evan is feeling a wave of emotions: anger for Frankie not caring for hitting Summer, and worry for Summer’s condition. She’s out cold and her upper lip is cut open. He calls out for help, and a moment later, the study lounge security guard is standing over Even, wondering what happened while people stand around, spectating.

Sometime later…

Blurry vision. Summer’s first initial thoughts are that her vision is blurry, and the florescent lights above her are annoying. She groans in pain and squints her eyes.

Evan’s immediately turns to Summer after seeing and hearing her wake up from the bed. He gives her a smile of reassurance.

Evan: Hey, Summer. How are you feeling?

Summer: *in pain* Like I’ve been steam rolled…

Evan smirks at Summer’s sudden comparison. The smile gets serious almost immediately after.

Evan: I’m sorry I let this happen. Like, *deep exhale* it should’ve been me.

Summer: It’s fine; nothing that I never had happen before.

Evan is suddenly sullen. Who would ever want to hurt someone as small and precious as Summer? The girl with such a soft but gut-hitting laugh. The girl who’s always there for her friends even when she sometimes doesn’t get that same love back. The girl who’s company is his favorite ever.

He snaps out of the thought when the nurse is walking towards Summer and the bed she’s laying down on.

Nurse: Okay, so it’s just deep cut on the top if the lip, nothing that won’t heal in a couple of weeks; and your head; how does it feel?

Summer: I’m okay, I just have pounding headache.

Nurse: *takes note* No dizziness, no confusion, out of balance feeling?

Summer: No.

Nurse: I must say, Summer, this is the first time I’m seeing you in a long time… I thought everything was now okay.

Evan is focused in the conversation, turning his head to the person who is speaking at each given moment. He doesn’t understand the dynamic between them but Summer and the nurse seem… acquainted.

She turns her head and looks at Evan.

Evan: What happened, sir?

Before Evan can even begin the conversation, Summer chimes in.

Summer: I was in the library trying to reach a book on the shelf. I told Evan not the worry that I’ll get it because he had his hands full. I slipped off the shelf and banged my head really hard on the shelves.

Evan is puzzled; he doesn’t understand why she’d lie about the incident. Is she covering him up? Is she still afraid of Frankie?

The nurse looks at Summer intently.

Nurse: *turns to Evan* You’d tell me if she’s lying, right?

Evan: *without thinking* Yeah, she’s telling the truth though. She sorta hates when I make her feel small, y’know? She wanted to prove that she can reach it which she didn’t need to.

The nurse smiles, she seems a little bit more at ease.

Nurse: Well, I’m glad it was an accident and not intentional this time. You can stay here as long as you like, you know the drill.

The nurse walks away with her notepad and goes into her office in the little room next to the bed. Evan looks at Summer in confusion.

Evan: *whispers* Why didn’t you tell her what really happened? What did she mean by intentional?

Summer: Nothing, it’s… nothing.

They both stay silent for a moment. Evan ponders the thought and then it suddenly hits him: this isn’t her first time being in this nurse’s office with bruises this bad. She’s been in here because of Frankie when they were dating. He’s suddenly angry, frustrated, but sad. Sad that Summer went through years of not feeling worthy enough for happiness, sad that she is so familiar being in this nurse’s office, sad that she has to lie about how she feels because she’s scared for anyone knowing the complete truth.

He gets up from his seat and hugs Summer.

Summer is taken back by the sudden hug. She instantly hugs him back; comfortable and safe. She doesn’t know how she’s gotten so comfortable with Evan, but he always felt like she could always hide in his presence whenever life gets too rough to handle in the moment.

This is that moment, and he knows it is, so he keeps her in his arms.

— The End —

A young, somewhat-couple; a man with his dreadlocks tied up in a ponytail in a black Parka, and a woman with curly brown hair blowing in the wind in a navy blue pea coat. The man, Micah, is carrying a overnight bag while the woman, Rosie, is rolling her bag on its wheels. The wind is crisp and cold, and Rosie’s face is pink from the brisk air.

They turn the corner and walk towards a house down the block. Rosie looks at the house in front of her; it’s somewhat nostalgic for her to be back. Micah, on the other hand, wears worry on his face. It’s his first time being in Philadelphia meeting one of the most important people in Rosie’s life: her mentor.

Rosie: It’s so trippy to be back here.

Micah looks at Rosie. He instantly calms down. She somehow looks even more beautiful in the cold weather.

Micah: Are you nervous to be back?

Rosie: I mean, I try to avoid Philly at all costs… just reminds me of too much.

Micah ponders Rosie’s words. He knows how rough Rosie had it when she lived in Philly; if anything, she knows these streets better than anyone in this neighborhood. Rosie was a runaway teen; she was rebellious and lived on the streets with other teens her age. She followed the wrong crowd, had a boyfriend that pimped her out for money, and he was abusive to the point she had to secretly contact the police in order to get away from him. Her mentor, a detective from the Philly Police Department, took her in as his own after losing his own daughter at a young age due to a kidnapping. Since then, Rosie sees him more so of a parent than her actual, biological parents… that agreed to emancipation when she turned 18.

Micah’s train of thought breaks when he hears Rosie’s voice.

Rosie: Are you ready to go in, or…?

Micah: *back to reality* Yeah, let’s go in.

They walk up the front stairs and knock on the door. A man in this mid 40’s opens the door and sees Micah and Rosie standing there. He smiles.

The two young adults settle in on the sofa while the older man comes walking out with two mugs of hot chocolate.

Rosie: You didn’t have to go out of your way to do this, Hudson.

Hudson: Hey, it gets cold during these winters, and I know you guys have been traveling for hours!

Rosie: But you’ve never been the hot chocolate kind of guy; you’re getting soft on me?

Hudson laughs; Micah watches the interaction with Rosie and Hudson; he’s never seen Rosie look so… at home. Sure, her past haunts her in Philly, but she seems like whenever she talks to Hudson, she seems safe and comfortable. He’s happy Rosie has someone she can come to if she needs older, wiser advice.

Hudson: Not soft, just trying to quit coffee cold turkey.

Rosie: Ahhh, good. The way you would just gulp them down was… concerning.

Hudson sits in the lounge chair across from Rosie and Micah. He looks at Micah how a detective would look at a suspect; trying to read Micah and his motive for his actions. It leaves him mildly uncomfortable, but he’s here for Rosie.

Rosie: *changes subject* So, Hudson this is Micah; Micah, this is my mentor, Hudson.

Hudson: *coldly* Nice to meet you, son.

Micah: You too, Mr. Hudson. Rosie’s told me a lot about you.

Hudson: *jokingly* Probably all embarrassing things knowing Rosie.

Micah awkwardly laughs. This is just as bad as if he was being introduced to her actual parents.

Micah: So, what do you do for a living, Micah?

Micah: *fidgets with his fingers* I, uhm, do some sound board stuff for a graphic design company.

Hudson: Oh, an artsy friend; that sounds interesting!

Friend. Micah cringes at the word as soon as it’s said. Did Rosie not tell Hudson anything about him prior to this visit? The reason why he came along to this visit with her in the first place? Sure, they’re still friends but… not in the sense Hudson may believe.

Hudson takes a sip on his hot chocolate and places it on the table.

Hudson: As much as I love visits from you Rosie, I know there’s most likely a reason why you came, especially if you brought your friend along. *to Micah* Are you dating Rosie?

Rosie: *defensive* Gosh, no, Hudson!

Micah’s mouth tightens: ouch.

Rosie: Micah is my best friend… we’ve been best friends throughout most of college and I just wanted him to come and keep me company while I’m here.

Micah looks at Rosie confused. Hudson immediately laughs.

Hudson: Micah just gave you up, kid.

Rosie rolls her eyes at Micah. Doesn’t he know that Hudson literally reads people for a living? Rosie takes a deep breath in defeat.

Rosie: Okay, so I do have something to bring up since we’re on this topic…

Rosie immediately looks panicked, and Micah, without thinking twice, places his hand on Rosie’s lap to calm her down. She takes a deep breath.

Rosie: … I’m pregnant. Almost three months.

The room is silent for longer than they expected. Micah knows he’s playing the role of “father-to-be” to convince Hudson that this child is his and hers, and not from an asshole that used to abuse Rosie while dating her. Rosie mentioned that Hudson got involved and almost lost his job for arresting Prescott out of jurisdiction, and of course, Prescott’s family did everything they could to get Hudson locked up for “injustice”, even if Rosie had called him one night to pick her up after a huge fight with Prescott; a busted lip and a ton of bruises later. Micah is literally at a loss for words.

Later into the night…

Micah wakes up from the sofa bed and stretches his back out; Rosie is in her old room with her twin-size bed and he insisted she sleep on that instead of with him on the sofa bed. He gets up, now wide awake, and walks into the kitchen. He nearly jumps back when he sees Hudson sitting in the dim lighting, drinking coffee, reading that day’s newspaper.

Micah: I’m so sorry, Mr. Hudson, I was just–

Hudson: Micah, please; just called me Hudson.

He gestures to pull out the chair to sit next to him. Micah slowly walks and accepts the seat.

Hudson: Don’t tell Rosie that I’m drinking coffee; sometimes you just need it.

Micah: Yeah, of course.

As Hudson sips his coffee, he points the bag of cookies towards Micah, offering to take some. Micah accepts and grabs a cookie.

Hudson: So, you and Rosie, huh? Having a baby…

Micah: *nervous* Yeah…

Hudson: I have to be honest, I’d hope children would be something Rosie would have later in life, but I mean, things happen, and I’m happy for you both.

Micah: Thank you Mr– … Hudson.

Hudson: *jumps the gun* Are you guys living together? Dating? Providing for her? I mean, I like you son and you seem like a good kid but… listen, I know Rosie–

Micah: *defensive* With all due respect, I really acre about Rosie and before anything else, she’s my best friend. Sure we started dating and did things unconventional but… I really do care about her and I will do anything for her and h– our baby.

Micah hopes that Hudson buys the story, but then again… it felt so natural for him to talk about Rosie the way he did. It’s no doubt in his mind that he loves her and will care for her and her baby no matter what.

Hudson intently looks at Micah, and he takes in a deep breath.

Hudson: This isn’t my place to tell you Rosie’s story, but… all I will say is that she’s had a rough past and… well, Rosie came into my life during a time I didn’t have much to live for. My daughter, she was kidnapped when she was a child and… *deep breath* Rosie gave me a second chance to be a father figure to someone. She may not believe it but… she saved my life, and I would do anything for her because of it. I apologize if I come off too strong, I just… care for her like a daughter.

Micah takes in his words; he’s glad that Rosie was able to bring life and joy into someone’s life the same way she did for him. It makes him just fall more in love with Rosie and pretending to be her boyfriend isn’t so hard after all. He even blurts out something he hasn’t mentioned to anyone yet, not even to himself.

Micah: I am in love with Roe– Rosie, and I’d also do anything for her.

Micah swallows hard; shit. He just admitted to the most important person in Rosie’s life that he’s in love with her. He’s looking for an reaction out of Hudson, but he can’t help the word vomit some more.

Micah: I– please don’t say anything to Roe, I haven’t said it to her yet and I don’t know what I was thinking and–

Hudson: *laughs* Your secret’s safe with me, kid. Thank you for loving her for who she truly is, a really awesome kid.

Micah smiles and eats a couple of more cookies. They both continue to talk some more, getting to know each other: man-to-man.

this is the 103rd poem

I’ve written mindlessly on my phone

about the world that we live in,

the fairytale love I hope to have one day,

the closing of my long, exhausting chapter,

the flowers that are in full bloom in my garden,

and the random thoughts I have about me,

him, her, you; whoever I decide

inspires the poems that I write

on this day.

and even though it took awhile

to let go of this fear that my writing wasn’t good

enough to be shown and told to the world,

let me remind you this is the 103rd poem;

the 103rd time I reminded myself

that my story matters,

my voice matters,

and even though no one may listen to my words,

at least I’m my own best listener.

to more life to live,

to more love to put out there,

to more chapters being written in silence,

to more growth and a whole lot of self-care,

these words are my own,

and they remind me that I never gave up

on something I was always passionate about.

*you can read the first scene here*

Micah is walking down the street; the daylight emphasizes the purple and green colors of the bruise on Micah’s face from the fight back at the bookstore.

He walks to a door of an apartment complex and knocks on it. A girl with dirty blonde wavy hair opens the door, Kalia. She instantly looks at the bruise on Micah’s face and gasps.

Kalia: Oh my god, Micah! What happened?

Micah doesn’t answer her, he just walks into the apartment. Kalia closes the door and follows behind him.

Kalia: Hello? Earth to Micah?

Micah: *irritated* Nothing, Kal, I just got into a fight. That’s all.

Kalia runs to the freezer and grabs an ice pack out; she hands it to Micah and he accepts it.

Kalia: Yeah, I figured that much out. What did you do, Micah?

Micah: *angrily* Oh, so you automatically think it’s my fault?

Kalia: *defensive* I don’t know, you do get yourself in trouble a lot these days…

Micah doesn’t say anything. Kalia continues to look at him, waiting for an answer.

Micah: *sighs* I got into a fight with Prescott, Roe’s… *air quotes* boyfriend.

Kalia: *confused* Why did you get into a fight with her boyfriend for?

Micah: Because he’s a dickhead.

Kalia: *concerned* That doesn’t give you the right to start a fight with him, Micah, I- *realizes something* Did you walk here looking like that?!

Micah: No, we fought right before you answered the door. *annoyed* Of course I did; why?

Kalia does to the window near the front door and looks outside. She whispers “fuck” and closes the curtain.

Kalia: Didn’t you see the paparazzi parked across the street from the building?!

Micah: No?

Kalia: *frustrated* Micah! You know you showing up here looking like that is just going to create bad publicity for us! “Kalia’s beau shows up to her house beaten up! Is Hollywood’s next big thing chasing bad boys?”

Micah is in disbelief. He came to Kalia to feel some comfort after getting hit in the face by a jackass not too long before. He just wanted to feel some peace with his girlfriend. Micah has realized that the Kalia that he first fell in love with back in high-school isn’t the same Kalia that left to start her acting career in Sweden with her father and stepmother and is now back for some U.S. roles at 23-years-old.

Micah: I’m sorry that all I wanted to do is to see my girlfriend and forget about the bullshit that happened.

Kalia: *not catching the sarcasm* I’m just saying that you should’ve at least called me at first. You could’ve came in from the backyard or something.

Micah shakes his head and gets up from the sofa. He puts the ice pack on the kitchen island.

Kalia: You’re leaving?

Micah: *annoyed* Yes, Kal. I’m going home. I should’ve just went home in the first place…

Kalia: Wait, you’re mat at me for something stupid and reckless that you did?

Micah wants to shout out the reason he fought Prescott to her so that Kalia would just shut up and feel bad for blaming this on him. He doesn’t; Kalia doesn’t need to know that Prescott and Rosie’s relationship is abusive. He just looks at her, getting angry.

Micah: I’m mad because you care about your image more than me, Kalia.

Kalia: *dismissive* Stop it Micah, that’s not even remotely true.

Micah: Oh just stop with the condescending bullshit already.

Kalia is taken back by Micah’s attitude; she’s noticed that Micah isn’t the sweet, chill guy he was back in high-school. Something changed in him and she doesn’t like it.

Kalia: I swear you because meaner and more aggressive the more I see you. What the hell happened to you? It’s like ever since you met Rosie, you’ve done nothing but get yourself in trouble!

Micah turns around and looks at Kalia. If there’s one thing he knows about himself is that he explodes whenever someone talks badly about Rosie; his family, his friends at the beginning of their friendship, and now the girl he thought he saw himself with for the rest of his life.

Micah: First of all, Kalia, you don’t know her. You don’t know a goddamn thing about Roe and I swear to God you have no fucking right to talk badly about her! Do you understand?!

Kalia: *disgustingly* Do you hear yourself?! You’re defending her, over me, your girlfriend? How backwards does that sound, Micah? I don’t have to know that skank to know she’s the reason you’re like this!

She went there and the reflex comes in. He walks over to Kalia and backs her into a wall.

Micah: I guess I didn’t make myself clear the first time. *aggressively* You have no fucking right to talk bad about Rosie because you don’t fucking know her. So if I ever hear you call her any type of name ever again, there are going to be problems because quite frankly, she treats me like an actual fucking human being, unlike you.

Kalia: *yells* Get out!

Micah: *yells* Gladly!

Micah turns around and walks towards the front door; Kalia angrily yells at Micah.

Kalia: We are through, Micah! You hear me! THROUGH!

Micah slams the front door shut. He begins to see flashing lights of a camera from across the street. Micah shamefully hides his face and runs away from the complex. So much for a summer-fill of being with Kalia.

— The End —

The sky outside is pink from the snow falling from the night sky. The halls are full of doctors passing through to different rooms, but it’s still considerably quiet in the hospital.

A woman in a beige wool coat and red curly hair wet from the falling snow, Jennifer, is standing front of a window looking into a room. She doesn’t move, she just stands there in awe of what it’s in front of her.

Moments later, a man in a black trench coat and dreadlocks, Milo, walks towards Jennifer. When he reaches her, he puts a hand on her shoulder. She looks back at Milo, first a little startled but once she realizes who it is, she’s relaxed. Milo smiles at Jennifer and stands next to her. He looks at the window into the room full of newborn babies. They instantly find the one named “Dahlia Kamalani”.

Milo: She’s really pretty.

Jennifer: *smiles* Very pretty.

Jennifer looks intently at the newborn baby.

Jennifer: Rosie told me that Micah named her.

Milo: *interested* Really? I didn’t think he would, considering the circumstances.

Jennifer: She said that she had been hearing Micah call her Dahlia for months. When she asked him how he came up with the name. He told her the story I used to read him when he was kid; “Dahlia the Duckling”. The story about the duckling that felt like she didn’t belong but in the end she embraces her differences and is still able to have the other animals in the lake love her for who she was, not how she looked. *nostalgic* God, he used to love that story.

Milo takes his arm and wraps it around Jennifer for comfort. She takes a deep breath to control her watery eyes.

Milo: Maybe he’ll read it to Dahlia when she gets a little older.

Jennifer smiles at the thought. Milo takes in a deep breath.

Milo: The more than Micah grows up, the more I see how much he takes after you.

Jennifer looks at Milo, wondering what he meant by that.

Jennifer: If you mean his rebellious teenage years when we constantly held our breath every time his school called, then I think we established that already.

Milo: I mean, you’re not wrong…

Jennifer nudges Milo, he laughs.

Milo: Although he got his rebellious nature from you, I think he got more than just that.

Jennifer: Like what?

Milo looks down at Jennifer, and then back into the nursery.

Milo: He took Dahlia in as his own, the same way you took Milo in.

Jennifer stands there in deep thought. She remembers when her and Milo were teenagers themselves, Milo just had his son, Milo Jr, and the unfortunate events of his girlfriend passing away put him in the toughest place possible. Jennifer remembers the tiredness and the complete defeat in his eyes when he showed up on her doorstep with Milo Jr in a carrier, a backpack, and a suitcase. Thankfully her family was understanding for taking in Milo when he needed the help the most, and something just instantly clicked with her and Milo Jr. She was never maternal, but the way she cared for Milo Jr and helped Milo take care of him made it feel like it was something she was always meant to do. She never wanted to replace Milo Jr’s mother, but she wanted to be a person in his life that he can go to when things got shaky or when his father was being too tough on him.

In a sense, she feels like she treats Micah, her first biological child, the same way Milo treated his firstborn: over-protective, a little disapproving at times, and worrisome. Jennifer is constantly worrying about the decisions Micah make or the things he does as he gets older. At first, she was completely against this idea that Micah will step in and help Rosie take care of her baby when it wasn’t even his to take care of. Seeing Micah become the man that he is today and not the little boy that clung onto her every time she took him to school, makes her proud but also sullen.

Jennifer: There was something about Milo that was easy to help care of. Of course, I did it because you were my best friend; I’d do anything for you.

Milo: I mean, Micah sees the same in Rosie, don’t you think? I mean, why else would our 24-year-old son take in a child that is not his if he didn’t see Rosie the way you saw me?

Jennifer looks at Milo, uneasy.

Jennifer: You think she loves him, Mi?

Milo is a little taken back from the question.

Milo: I don’t think that baby’s last name would be his if she didn’t, babe. But I know you already know that. You’re asking because he’s your firstborn, and you worry about him.

Jennifer: *noticeably relieved* I know I wasn’t like this with Milo, and I mean I worried about him at Micah’s age and everything, and I worry about the girls, but… Micah is just…

Milo: Micah is different, Pep. He always will be. He’s your first born, your rainbow baby. Practically your twin.

Jennifer: Were you this way with Milo?

Milo: *obvious* Oh my god, babe, you know how stressed I was with Milo when we found out Sophia was pregnant with Summer. You went through it with me.

Jennifer: I know, I know but honestly… *looks at Milo* does this feeling ever go away?

Milo: Sadly, it doesn’t. Firstborns will be the reason parents will prematurely go gray. Don’t worry, when Dahlia grows up, Micah’s hair will be fully white by the time he’s in his mid-30’s… I’m surprised I’m not fully gray yet after the girls started to grow up.

Jennifer: *laughs* Reagan and Dylan just turned 18, Mi, they’ll give you something to go gray for.

Milo takes in a deep breath; he’s not ready to have that conversation.

Milo: I hope Micah knows what he’s getting himself into, but I know he wouldn’t do anything else different.

Both of their eyes meet the glass when they see Dahlia wake up from her sleep. She has the deepest honey brown eyes, and already a head of mousey brown curly hair. She looks exactly like Rosie; they could even be twins. Jennifer smiles at the cooing baby through the glass window. Milo hugs Jennifer.

Milo: Another grandchild to put on our list, babe… gosh, we are only turning 50 this year and we already have three grandchildren…

Jennifer laughs an authentic, hearty laugh, which still do this day makes Milo the happiest. They watch the nurse pick up Dahlia and rock her for a bit. There’s no denying the fact that they both already love Dahlia.

— The End —

are you proud of me?

are you happy that i found myself

through heartache and mental illness,

identity crisis and survivor’s guilt and

everything else that weighed me down over the years?

are you happy that i’m happy;

sitting in my corner

with things that make me happy,

Victon albums, fairy lights, & a souvenir

from my first ever solo plane trip,

Polaroids of my cat, a friend with lipstick so black,

a wall of pictures of Kpop boys

all covered with friends’ letters:

the ones who support me and spam Seungsik’s photos

as a weapon to attack;

my pet turtle named Squirtle that lives on my desk

and my laptop viewing watch parties and causing chaos with friends;

are you happy i found my happiness

in the littlest things?

i hope you’re happy for me

as much as i’m happy for you

for finding your happiness in things

and in other people that aren’t me anymore.

i hope you smile when you see i’m doing good

and that maybe i just need to be in my corner

in order for me to blossom.

A girl stands behind a register restocking Test sheet packets and packets of pencils. Her hair is tied up in a bun, with a little loose curly strands around her face. She’s wearing a black denim skirt and a plain black tee; the name on her work tag reads “Rosie”.

The bookstore is quiet during this time of year; many students don’t take summer courses and Rosie does not blame them; the fact she has to spend her 9 to 5 at work instead at a beach frustrates her.

The front door of the store rings and Rosie looks to see who’s come into the store; she smiles and rolls her eyes at who it is – her best friend Micah walks in. He’s wearing a pair of light-washed denim shorts with a Hawaiian floral shirt and his dreadlocks tied up in a bun.

Rosie: What the hell are you doing on campus on this sunny ass day?

Micah leans on the counter.

Micah: I can’t see my best friend in action?

Rosie: Not when school’s out and you’re not taking summer classes.

Micah: And what makes you think that I’m not taking any classes this semester?

Rosie turns back around to face Micah.

Rosie: Because in the same breath you said “fuck summer classes, I’m spending my summer with Kalia…”

Micah rolls his eyes and Rosie’s raises her eyebrows. Kalia is Micah’s girlfriend; she’s back for the summer and stupidly of Micah, he took her back. Rosie tried to tell Micah time and time again that she’s just toying with him while she’s here in the U.S, but Micah just brushed her off, told her she’s just jealous all of his time is now spent with Kalia. Ugh, as if.

Micah: Well, Kalia is working, so I had to find something to do while she does her acting thingymabob.

Rosie: *sarcastically* Gosh, Micah, I’m so honored to be your second and last choice to hang out with!

Micah walks around the store and pretends to not to hear Rosie. She turns back around to continue her work. Micah looks at Rosie for attention. He walks back up to the counter.

Micah: So, what are we doing when you get off from work?

Rosie: *turns around and starts pricing things with the price gun* Sorry, Micah, I already got plans.

Micah: Are you serious? With who?

Rosie: Natalie and her boyfriend, me and Prescott–

Micah makes a gagging noise to the sound of Prescott’s name. Rosie points the price gun to Micah and a sticker flies out towards him.

Micah: I can’t believe you’re still dating that asshole.

Rosie: *defensive* Just how you’re back dating that bitch.

Micah: You don’t even know Kalia like that; at least I know Prescott “fuckboy” Jones.

Rosie rolls her eyes in frustration; she keeps doing her job until she looks at the clock; 5 more minutes until her shift ends.

Rosie: Are you gonna buy something, Kamalani – or can I finally start counting down my drawer?

Micah: No need to get snappy with me Delgado, I’ll get something…

Micah walks towards the fridges of drinks. Meanwhile, the bell on the front door rings again. Micah looks at Rosie, who now has a smirk on her face looking at the person who came in.

Rosie: Hey, babe, I was just–

Prescott: Are you done yet? The fact that I’m on this goddamn campus during the summer break is annoying as it is.

Rosie: You could’ve picked me up at my apartment if you didn’t–

Prescott: I’m here now, so it doesn’t matter.

Rosie doesn’t say anything. Another customer comes into the store and heads straight to the counter. She politely asks the customer how she could help him, and he smiles and asks for a MetroCard for the bus. Keeping a smile on her face, she goes through the transaction smoothly and wishes the guy a nice ride home. The guys laughs and exits, and Prescott is fuming. Micah is still in the back looking for a drink, but more so is listening to what’s happening up front.

Prescott: What the fuck was that?

Rosie: *confused* What are you talking about?

Prescott: Were you just flirting with another guy in front of my face?

Rosie: *frustrated* It’s called customer service, Prescott, y’know it’s only about 98% of what my job is.

Prescott walks towards Rosie and grabs her by the arm. He squeezes it tight and Rosie winces in pain.

Rosie: Prescott, what the fuck–

Prescott: I don’t care, you don’t do that kind of shit in front of me; it’s disrespectful, you got that?

Micah’s fight or flight response kicks in, and he finds himself walking towards the front counter. Rosie rips her arm away from Prescott’s grip and holds the area where his grip was.

Micah: Yo, man you don’t talk to a girl like that, yet alone grab her like that; the hell is wrong with you?

Rosie: *through her teeth* Micah.

Prescott looks at Micah almost immediately after he heard his voice.

Prescott: Look who it is: Kama-fuckin’-lani. How long have you’ve been in here with my girlfriend by yourself? Always want someone else’s piece of ass, huh?

Micah looks at Rosie, not understanding why she’s allowing him to talk about her this way. It wasn’t like Rosie at all to let people disrespect her, so what hold does this asshole have on her?

Micah: She’s my best friend, asshole, and I don’t like the way you treat her like she’s just some useless object. She’s your girlfriend, for God’s sake.

Prescott: How about you stop telling me how to run my relationship, Mr. Phil. Get the hell out of here already, Rosie and I are going out after her shift anyway.

Micah: Why, so you can beat the shit out of her in your car like the last time?

Rosie: *angry* Micah!

Prescott: *at Rosie* You tell this son of a bitch that I beat you up? You like to make up lies about me?

Rosie looks panicked and Micah hates that she looks so vulnerable when she’s never like this. He needs to do something before he ends up doing something inside the bookstore. The fact of the matter is that yes, Rosie came over to Micah’s place bruised up from an altercation with Prescott and told him what happened. Rosie knows what’s going on, yet she doesn’t leave the guy.

Micah: She didn’t tell me, I saw it with my own eyes! You guys were parked outside my damn apartment anyway! What kind of man beats up a woman? A pussy ass guy, that’s what.

Prescott walks towards Micah and is now face-to-face with him.

Prescott: You didn’t see shit, Kamalani. Just how you didn’t see this.

Prescott sucker punches Micah in the face, which instantly knocks him to the floor. Prescott walks over him and out of the store. Rosie runs from behind the counter to help Micah.

Rosie: Micah, are you okay?!

Micah holds his bloody nose while Rosie gets him some tissues.

Rosie: Are you fucking insane? Why would you do such a goddamn stupid thing?

Micah cleans himself up, but is angry at Rosie’s reaction.

Micah: Are you fucking kidding me, Roe? You’re defending that asshole?

Rosie: Micah, you provoked him to do this! You couldn’t have mind your own business in first place?!

Micah can’t believe what he’s hearing. He takes the tissues from Rosie’s hand and gets up on his own. Rosie is looking at him waiting for a response. Micah just laughs in disbelief.

Micah: You’re not a dumb person, Roe. I hope you’re able to make the right decision before the motherfucker kills you.

Micah storms out of the bookstore while Rosie sits on the floor. She doesn’t move.

— The End —