Tangy's Symphony, Rosa Johnson [best books to read for teens txt] 📗

had come over to chat with his mom. She was too fine to be older than him. The girls he had fucked wasn't nowhere as fine as she was. She had it going on. He had a flashback of the night he looked in her window and saw her sucking that fool’s dick. Damn, he had came on himself while he was looking. She was good! “Damn”, he said out loud, but no one was in earshot. He had to go get this out of him. He stayed erect every time he thought about Tangy. That name just drew him in. He was in love. He went in the house, went to his room, and shut the door.

Tangy went to the bathroom, ran some water for a bath, put some baby oil and Calgon Beads in the water. While the water ran, her cellphone started chimming. She unplugged it off the charger, click, and said “Hello”.
“Good Morning! Did I wake you?” said Myranda.
“No, I am surprised though.” said Tangy. “ I thought I had ran you off or something, after the other night."
“No that’s why I am calling, Baby I can’t think about anything else."
Tangy smiled. She had that effect a time or two.
She giggled, and answered, “So that mean we will have to get together again, right?"
“ Yes,” said Myranda. “As a matter of fact, I was hoping to fly you to LA, to spend some time with me, that’s if you aren’t busy?”
Tangy said, “Look I love to drive and all, but I won’t be able to make it to LA”.
"No," laughed Myranda, "Just get you’re suitcase packed, someone will be driving up in about a couple of hours and he will bring you to the airport, I am flying you in, if you want to come."
Tangy held the phone, tears wheld up in her eyes. She was going on a plane trip to LA. She was speechless. "Yes," She finally replied. "I would love that."
" Ok, then it’s a date. I will be waiting for you. I hope the set up I arrange for us today, and by the way, you can be free this time. I found us a little secluded place to rest. I took the whole day off and tomorrow to make up for the disaster the last time was."
She wasn’t only sweet, beautiful, but she was romantic. Damn all this in one package-the forbidden package-a woman. They hung up.
She turned towards the bathroom, then the phone rung again. It wasn’t her, it was “his highness” asswipe.
"Yeah," She answer.
He said: "Why you always answer me like that? Don’t you know--"
She finished the sentence, "'Don’t you know how much I love you?'"
She said, "Yeah, yeah, ok, what is it that you want this time. Don’t you have a job or something?"
She was about tired of this scratched record, but sometimes she opened the door for simple companionship. Not now, she had hopes of the future with a beautiful woman that would promise to love her. No drama,right? "Yeah, what is it, I have to run off for awhile."
"Where?" he asked.
"That’s none of your damn business. You are not my husband, so I owe you nothing."
He said, "Don’t start, it’s a beautiful day outside. Why start arguing?"
She knew then that he had something up his sleeve. All this niceness and observance of the “beautiful day”.
She said, "I will call you when I get in the truck."
"You promise?" he asked. "Don’t do me like that. You will need me one day, and I won’t be waiting."
She said to herself good riddance. "I will call you, bye."
She didn't know he was outside the door. So as she began to peel the clothes off,
he started tapping at the door.
She hadn't started packing yet. She wanted to get dressed, then get her duffle bag ready to leave. She cursed.

"Damn, now who can this be?"
She went to the peek hole, tip-toed. She almost didn't answer it, but he could feel her, she knew it. She opened the door, "What is it?
Didn’t I just say I had somewhere to be?"
He said "Let me in."
She started to get upset. "Just leave, I will call you when I get in the truck."
"I need to use the bathroom."
She huffed, "Now I know damn well that you didn’t walk all the way down here to use my bathroom. Didn’t you pass at least five before you got to me?"
He smiled. "Who is it?"
"What!" she screamed. "Who is what?"
"Who is it?" he asked smiling that hideous smile." If you don’t open this door up, I am going to come through it by tearing the mother fucker down."
She looked across the street, those nosy old crows were looking.
She said, "If you don’t leave I will call the police."
He said "And what do you think they will say?"
"Everyone knows that we have been fucking, so what?"
She slammed the door. How in the hell was she going to be ready in... "Oh my god she," thought "1 hour and 20 minutes."
She jumped in the tub. She called the police, lied said, some stranger was walking around her window.
The dispatcher asked, "Do you know who it is ma'am?"
She said "No, but he has on a white t-shirt and jeans. He looks like he is drunk or high, please help me."
They asked for a address and call back number. She hung up. Got dressed. Put somethings in her bag. By this time she could hear the sirens. He started down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets, two cars bridged him in. They got out. The black limo pulled up to the front, the phone rang, she looked out, grabbed her bag, and locked the door, looked to her left, saw them handcuffhim, and got in the car.

Los Angeles, California was beautiful. She was riding in another arranged limo. As the driver drove , he let the window down so she could see the beauties of this long desired place. It was like a country of its own. The palm trees were beautiful, the smell was different, the hues of the residents ranged between mocha , earthtones, to irovy. She was mesmerized. She was blessed, she was in awe, and she was confused. As she took all this in, she wondered what is it that happening her. She had broke all her rules. She didn’t understand. She passed buildings that you could only see her in LA. People skating, walking in thongs, beautiful asses, ugly asses, thin ones, medium ones, and thick ones. What is going on here? She pinched herself. Am I dreaming she thought. Overnight. Just like Cinderalla, but it was not prince charming that was blowing her mind, but Snow white. She was dream ing. She would wake up soon, right?
The driver hung up the cell, and said, "Ma’am, she wants to meet at Salvador Doli’s Resturant for lunch, and I wil take your bags to the suite."
"Huh? What was that?" her phone rung, she said excuse me for a moment , she said “Hello.”
"How was the flight?" Myranda sounded like a little girl this time.
"Oh, it was differnet. My first fight. I had to drink to hard ones to get the jitters off."
She laughed, "So my driver told you whats up right? I hope you are hungry." she said. "I want you to enjoy your stay, and I felt so bad about the last date, I wanted you to not see me as a monster. So, lunch is on me this time, for real, ok?"
Tangy smiled, “Okay, see you in a few."


After lunch, they walked up and down the strip. She was a like kid on Christmas. She hadn’t ever dreamed of being here, being this happy. She was blessed. This is what Oprah referred to as the "AHAH" moment. She was having definitely an AHAH moment. This was what she was to be, who she was to be, where she needed to be. she could dream again, and hope, and inspire to become all that she ever hoped. This was the epiphany she had read about in European Literature. The Power of the Now.
Myranda was explaining the difference in the traffic signals. It was as if she was back in college in philosophy, the professor schooling her, awaking intellectual thirst: to learn. She listened.
Myranda said, “So how long are you going to be with me?”
Tangy said, “Well, I only brought enough of clothes for a few days, so I guess three days?"
Myranda said, “What does clothes have to do with anything? I can arrange the clothing. What would keep you from being here with me until I am ready to return to Texas?”
Tangy smiled, she didn’t want to let her see the gittiness inside of her, but she wasn’t in a hurry to go back, to live in that solemn place, so she acted like she was thinking, and said “Well, if you are sure, I will arrange it."
Myranda grabbed her hand and said, “This is just the beginning."
Tangy responded, “Don’t say what you don’t mean."
Myranda looked at her, stopped, and turn so she could see her face, “ I never say anything that I don’t mean, but I want total loyalty, can you handle that?”
Tangy thought about that fool, and what she had done the other night, and said, “Lets take it a day at a time, for I don’t want to set my hopes up, and someone ends up hurt.”
Myranda said “Is there something that we need to talk about before I allow my heart to get away from me?”
Tangy wasn’t sure if this was the time or place to confess. It was something that definitely need to be disclosed, but she wasn’t about to lose this friendship or this moment in her history, so she said "Nawh, it’s all good!”
Myranda kissed her on the cheek. She didn’t care if the photographers were lurking to catch her in the public eye. She was ready. She was in love.

The flight was longer than it was to come to LA. Tangy was so happy. She never thought anyone could love her this way. She wouldn’t have believed that she at 39 years of age would be living like this, when just eight days ago she was wondering what was to become of her, but her she was happy, in love, and free. She would have to really let him go. No more touching, fucking, nothing. She wanted for once to have a monogamous relationship. No in between. She wanted the words of Luther Vandross to come alive for this time. She was willing to deal with the ridicule of the church, her family, and the media. She was completed. She was happy.

Ray was watching her help the Taxi driver take her three bags out of the trunk of the cab. She left with one, but return with three. He said, “ I bet that chick she was with last week bought all that shit”.
Tangy noticed the curtains close.
Ray cursed, “Damn she saw me”.
He phoned Tito.
“Hey dude what’s up?”
Tito said, “ I am working on this wash machine for mama. What’s up with you?"
Ray said "How long will that take?"
Tito said “Hold up! Ma’am, I am coming momma”.
“Man, I have to hang up, but I will