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Cordaé Snoh

Christmas Eve

Feeling guilty because Aisha and I had been seeing each other behind Chardonnay’s back, I told her I was gonna pick her up so we could go to my sisters house and tell her what we had going on.

Dressing in red and white, Aisha and I headed to Char’s. While in the car, Aisha let her Pandora Christmas play. As she sung and I bounced my head we laughed at our antics. We’d really been having fun this December.

Pulling up to my sisters place, I saw my homeboy, Jack’s, car parked in front of her house. It was barely noon so I knew he must’ve stayed the night.

“What’s wrong?” Aisha asked me, noticing the change in my demeanor. “Why you looking like that?”

The expression I thought I had internally, showed on my face.

“That’s my nigga, Jack’s car.”

I threw my head toward a Gingerbread colored Toyota.

“Oh, damn.”

Throwing my Honda in park, I jumped out, quickly slamming the door.

“Cordaé?” I heard Aisha call my name.

“What?” I snapped but immediately apologized. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she wrapped her arms around my waist. “You can’t be mad at her for messing with your friend, if that’s what she’s doing because look at us. We’re doing the same thing.”

Letting what she said resonate, I let out a huge sigh.

“I see what you mean,” I kissed the top of her head. “But damn. That’s my boy for over ten years. You just met her and I didn’t even know they were attracted to each other.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s still the same thing.”

Moving my arm to her shoulder, we made our way to the door and knocked. I could hear some shuffling inside.

“Who is it?” My sister yelled.

“Girl, if you don’t open the door. I already know what’s going on?” I shook my head.

Snatching the door open my sister stood in front of me. Her hair a disheveled mess; her robe untied but held together by her hands.

“Hey—,” she stuttered. “Y’all.”

Her shocked pose quickly changed when she saw Aisha with me.

“What’s this?” She zigzagged a finger between me and her friend.

“What’s going on?” Jack’s voice came from inside as he made his way behind my sister. His eyes ballooning when he saw me. “Oh, shit!”

“I guess we’re all just a ball of surprises, huh?” I pushed through the door letting myself in with my hand holding Aisha’s. “It’s cold as shit out here.”

“Wait? Did you just cuss?” Chardonnay closed the door behind us. Her mouth open.

“This nigga been doing a lot of shit lately,” Jack added. “He’s like a whole new man. Look at him.”

We all took a seat on the couch.

“We were coming over here to tell you that me and Aisha had been fuckin’ but you been secretly fuckin’ my homeboy.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. The irony.

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gandor,” Char shrugged. “You can’t be mad just like I can’t.”

“It would’ve been nice if one of y’all would’ve told me,” I said.

“I could say the same thing,” Char barked back.

“Well,” Aisha interjected. “Now that the cat is out the bag and it’s Christmas Eve what are we ‘bout to do?”

We all looked at each other, thinking.

“I mean, I’m down to fuck on Char, again,” Jack spoke first.

We all laughed.

“Just call me Aisha Snoh.”

“We can do all that later but let’s eat some food, have some drinks and watch some movies.”

Leaving the house, Jack and I went to Walmart to get our ladies some food and the matching pajamas they requested. Stopping off at the bookstore, I purchased Aisha Eve Of Deception by Pamesh before we chopped it up in the car about when and how he and Chardonnay had started talking. Jack revealed that he’d always thought Char was cute he just didn’t want to mess up our friendship but when he saw that I was dating Aisha, he figured he’d see what was up with Char. Because Aisha had told Chardonnay about the crush she had on me, Chardonnay decided to move forward with Jack. He said she knew Aisha’s plan the night they hung out. When I asked how, Jack said Aisha didn’t put her phone back the way it was. She knew then that Aisha had went through her phone.

Pulling back up to Char’s house, we got out carrying our items in our hand. When I walked toward the kitchen, I heard Aisha talking to Char.

“You know your brother is packing and he got a big dick.”

“Too much information, boo,” Char frowned.

I shook my head holding my laugh in.

“And his hand placement is top tier.”

I couldn’t help but let my laugh come out as I leaned against the wall.

“I knew your ass was eavesdropping,” Char grabbed me by the shirt, pulling me from being hidden behind the wall and playfully punching me in the arm.

She and Aisha had caught me.

“But, I guess you were nuttin’ for Christmas, huh, bro?”

“Yep,” I answered, planting Aisha in front of me and loosely draping my arms across her shoulders.

She held onto my arms.

“And he’s gonna do it again, tonight,” Aisha added.

Merry Christmas!

Maybe we’ll see Aisha and Cordaé again. Possibly Chardonnay and Jack. Who knows.