I know I generally begin my stories with a quote to set the tone before you dive in, but today, instead, I want to express my extreme gratitude for all of your support over the years, and falling in love with Avri and Landon. It has truly meant the world to me to see you embrace these characters, making them your own. So much so, to where your engagement has you guys requesting specific backstories, and sub-plots. Although the reason why we are endured to Avri & Landon is, because, no matter how strong willed they each are, or how much life happens, in the end, they always find a way back to each other. You eagerly log in each time a story becomes available to see if maybe, just maybe, they grow the fuck up and realize that it takes real effort to be with your Forever Person. It's a back in forth that anyone who has ever experienced a very intense, very real emotion for a person that changes you. There are an overwhelming number of you who want me to simply explore Avri making a different choice...The following story was written to show my appreciation, and to let you guys know that I read each and every comment; You matter a great deal to me. With most sincerest thanks, please enjoy this reader's request...XOXO The Queen
There was once what seemed like a timeline jump that sent a ripple through Every version of me. Things had changed, yet again, for seemingly no reason at all(at least one I had not been made aware of). Landon and I had gone from one of longest, most peaceful states of flow to just a very fucking weird place where we barely spoke, and hadn't seen each other in months. I was NOT going to address it; Landon had been there in flow; right there with me. He had felt how easy we were. If he didn't notice how stupid it was now, then he was making a conscious choice, and this is how he wanted us to be; distant, and disconnected. He was habitually inconsistent, and there’s just no other way to say it. Besides, stating how his behavior makes me feel has never gone over particularly well. Someone you care about in ANY capacity should be able to tell you how your percieved behavior, as in how it looks to them, true or not, makes them feel...Especially when it's not alcohol giving you the courage to say anything; it’s ANGER…because you can’t help but take it personally, and at this point, you’re just over it …The behavior never gets addressed…and he?! He just disappears...
It was here in this wack ass space that I truly knew the Divine was not only listening to me, but actually took painstaking measures to lead me to my greatest happiness...On a lazy Sunday, I found myself at my desk, desperately trying to release some pinned up creative energy. I had made everything I could think of, from pom poms to shaker tags, to clip on sneaker bows. My mind raced as I tried to decide where I wanted to go next. An ache started to form in my lower back from being seated at my bench so long; it was time for a break. "Just one more item, then I will rest." I said aloud to myself. My newest dream I was bringing into reality was an online store to sell all of my accessories. If it didn't make me $300,000 (or at least half!), then I was going to have to move to Indonesia to start the international expansion of The Crystal Flame. Even though it was only a 2 year assignment, and still almost two years away, If I can alleviate the money incentive, just think…I can Really swing nuts if I can say, "No thank you!"😇 All this unexpelled energy was actually anxiety...I have a young track star depending on me to support her way through any college in the country with no help…I CANNOT let her down...
I was going to start small; carrying only a few select items; expanding monthly. The problem was deciding what to include in the brand launch; I mean I Love EVERYTHING I make! I glanced over at my computer, and the stack of untouched research for my website. I groaned a little-it would have to wait. All of my energy was focused on the launch; I had absolutely nothing to give at the moment. As if by divine intervention, my watch began to vibrate; it was Torrien. "Saved by the Bell!" I giggled out loud as I was just about to take a trimmer to a piece of iridescent vinyl to fashion a small pouch for journal goodies...
"Yo, What's GOOD Son?!" Tre rang out gleefully on the other end. This had been the way he greeted me since we met in 5th grade😊. "Everything homie, I can't complain; feeling very creative at the moment. you?!" I inquired. We hadn't spoken in a while, so a decent catchup was the perfect way for me to step away from what I was doing for a much needed respite. I listened happily as he chatted about the goings on at his company, and the upcoming event at the museum. "Oh Shit, I almost forgot!" Tre said suddenly. "FT me, I want to show you something!" He said. I grumbled, "There you go, assuming I know where my phone is, I'm talking to you on my watch!" I located it a few moments later in the fluffy yarn and jute twine. Tre appeared on screen, seated at his own desk in his office, grinning from ear to ear. "Now I know you happy to see me and this gorgeous face, but that grin is almost diabolical! What's Tea Homie?!" He slowly slid a jar of pearls into view; completely filled to the top. He opened the drawer beside him, removing a lid, placing it on the jar; my eyes widening in shock by the moment...
So let me fill you guys in on this jar...Tre had had this ever since he moved to the city. Each pearl representing some milestone in his life as another goal achieved. The point was to fill it's to its entirety before seriously pursuing any romantic relationships. To Tre, this was the a fool-proof system free of flaws that had served him well throughout his life in the city. If the jar was full, and he was putting the lid on it, that meant he was finally ready for something special. I couldn't believe it. In the back of my mind I had always assumed that it would never be full; always giving him an excuse to be flaky and not commit for the most part. If it was never full, then he could justify the knots he was tying these women into..."Wow, I'm speechless Tre! It's full, you did it!" I said excitedly. Tre didn't say anything, but pulled a second rose gold container from the drawer, with a set of glass beads all its own-that was also full..."OK, now I am of confusion!" I said, as this second, jar that was completely foreign to me-and smelled alot like bullshit! "Oh this?! This is what I had to show you. THIS, homie, is your jar...and by My calculations, it's time for both of us to put away childish things. We had a good run, but I think it's time for both of us to find some fresh perspective." And just like that, this was now about me...
I had no idea what my face was doing, as he was talking-that's the risk you run asking me to FT-because THIS, was taking me over..."Don't look at me like that Avri, you know it's true. Every single thing you set out to do when you came back to Jensen City, you DID; and much more. You've been kicking it with Adonis for a minute, and I know you like him; right down to how you have him saved in your phone...yea, P.Y.T, right?! Yea, I peeped that too last time we were together! What have you done since that night ya'll kissed at the rooftop park?!" He asked incredulously. I gave him a death stare-it was complicated! "Yea, just what I thought-not a damn thing!" I rolled my eyes. "Nigga, you don't know me!" I said in an annoyed humph. "Yes, TF I do; and what I know better than anything else is that you are whole, complete, and healing; all on your own. There is nothing or no one outside of yourself that validates your existence. You are a creature entirely of your own making, who can take care of herself; therefore, can DO what she wants. You are dangerous wielding that type of power. That would intimidate ANY man; knowing that there is absolutely Nothing outside of his heart that he can give you that you can't get yourself. You think we don't know that, and utilize that to our advantage?! It's the only upper hand we have on you! Men are a whole lot more basic in nature, responding most strongly to tangibles-things we can see and touch. So, in a man's mind, in a situation like this, if all he has is his heart, not only does he feel like that just isn't enough. and second, he is going to guard it all the more fiercely." Tre paused for a moment, as I listened intently. "You say that like you're speaking from personal experience," I said quietly. Tre shrugged. "Idk, maybe." he said, lowering his eyes with a smile...
It's not that I don't want to, you know?!" I squealed. "I KNOW you do; that's why I'm encouraging you to take the leap. What's the worst that could happen?!" Using his most persuasive voice. "Tell you what, hit him up, invite him to the event at the museum tomorrow. I always give your little dusty ass a plus one for Landon that he's never takes me up on, so BRING ADONIS!!! WTF is wrong with you Avri?! If you show up to my event with another nigga you not interested in smashing, I'm not letting him in, I swear on everything I love Avri James!!" I busted into laughter. "I know that you like to keep it cute; get in and out without getting too personal, but that was before. You definitely not the girl you used to be; you are sooooooo over this; trust yourself; you GOT THIS. To quote Doja, don't you miss 'good dick ALL in your kid-den-neys?!" "Hmmmm, more like face surfing! I hate you Dog!😜" "Yea aight, you might hate me now, but you sure won't the morning after!" He said with a grin. "Well, maybe by mid-afternoon; I'm the type of girl who likes her tea and croissant with a side of head, to be followed by an entire morning exploring all of the different ways I can orgasm by the light of day...you sir will NOT be crossing my mind to admit you were right until much later on; I will have better things to do with my time!👀OK, I'll ask him..."
Neither myself nor Tre were surprised by P.Y.T's response-which was swift...he eagerly accepted. I could tell he was genuinely excited, and had absolutely no qualms about being with me in public...it was very refreshing...and Sexy...He wasted no time ironing out the details I had yet to confirm; amazingly thinking to order car service so we wouldn't have to worry about parking in the city, or deal with the hassle of a taxi/OOBER. "I get to finally escort you to one of these high profile events where you're promoting your business. It's a big deal, and I appreciate you asking me to join you. I just want to make it just as special for you too." P.Y.T said modestly. I smiled to myself, hearing the words, as apprehension slowly but surely began to wane. He had no idea of the talk Tre and I just had; all he knew was that he was going to a high profile event with a girl he had been painstakingly patient-and consistent-in pursuing. I felt a little more tension ease from my body. He stood, leaned against the car, waiting for me. When his eyes caught mine, they slowly made their way down over the entirety of my body; from just below my neck to the tips of my coral toes and back up again. It was a blush pink little number with see-through panels. When the light hit it, it was almost impossible to distinguish the dress from skin. I had chosen heels that laced up my calf, complementing my toes perfectly in all their ethereal glory. "I don't care where we go, as long as you going looking like THAT!! Damn Avri James, please tell me this is a one off, and this is NOT what I've been missing all this time!" P.Y.T said; all smiles and very, VERY interesting looks...I shrugged nonchalantly. "Not anymore." I responded as he opened my door, and I melted into the back seat of the town car. Not anymore...
The event was spectacular! It took place at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and every exhibit was more fabulous than the last. Most of the food was even decent, but I limited myself to only 2 glasses of champagne to relax, and relegated myself to mocktails for the rest of the evening. After all, I was out for the first time in my "real life" with P.Y.T. Although we had been dating for what seemed like forever, this was the closest proximity he had actually ever come to being INSIDE. I didn't want to mask any uneasiness that may arise; I was feeling this situation out; if there were red flags, I wanted to know, and I wanted to know IMMEDIATELY...Tre managed to find a quiet nook that most of the party-goers had overlooked for he and I to chat. After the initial introductions and pleasantries, he flitted off to confirm some detail, and I hadn't seen him for the better part of two hours. "Ok nigga, I'm ready," I said, taking a sip of the mocktail. "I know you have shit to say, so lets hear it..." Tre looked around excitedly; ensuring the ingredients to the tea he was about to spill was nowhere in the vicinity. "Everything is cool, he's on the third floor with Amarah. I told him I was coming to find you, so she's going to keep him happily occupied-so spill." As his shoulders relaxed, he hailed a waiter carrying a tray of shrimp puffs and Cognac on the rocks our way. "I like his energy a lot for you. Ya'll look damn good together, he looks at you like no one else is here, and he seems to be as passionate about your business as you are." He said, stuffing 3 shrimp puffs in his mouth. "Don't judge me, I haven't eaten shit all day!" Tre said between chews and swallows. "I didn't say a word!" I giggled.
"The real question is, what do YOU think about tonight?! As you can see, letting him in, just a little bit, did not bring about the start of the Apocalypse! It's your world Beautiful, what are you gonna do about it?!" I punched him in the arm. "It was never the Apocalypse I was worried about. I mean, I really do like him, but emotional collateral is irresponsible, and immature. I would really fuck him up. He wants someone to be ONE with...Granted, I absolutely want that too; I am just not yet certain that I want that with him. That would devastate Adonis if it turned out I didn't...and I won't hurt him, as I inevitably would; he doesn't deserve that." I said somberly. "Well, I think both of you MFs are getting ahead of yourselves. You haven't even slept together yet-establish sexual compatibility first-unless this is of course middle school-then ya'll can at least move on to French Kissing-before you start start shopping around for new brownstones in Brooklyn!!!" Tre said with a bored yawn, washing the last of his puffs down with a swig of Cognac. "You know what, you are absolutely right, because I'm telling you right now if the Dick is trash, this will be OVER before it even starts!" We raised our glasses, and turned our attention to the party-goers momentarily. "Yo! did you see Keri Washington?! She was in the Auvergne Room looking out of place! I haven't seen her at one of my events in a long time. Although I shouldn't be surprised, this Bougie art shit is her scene-just like you Ms. James!" He said, gently nudging me. I think I've gained some much needed clarity. Thank you for pushing me out of my comfort zone; shit, for helping me realize that I wanted out." I said with a genuine smile. "Hey, that's what friends are for..."
Since P.Y.T lived in Brooklyn, just a stones throw from the city, it made perfect sense to wind down our evening there. I was secretly in love with the fact that he had rooftop access, and found myself getting lost up there for hours reading. P.Y.T would always be nearby doing his own thing-and yet, ironically enough, anytime I looked up to check in, our gaze would always meet. There is something to be said about how utterly sexy it is when a man pays attention...As I gazed out of the town car window, the city slowly creeped by. I thought about how I was feeling, and only that. P.Y.T was eased back, scrolling on his phone. As if by second nature, he reached out, grabbed my hand, interlocked our fingers, and raised my hand to his mouth to kiss it. "One day you'll be mine Avri James, I KNOW it." He whispered. I sighed. For the first time, those words were not physically painful. I didn't tense up, and get all weird...this time, I actually didn't mind-which made me a totally different kind of nervous...
Back at his place, we grabbed everything we were going to need to break day on the roof. It was early Spring. so the weather was mild, but there was a breeze. He started the outdoor fireplace, lit the candles, and secured the latch to ensure his tenant did not wander up here on a late night stroll. After setting up the projector, he put a movie on, and settled down beside me. I was in my fat girl Cinephile glory; surrounded by snacks and cinema! I was in heaven. Halfway through my caramel brownie bites as the movie was getting good, P.Y.T broke the silence. "Avri?! Can I kiss you?!" My tongue began frantically removing morsels of chocolate from every imaginable crevice in my mouth...
He would ask that question at this very inopportune moment..."I really want to, but I want you to want me to kiss you" He said, with more earnest in his voice than I had ever heard before. As I drank my water, I heard Tre’s voice in my head saying, "Jump Avri, NOW, before I PUSH YOU bitch!" and with that, I responded, "I do..." Even though this was not the first time we kissed, it high key felt like the first time; this, was different...stopped, looked at me, and rushed off suddenly to the far wall, turning on what felt like thousands of tiny white sparkling lights...it took my breath away..."You said the only thing my rooftop was missing to make this Heaven for you was Starlight; I hope these are enough." He said, sliding back down on the cushions beside me. This time, he didn't ask. The way he kissed me that second time removed any doubt about what was going down. Everything that happened from that point was automatic, and required no thought...His hands ran down my back, searching for entrance into my skintight contraption. As if suddenly realizing that it was a dress, his hand slowly made it's way up my thigh...I LOST it after that...When I tell you that nothing could have prepared me for what transpired on that rooftop, I'm being modest...Now I know it had been a while for me, but he exceeded any expectation that I had...EXPONENTIALLY. It was like I could feel just how long and how badly he had wanted to be HERE; with ME. Nothing was more important than being with me right then, right now. I woke up the next day in his bed...and found my way back for the next 4 nights straight... As I stared up at the painting on his ceiling, I let out the most satisfying Sigh...I had done it; it WAS possible! P.Y.T peaked out of the bathroom, a minty smile on his face; shirtless. "I thought you might like a little spearmint with your head this morning," he said mischievously. "Oh I would; VERY much So..."
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