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Los Angeles, CA

Mike was passed out on Sadie's couch after having too many glasses of wine. She had to end up contacting his wife to let her know he wasn't going to be able to drive home.

Pulling out an extra blanket she kept in the hallway closet, she walked over to him and gently covered him with it. This wasn't new for them—when the wine got into their systems it started off with laughs and ended with snores. When she knew for sure that he was okay, she flicked off the switch to the light and headed towards her room.

The clock sitting on her stand read eleven-eleven. A smile went across her face because she was a spiritual person and believed in Angel numbers. Crawling in her silk sheets she reached for her phone and started scrolling through apps in hopes of her falling asleep. The conversation with Mike had her thinking and more so about—Stephanie. Sadie hasn't connected with someone on that type of level since her senior year of high school. That was with a person who was manipulative and a narcissist and who made Sadie believe she couldn't find nobody better than her—their entire relationship consisted on nothing but .

And then there was Stephanie—this attractive woman showing interest to her kind of caught her off guard. Women usually never flirted with her which made her have to do all the work. The public didn't know about her sexuality and that was for her own reasons. Why did it matter? Why was it anyone's business who she prefer to sleep with in bed?

She scrolled down her until she came across a post from Jodie. It was a single picture of Beverly sleeping in the bed. The caption itself read:

WCE @beverlyjwilliams, I love you with all my heart. Waking up to you everyday isn't just a blessing but a privilege. I prayed for you and within a two year span, you were in my life. My love for you is endless and I wouldn't want no one else to be Mrs. Pierce.

Sadie's mentally rolled her eyes to the post before scrolling again. It was almost like destiny—as if she knew she just say the post because her name popped up on her screen. She felt herself getting flustered and her palms sweating. She took a deep breathe in, trying to take a control of her nerves before she answered.

"Good you're up!" She said, on her side of the screen it was pitch dark. Sadie wasn't able to see anything.

"It's almost midnight" Sadie stated, glancing over at her clock once more. "Why are you calling me?"

"Damn" she said, Jodie's face finally appearing for a quick second due to the light from the TV shining on her. "Just wanted to talk" she responded, "and catch up"

"On what exactly?" Sadie's attitude towards her had everything to do with the post she just saw.

"Are you busy or something?" she asked, Jodie had to sense something was off with her, there was no way she couldn't. "Or are you just having a bad night? Did it have anything to do with today?"

The shifting of the phone from Jodie's end, made her stare at the screen with intense concentration. Within seconds, the light was on and Jodie's sluggish face was more visible. She sported a blue suede durag over her braids that stopped an inch at her breast. By the looks of it, it looked like either she was just now getting up or maybe high. Jodie's tawny beige complexion still glowing even with the look of defeat she upheld on her face. In Sadie's eyes, she was ."Let's talk about it" she said again

"How was your day? Tell me everything Sadie" she demanded, her eyes finally fixating on her.

"It was fine" she replied

"Just fine?" Raising up a brow a smirk eventually appeared, "We might got some years knocked off but you still act the same" she smiled, "so again, how was your day?"

Sadie knew the conversation wasn't going to go any farther unless she stopped giving short answers. To be honest she really didn't have a reason to be upset or feel any type of way towards her. It was just her feelings taking over. "I did a photoshoot for the cover of Paper Magazine" she stated

"Congrats Sadie that's great" she expressed, still having that same smile, "I'm so proud of you, you know that?"

"I guess" Sadie mumbled causing Jodie head to jerk back.

"You guess?" She repeated, "You were once my best-friend Sadie why wouldn't I be proud? I remember you had me play pretend like we were runway models when we were younger" she laughed

"And the fact that you made it happen is incredible" her eyes glossing from still staring at Sadie.

"Yeah but what about you?" Sadie responded, "Ms. celebrity fashion stylist. You're just as successful"

Jodie nodded while she laid back in bed getting comfortable, "Tell that to my mom" she began, "she wanted me to go to Med school and become her little doctor."

"I don't know why she thought you could do that" Sadie replied

"What that's supposed to mean?"

Sadie stuck out her lips as if Jodie had to be joking. "Are you seriously asking me that" the smile that Jodie's been waiting for finally appeared on Sadie's face. "Six grade summer camp? Our art instructor cut her finger using the swing line paper cutter—you threw up everywhere with just the sight of blood"

They stared at each other before they both laughed in unison. The sounds of it brought joy to Sadie's heart. She noticed every little detail about her—like every time she laughed, how her ears did this weird movement thing. It might've been weird to some people but with Sadie, she loved it.

"So you telling me that it was my fault?" Jodie faked gagged causing Sadie to laugh again, "There was blood every where, just dripping all over the supplies."

"But aye" Jodie said, getting Sadie's full attention again. "I was wondering something"

"Oh lord like what" she playfully rolled her eyes.

"Nothing dramatic I promise," licking her lips, giving an evil smile. "So my boys and I've been trying to transition into something new with the podcast 'Lips and Wine' have you heard of it?"

"No" Sadie quickly lied. Jodie eye balled her as if she knew she was lying but brushed it off.

"Well, it's a podcast where we talk about all topics. Sex, love, friendships, just to name a few. But we wanted to start bringing a special guest every week and I was thinking—"

"You could be our first guest." Cheesing hard as if she just got the best news of her life.

Sadie wondered if she could handle being around her again. The nerves and anxiety she felt last time still had her on a high she haven't come down from. "We can talk our shit like old times" Jodie stated again, hoping to convince her.

She glanced over at the clock again. It was really late and she needed to get some rest. Her eyes going back to her phone, her lips separated for her to give Jodie an answer, "Sure" was all she said.

"But I really need to get some rest Jodie"

She pouted as if her cute face was supposed to change Sadie's mind—"even though it could" she thought. Jodie shook her head in response, "Nooo" dragging the word with her tongue, "not yet just a few more minutes" she begged

Kissing her teeth as she rolled her eyes, Sadie felt defeated, "Fine"

The two talked more until Jodie decided it would be a good idea to start a show on together. Sadie had to wonder if she was on crack by how wide awake and attentive she was.

There were plenty of times, she wanted to ask where Beverly was—seeing that she was the one Jodie called to keep her company. But asking that one question would've led the whole conversation about her. Half way through the first season of 'How To Get Away With Murder,' Sadie eyes couldn't leave the screen.

"Why is Wes so dumb" she said, frowning as she looked over towards her door to see light peaking through the cracks.

It had to be Mike, he probably woke up hungry and now was robbing Sadie of her food. "Frank is my favorite" she said again, realizing that the person she started it with wasn't responding.

Looking down towards the phone she saw Jodie mouth wide open with one side of her face buried into the pillow. "No, this heffa didn't force me to stay up for her to fall sleep" she mumbled to herself. Sighing she reached for the remote turning off the TV that caused her room to go dark.

"Jodie" she murmured, no response. Tapping her fingers on the screen in hopes that would somewhat wake her, "Jodie"

It was a dead mission. There was no way in getting her to wake up. She stared at her for a moment admiring her beauty even while she slept. "Goodnight then" she said

"Love you" she whispered under her breathe before ending the call.

Here & Now

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