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Always You... Chapter 2 Kamarah got up and stumbled to the door after what seemed like the 50th knock, “What!?” she growled, her voice deep and raspy, as she threw open the door. “Good morning Sunshine! This is Girlfriend Board Member, best friend Sloan checking in.” the visitor chirped from outside. Kamarah turned from her best friend and walked back into the house, Sloan following close behind, shutting the door behind her. “You look like hell Kami.” Sloan commented bluntly, as Kamarah fell down on her sofa. “Thanks for the compliment.” Kamarah muttered closing her eyes, trying to fall back asleep. “That’s what I’m here for.” “Why are you really here Sloan?” Kamarah questioned her friend. Sloan took a seat on the other end of the sofa and made herself comfortable, “Well you haven’t been answering your phone, it’s around one, so, I figured I should come over and investigate.” Kamarah rolled her eyes and muttered, “Figures.” “So why are you lying here on your living room sofa fully clothed, and sandy footed?” “I had a long night.” “Explain.” Kamarah got up from the sofa and shut her songbook that was on the floor, “Sloan, something weird happened to me last night.” Kamarah began as she walked up the stairs to her bedroom, Sloan following close behind. “Like what Kam?” Sloan asked, tucking a piece of her long, curly, chestnut colored hair behind her ear, her jade green eyes ready and eager to listen. Kamarah stopped on the last step and turned around, “Now you have to promise me you won’t laugh.” Sloan wrinkled her freckle covered nose, “Why would I laugh?” and then followed her friend into her bedroom. Once they reached the room, Kamarah walked into the adjoined bathroom and Sloan flopped onto Kamarah’s large, white canopy bed. “Last night I was having the worse case of writers block that I have ever had.” Kamarah began from the bathroom, Sloan could hear the water running as her friend brushed her teeth and washed her face. “Where were you?” Sloan asked, picking up a magazine from the seashell colored table beside the bed and made herself more comfortable on the fluffy mattress. “My usual spot.” Sloan nodded her head and opened the magazine, “100 ways to know if he is crushing on you.” She read aloud. “Are you even listening to me?” Kamarah asked angrily as she came out of the bathroom patting her freshly washed face with a towel. “Yeah, Sorry.” Sloan apologized as she put the magazine down. Kamarah popped back into the bathroom and continued, “Well I never get writer’s block hardly, especially when I am at my spot. Then a boat drove up and stopped in the same place as last time.” Sloan picked up the magazine again and skimmed through the article, “Same boat as last time too?” Kamarah was silent. Sloan tore her eyes away from the article and set the magazine back on the table, “Kam?” Kamarah came out of the bathroom, her hair up in a ponytail, “I think so.” Sloan shrugged her shoulders, “Yeah so?” “You just don’t understand.” Kamarah started up again as she made her way across the room to her vanity and began to apply her make-up. “Don’t understand what Kami?” Kamarah stopped applying her mascara and turned around in her chair, “Once the boat came, and once I saw the man in the boat….oh Sloan…. He cried.” Sloan curled up her lip, “He cried?” Kamarah was silent as she cast her gaze upon the floor. “He cried when you saw him?” Sloan asked confused. Kamarah turned back around to the mirror and began where she left off, “No, he didn’t see me, and it was more like weeping, he threw something into the water again, screamed something about God helping him and then he….he wept.” “Sounds like he must have some issues sister.” “No, No I don’t think so.” Kamarah muttered quietly as she twisted the top back on her mascara tube and searched around for her lipstick and lip pencil. “So what happened to your writer’s block? And what in the hell does this all have to do with why you were sleeping fully clothed, sandy footed on your living room sofa, at one in the afternoon none the less?” Kamarah finished the final touches of her make-up, stood up and disappeared into her walk-in closet. “Well, that’s the strange thing Sloan, I waded out in the water again, trying to catch a glimpse of the man and it seemed the closer I got to him the more my mind was freed and the more emotional I felt.” Sloan laughed, “Come on Kamarah, what is this guy, magical?” Kamarah reappeared from the closet wearing black Capri pants and a tight, white, boatneck shirt and black, platform flip-flops, “You promised you wouldn’t laugh.” Sloan’s face softened, “Kami, I wasn’t making fun of you, I am just trying to figure out what you mean.” Kamarah sighed, “I told you that you wouldn’t understand.” Sloan’s jaw dropped at her friend’s words, “You really think he’s magical or something don’t you?” Kamarah turned away from her friend and made her way downstairs again to the kitchen in search of something to eat, “Magic or not, there is just something about that man.” Kamarah explained to her friend as Sloan joined her in the kitchen. “Here, look at this!” Kamarah ran into the living room and then back to the kitchen, handing Sloan her songbook, “Read that.” Sloan read where her friend had pointed, “I see your mystery ship out on the water, I wonder where it’s sailing to, Is someone waiting in some other harbor.” Kamarah looked at Sloan, her huge, beautiful, sparkling sapphire blue eyes wide with excitement and pride. Sloan smiled warmly, “It is lovely Kamarah, but what does this have to do with your ‘mystery man’?” Kamarah’s eyes twinkled, “I wrote in when I saw him.” “It’s very lovely, but my question still stands, why were you asleep on your sofa, fully dressed and-“ Kamarah interrupted her friend and pointed to the trashcan in the kitchen, the trashcan was filled to the brim with crinkled paper, “ I tried to add more to the song all night. As you can see I was unsuccessful.” Neither girl talked for a few minutes, then Sloan broke the silence, “You know now what we must do, don’t you?” Kamarah nodded her head, “We have to find whatever he has been tossing into the water.”Next: Chapter 3 |