Brock hit Breeze hard. Like a drug. Everyday that he didn’t call or text was another notch on the belt of her sobriety. She couldn’t afford to get juiced up on their memories. He came in like a lion, but slithered away like a snake. Apart, they are highly functional. Together, they’re explosive. Two explosive, “crazy” people like these two don’t need to be together…or do they? When Breeze found out the truth, she was devastated.
Brock disturbed her peace, and he should have been prepared to abandon his own. She blasted her iPod, and still did not hear Stevie Wonder warning her, “Make Sure You’re Sure.”
To the world, he is just one person, but he becomes her world. Brock is the dog you run into—your hair bouncing and behaving—as you leave the salon. He wags his tail, you flirt back and keep it moving. Her mistake was taking him home and breaking her cardinal rule: no condom no coco. He planted his seed while plotting his exit strategy. He was all that until he wasn’t.
What happens when two bipolar personalities fall in love? Mocha Madness, the story is fictitious, but the dysfunction is real.