~ Don't compare your life to others. There's no comparison between the sun and the moon, they shine when it's their time. ~
Liam Henderson II (Lee- em)
"Liam don't forget to take Bailey to her soccer game this evening. She is the star player. She can't be late." Sharon kissed Bailey on the forehead and strutted out the door. Carefully enough to not scrape the clean cut marble floors she just had placed in.
Sharon was my dads "fiancé" of the month. After my mother passed he made it clear without words that he was going to be happy with someone. Even if that person wasn't necessarily right in the head. Sharon didn't fit the evil step mother role. We just didn't connect like me and my mom did, and that was fine. She still was a good person to talk to when I needed it.
"What's wrong kiddo?" I looked over at Bailey as she sat with an angry grimace on her face.
"Soccer just isn't my thing." She got up groggily and trudged to the front of the house. Waiting for Desmond to pull in the front. I never actually took Bailey to any practices. We had a chauffeur guy or whatever you call it. He came, did his morning rounds ands left as if he was in such a rush. I wouldn't blame him. Being close to a house like this makes my stomach hurt. I wouldn't be surprised if he felt the same.
I grabbed an orange out of the bowl and walked towards my dads office and peeked in. He was watching the nets game and taking notes in his recliner that he called his "Big Boss" chair. Cheesy but it made him feel important. He turned towards me and glanced at my dirty Khaki Cargos and gave a face that I couldn't really make out.
"Fooling with that downtown girl again Liam?" I sighed and sat down in one of his other bland chairs.
"Dad I-." I stuttered. Something about him just made me fluster all my words.
"There's no explanation Liam. I told you I didn't like that girl. She has nothing to offer you. Does she even work?"
"No bu-."
"There's no buts. If she doesn't work. She hasn't invited you to her home. Anything? Why do you keep going on this wild goose chase with this.. girl?" I got up and tossed him the orange walking out of his office.
It was pretty clear that he didn't like my girlfriend. Or whatever we were. But he hadn't met her. He didn't get to be intrigued like I was and he didn't understand why we felt like how we did. True I wasn't invited to her home but I hadn't invited her to mine either. She didn't look like the type of girl that came from much (and I'm fine with that) and it would be embarrassing to brag.
We never decided that we were dating or in any intimate relationship. We just happened. She just happened to like who I was and I felt the same and maybe much more. She was different beyond measure. She was adventurous and maybe a little frisky. Which I liked all in all.
She wasn't a basic Cali girl who sported the puppies in a handbag. And drunk lattes with her boujie friends. She was a Quiet Richmond California Girl. Who listened to indie pop and danced to music in the dark. Who liked milk mustaches and named stars. Who was in love with nature and hopefully in love with this Spoiled White Rich Guy Named Liam.
She had way more to her persona then what everyone seen on the outside. I loved her Shoes marked with war paint. Her style of dress. She always smelled like Vanilla. But her attitude was on and off. She was my coconut. Brown with Ridged Edges. No one could understand why I loved her the way that I loved her. and it was no ones job but mine.
Ray'Ven Dean (Ray- Vin)
"Ma'am please! I promise I'll come to work on time, I'll take on more shifts with half of my regular pay! Just please." I sobbed in the rain holding My wet reference papers in one hand and the sleeve of the ladies coat in the other. She pulled me inside of the Diner and closed the doors behind me.
"I don't usually do this. But you're crying in the rain young lady. You're pretty determined." I forced a shy smile on my face and wiped my tears that continued to shoot down my Brown Cinnamon Face.
"I just R-really need this job ma'am. This is the only job that called me back and I was late and I-." I broke down laying my extremely damp hair on the diner table. This may have been my only shot and I could've possibly ruined it. All over a bus that I could've got on earlier.
"Tell me your story." She lifted my head up with her pointer finger under my chin. Moving strands of hair out of my face.
"I'm Ray'Ven. Ray'Ven Dean. I live in Downtown Richmond & it took 3 buses to get here." I chuckled "we're really tight on money. My parents are getting old, and I'm getting older and they won't be able to take care of me for the rest of my life. They're doing the best that they can and I mean I can cook up a few things. I'm not the best but I can learn." I pleaded with her the best that I could.
She smiled and analyzed me. Holding my hands tightly in here.
"You're hired. But I want you here first thing in the morning Tuesday! Ok? Whether you have to jump , hop or skip Ray'Ven. I want you here." I froze in place. Ray'Ven Simone Dean got a job.
"Go on girl! Let me take you home." I wanted to run home. Happy was an understatement. We walked out to her Chrysler and I waited while she unlocked the doors. Her car was fancy and it smelled like pine. If this job got her this car. I was willing to work my ass off.
"We're gonna start you off with 14 dollars and Hour. Is that fine with you?"
"Is that fine?? I'd work for 8." she chuckled and drove down the drive way of the diner. Her car moved smoothly and the Jazz music that played sang in my ear.
"1124 Rezevare Ave." she hadn't asked for my address which awkwardly made me assume that she knew where I lived.
"Thank you." She pursed her lips and drove down the foggy road towards my house. In a car it didn't feel like a 3 bus ride trip. Unless there was short cuts that the buses just didn't take.
"I have an old friend who used to live where you live." She frowned.
"What happened to her."
"She died." My eyes widened and I sat back hoping that my mouth asked no more questions.
"That house gave bad luck. I just knew you lived there when you told me your situation. It was the same for anyone who stepped foot in that rusty old RV. Like someone put a Hex on that house." You can tell that she believed in spiritual realms and voodoo and that type of stuff. I believed in poverty.
I sat quietly as she pulled up to my house. She didn't pull directly in front but a few feet away. It seemed as if Her old friends death really got to her. She couldn't bare to come close to a house she believed that possibly killed her friend and I could understand.
"Thank you for this opportunity! It means a lot ." I glanced at her one last time before getting out of the car and walking up my rocky pavement.
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How was that? I feel like I didn't do good enough this chapter!
My stories are really all over the place, I didn't really set a complete setting.
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