I Hate that I loveYou!

Memories

Tyra P.O.V
"Momma can we go upstairs?" I asked. I knew Carnell was getting tired of watching Twilight. She had you doing a twilight moviethon.

"I don't care. Go. You interrupting." She yelled at me. "Bitch...fuck Edward, jacob is hot. Hop on that dick." This time she was yelling at the TV.

"Come on Carnell." I whispered in his ear. I hopped off the couch, grabbed his hand, and dragged him upsatairs.

"T, what are you doing?" He asked once we got upstairs and into my room. I didnt know what I was doing. I was just doing it.

He sat on my bed and sat down, and I sat down beside him. This seemed awkward. A year ago this was normal. I stood up and walked over to my dresser. I wanted to cry. Marco cheated. A part of me wants to get back at him. I know how I feel about Carnell, I've always known I wanted to give my virginity to him. My mirror was cluttered with picture of me and Marco. The dresser was cluttered with stuffed animals he gave me.

"Tyra, are you okay," Carnell wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his face in my neck. A slight smile crept my face. Only he could make me smile like this. Warm and fuzzy. I couldn't speak. "What is this?"

I looked down at his hand and saw a picture. Mental Note: 'Destroy everything Marco gave to me.'

"It's trash," I told him without looking at it. I didn't wanna see Marco happy with me. Us living a lie. Him playing me like a fool.

"Wow, really T, I'm trash?" Carnell said with hurt in his voice. I turned aroung and looked in his hand. It was a picture, but not of me and Marco. It was me and Carnell.(picture above) It was our 8th grade dance. Momma had flat ironed my hair and everything.

"No, you're not. I thought it was a picture of him." I said grabbing the picture from him, and stared intensely. We were so happy. Back then were best friends. If you had told me, that I could even stop being friends with him, I would have punched your face in.

"Do you remember that day," Carnell asked breaking my concentration.

"Yea, you punched Ricky Hudson in the face for spilling the red punch on my dress." I told him laughing.

"That's not why I punched him." Carnell told me shaking his head laughing harder.

"Then why did you punch him?" I asked tucking the picture in the corner of my mirror,letting in hang.

"He said he was gonna kiss you, so i tripping him. His punch got all over you, so I punched him." He told me sitting back down on my bed.

"But, it was your fault my dress got ruined."

"It wasn't ruined, it just became a pink dress." He told me laughing again.

"You are not funny." I laugh-yelled at him.

"But, I am sexy, and you know it."

"Bruh, that some is dumb old."

"Songs dont get old, people do."

"It's played out."

"Like yo momma"

"Woooow, we doin' yo momma jokes"

"Just like the old days"

"Nigga, yo momma so....umm... Ok stop cause, yo momma jokes aint even funny anymore." I said stuck. I haven't cracked a yo momma joke in years.

"Your lame ass just cant think of one."

"Oh yea, yo momma so fat , umm, her pacemaker comes with a solar panel."

"Lame, like i said."

"Ok, whatever."

"That was funny, you actually cute when you fustrated."

"Shutup," I said throwing my pillow at his head.

"It's cool though, even though you corny as hell, I still love you duck face ass."

"Boy if you dont shut your, 'oh I wish i was Chris Brown head ass up', fawk you mean"

"T, baby you DON'T wanna start a roast session in here. I'm not gonna spare your feeling." With him saying that I kinda got scared. But its all fun and games.

"Bring it, or do you want that lovey dovey kiss kiss, cause in your mind you fantasize about gettin' wit me." I sang with my best vocals.

"That was cute, just like them nudes you sent me."

"Boy shutup, I ain't none of your hoes, I ain't ever sent nudes." I said getting defensive.

"Ok, ill find a chill."

"You so dumb Carnell,"

"T, I know you just broke up with Marco. I ain't trynna force or nothing, but I still love you..what I'm trynna say is I'm still in love with you." Carnell was about but he switched it up and tried to change it up. "So, what you gonna do with dude stuff."

"I was planning on burning it." I told him smiling. I knew he loved fire. He was a pyromaniac.

"Lucky me, " he said smiling back. "Lucky you that I hid three lighters in your room." He walked into my closet and pulled down my memory box. The box contained basically every moment that was capture by a picture. It contained little gifts I got from Carnell. It contained the good, the bad and the ugly. I only put stuff in, never taking anything out. I promised not to look inside until I turned twenty, and the last time I looked I was ten.

"I'm not looking inside." I told Carnell, putting my hands on my hips. He placed the box on the bed, and curiosity swept over me. What have I put in there, that i forgotten all about? I started walking over to the box and tried to take a peek. Then, Carnell pushed me back, blocking my view.

"No, you promised not to look until you turned twenty." Carnell said holding my hands.

"Okay, pick one thing for me to see." Carnell, nodded his head, and released my hands. He walked back over to the box, as I sat down on the floor.

"Ahh this is perfect" Carnell said. "Do you remember this?"