Write About Me

Chapter Five: Dialogue

February 14th, 2004 - Harlem, New York

Phabiola Fenty.

I sighed as I sat up against the wall on the bed. My mom went to work early today, and won't get off until late. Stupid Valentine's Day. If I can't spend it with Chris, I thought I could at least be able to spend it with my mom. Yet, she has to work. I pulled out my journal from my bed, which is a separate notebook from my story notebook. I only write in it when I have dreams. I dream allot so it's filled with them. But my dream this time was weird and different from what my dreams are normally about. I pulled the pencil from my hair and began writing.

I was sitting on the fire escape like a normal day for me. I always sit out there at least once everyday. The breeze was combing through my sandy brown hair. I felt someone step beside me. I looked to the right and I saw Chris. But, he looked different. Older. I remember him saying.

"Phabi.." Trailing off. "Come back inside."

And I asked him. "For what?"

Yet my voice sounded a bit older too.

"Cause you said you wanted to talk to me about something and it's too chilly out here 'lil bit." He smirked.

I remember nodding and we went back into the apartment. It looked different. There was a tv, even furniture. Real furniture. He pulled me to sit with him on the bed, and I stared at him.

"Oh! Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about yesterday.." I stated.

He furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"What about it?" He got closer.

I didn't even know what I was talking about. I myself wanted to know what happened yesterday.

"You-we-you kissed me."

Chris, kissing me?! Ewww what the hell? That's like my brother. That's disgusting. Incest almost. Pretty damn gross. I can't believe I even dreamt that. But what he said next really shocked me.

"I kissed you? I don't think so. If it was someone kissing someone else it was you 'lil bit."

Why in the hell would I kiss that? I haven't even had my first kiss yet. Yet I kissed that thing. My best friend don't get me wrong but. Ewww isn't that illegal? To do things like that with your sibling? I don't know but I was pretty weirded out.

"I wanted to." I replied.

That's when I knew for sure this was a dream. In no shape or form have I wanted to kiss Chris. Ever. I remember him pulling me closer to him by my waist, and it made tingles where he had his hands. His lips were at my ear I think. And he whispered something like.

"I'm gonna kiss them lips someday."

I remember thinking well didn't we already kiss supposedly which is gross! But still. I remember blushing hard. His hands were still on my waist. I guess I knew what he was referring to but I still didn't know what he was referring to.

"I don't know about all tha-" I remember my sentence was cut short by a gasp from me.

Chris' lips were attacking my neck. Like a leech. In the dream it made me feel fuzzy but here in the real world I was freaking out. That's gross and very illegal. I'm like fourteen and he's nineteen, and he's like my brother. Chris could possibly be charged twice for things like this. But I remember a weird sound coming from me, and he laid me back.

"There." He said when he lifted up from me.

"What?"

He grabbed my hand, and pulled me with him to the bathroom. When he flicked the light switch on, I noticed how much older and mature I looked first before seeing the big ass bruise on my neck.