Perfect Imperfection

Chapter 1: I'd Rather Be With You

Chapter 1:

I'd rather be with you, yeah

yeah, I'd rather be with you

I'd rather be with you, yeah

Yeah I'd rather be with you

I'd rather be with you until i'm through

Oh yes I do

I'd rather be with you until that day we'll fly away

I just love that smiling face in the early sun

If I can't have you to myself, then life's no fun

I'd rather be with you, yeah

yeah, I'd rather be with you

I'd rather be with you, yeah

Yeah I'd rather be with you

I wanna hold you hand

Oh, if I can just be your man

I wanna be you friend

Not now and then, but until the end

I just love the way you act, and that's a fact

I wanna be your number one, so picture that

Bootsy Collins - I'd Rather Be With You

Terrell came home from a long day of running the streets around 8 o' clock that night. He sniffed the air and the smell of baked pork chops, mash potatoes, and mixed vegetables filled his nostrils. He smiled and walked into the kitchen. He found Angelique in the kitchen cooking. She was season the mixed vegetables in the pot. "Damn bae, you got it smelling good in here." He smirked. Terrell was trying his hardest to ignore the fact that she was dressed in a black sports bra, black boy shorts, and zebra striped thigh high socks.

She blushed. "Dinner will be ready in ten more minutes."

Terrell wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her firmly on the cheek. Angelique couldn't control her laughter from his affection which was rare. "I missed you." He said smacking her on the butt.

"You know I missed you too." She responded stirring the pot.

Terrell watched Angelique cook for a few moments, and on the inside, he was smiling because all of this belonged to him. Terrell turned away and walked into the living room. He pulled two blunts, which were already rolled, from his pocket. He lit one of them and sat the other one down on the table. He propped one foot on the coffee table and his legs were agape. He slowly let his head fall backwards as he opened his mouth letting the smoke escape his lungs slowly.

He took a few more pulls from the blunt and repeated until his eyes were low and red. "Baby, dinner's ready." Angelique said entering into the living room.

Angelique quickly recognized that he was getting high so she immediately began to dismiss herself from the room. "Come eat whenever you're ready." She said.

"C'mere." Terrell called out to Angelique.

She turned around. "What?"

"Come here." He slowed his words down before chuckling a little bit.

Angelique walked over to him and he patted the space on his right signaling her to sit down. Angelique sat down and looked at him. "What?" She asked.

"Do you lips like this." He instructed holding his lips in a small o as if he were about to whistle. "When I exhale, you inhale the smoke, okay?"