This Shouldn't be Romeo and Juliet

Part 3: Momma

I'd just walked in the door of our double wide when my mom comes to the door handing me her cell phone.

"What's this?" I asked while slipping my shoes off.

"You're friend Andy texted a couple times," she said taking my heavy backpack off my shoulder.

I thanked her and took the phone from her hand.

"You've been texting that boy a lot lately, what would Jay have to say about this?" She joked.

I gave a small chuckle and thought, "please don't let her catch on that I like this kid! I know I'm not supposed to but I really do! This sucks, I need to find someone to talk to about my situation."

My mom and I walked into the main part of the house, and I'd decided to take a look at the messages. They were the usual "hey, what's up?" texts. He had an odd way of texting that takes quite a bit of decoding, but after a while you start to understand it. I texted him back telling him I'd just walked in the door. We had a casual conversation up until he brought up what had happened in English.

 (A.N. To be sure the reader understands the texts from Andy, I'll be sure to write them in proper English, but the emoticons stay :D .)

Andy: So... do you really like me?

Me: Yes, I wouldn't lie about something like that. My question is: do you really like me or am I just gonna be that rebound girl?

Andy: I honestly do like you, I have for a while now. I just didn't want to say anything cos I already had Jules.

Me: O////O wait... You two seemed like you really loved each other, even though there were rumors about Jules and Manny going around.

Andy: I thought we were but I guess hearts really do change.

Me: I can vouch for that last statement. 

Andy:  Well obviously. You like me rather than that kid in Michigan.

Me: I know. I kind of feel bad though cos I really like you, and I told him that I loved him back before. Now I feel like I might break his heart. This distance thing really sucks, I don't see how he can handle it. I feel like a total bitch.

Andy: Heidy. You're not a bitch. Like you said: your heart and feelings change. This time, they changed because they knew that there was someone out there that cares and wants you more than he does. You told me before that he hardly talks to you, and when you do talk he wants pics of your tits! That's disrespectful right there, and that does NOT fly well with me.

Mom came to claim her phone just as I was about to text him back. I asked her to let me send him one more to tell him I had to go. She gave consent and I quickly texted.

Andy, I've gotta go, momma needs her phone. Thank you for getting your thoughts and feeling out there. I've to tell you this before I go though, I've also liked you for a while now. I just didn't want to ruin the relationships we all had. Now I must go chores and homework call for me. Bye Black Star.

After the message sent I deleted the messages. I know how momma was about snooping through our texts, she was a curious and cautious woman. Normally I wouldn't mind but this was a matter I didn't want her to know about just yet. She had always worried about her girls dating guys of color because of how my oldest sister's ex-boyfriend acted. I couldn't tell her, not yet.

A few weeks pass and Andy and I are texting each other almost daily. My mom insists that I text Jay once in a while but I just tell her the same thing, "I did, I'm still waiting for a response." I was serious too, I'd texted him almost everyday and didn't get anything back until it was time for bed. While Jay was ignoring me, Andy and I were becoming closer. We'd talk about almost anything that came to mind, but the main topic was whether we should date or not. 

One day after school we stayed after for art club. We were talking and he'd asked, "would you seriously date me?"

I gave him a curious look and said as I tilted my head to the side, "Yes. I thought we established this."

"I know, I just wanted to hear you say it," he grinned.

"He has a smile that could light up a room," I thought as I smiled right back at him.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

I responded back in a sarcastic tone so he would think I was joking,"You're smile, it's quite nice you know."

He smiled again, "I know, I know. It's amazing."

"I wasn't joking. I seriously was thinking about your smile."

He was still smiling, "Why, does my smile make you smile?"

I started to blush, "yes. I love to see you smile, it shows me that you know everything will be alright."

He turned toward me, and said, "I do know everything will be alright, the question is: will you be alright if you break if off with Jay."

I stared through him for a moment, thinking about what would happen.

"It's going to hurt no matter what. I won't date you right away. Also, I want you to know that I've been planning to break it off with him since Christmas break when I went up there. I don't want you to go get a big head thinking that I'm ending it with him to date you. God, I sound like a horrible person." I said.

"Hey, you're not horrible! You're just doing what you think is right." He said, almost taking my hand in his but decided against it. "If it makes you feel better, I think you're wonderful."

"You're just saying that so I'll go out with you," I laughed.

He half smiled, "Can't blame me for trying, but I am almost absolutely sure that you'll date me."

I laughed at him and playfully hit his shoulder, "ah, I gotta go, my bus finally got here. Thanks for staying after with me." 

"Ditto, I'll text you alright?" He said as he waved good bye and walked to his bus.

I nodded and smiled a little.

I got home, took my shoes off, put my bag down next to the chaise, and plopped down on the couch.  I looked around the living room. It was quaint, we had two bookshelves that reached the ceiling, and  the one closest to the front door, that we hardly use, had a record player on the middle shelf. The records were on the shelf below it, collecting dust. That was when I thought about the Abbey Road record I had stashed away in my room for safe keeping. My mind wandered to the rest of the room. It was filled with hockey, football, and baseball memerobilia, and with unicorns, dragons, and photographs. My aunt's house was a nice place to hang out at, it has the home- like feel to it. I was sitting on the couch, looking around the room on the verge of a nap when my mom came in the room and handed me the cell phone.

"Care to explain?" She asked.

I gave her an odd look, then looked at the screen.

Andy had texted, "Hey gorgeous, you're welcome for staying after with you ;3"

"Why is he calling you gorgeous? Also, you forgot to delete some of the messages between the two of you last night. What is going on between the two of you?"

I was in shock for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts, trying to find a way out of this predicament.