"Where ya'll wanna go eat at?" I asked as we exited the movie theaters, onto the parking lot. "Applebee's?" Manilia suggested. "That sounds good, what about you babe?" I grabbed Shamoyy's hand, bringing my attention to him. "That's fine with me." He smiled. I could tell he was nervous, he barely talked. I didn't judge because I was nervous to. It'll take time for us to get comfortable with each other, so I'm in no rush. And when we do, then the fun of our relationship will officially start. My phone rung, signaling that I was receiving an incoming call. I glanced at the caller ID before answering. "Hello?" I spoke. "Where yall at?" My mother's loud voice blasted through the phone. "In the parking lot, figuring out where we are going to eat at." I answered. "Come to Chili's, we over here." "Aight." I agreed. "Ya'll be careful now." "We will." I said before hanging up. "They're at Chili's. They want us to meet them over there." I informed.
"I'll take lemonade."
My mother and aunt were over at the end of the long table integrating Shamoyy. Outside I was laughing but on the inside I felt bad for leaving him with them. I should be over there, sitting next to him, comforting him, but I can't find myself to move.
"How long you been talking to my daughter?" I heard. I listened but didn't look over there. "About a month or so. Yah know. We got a good chance to know each other." He answered. "So ya'll date now?" My aunt asked. "No we are still just best friends that happen to be very close." I chimed in. I said looking at him from my peripheral vision, looking at his confused face. I mentally face palmed myself. I hate that I'm so scared of my parents. I'm just not ready to admit I have a boyfriend yet.
"When are you going to tell your parents about me Bahj?" He asked for the millionth time. A few months passed since that day and he still asks the same question at least once a week. "Shamoyy, I told you I'm not allowed to have a boyfriend until I'm 16." I sighed. "I'm not waiting for a year for you to admit to your parents that you're already dating. Besides, they're not stupid. You know and I know, that they know what is going on between us." He stated facts. "Shamoyy I don't want to talk about it anymore. As long as we know we together, that's all that matters." I looked at him on my iPad screen. "Aight, whatever you say." He stated dully. "But hey, your birthday is tomorrow! You'll be 15!! You excited?" He cheered. "Nope. I feel the same. I feel excited for my kick back though. Did your parents say you can come?" "You know they did."
"Okay, Jaycee. This will be your first time meeting him. So behave. You too Lani. I know how blunt yall can be." I warned. "No promises, but I can promise I can wait till he leave to talk shit this time." Jaycee compromised. "Fair enough." I laughed, shaking her hand. Jaycee was by far my favorite hangout buddy. She wasn't shy, and she was exactly like me.....crazy. If I was to have any friend in the world, I would want one like me....and Jaycee is exactly person. We joan each other, joke around, go to concerts together and act the same way. Her manicured hands patted me on the cheek lightly as my other friends watched in envy. This was their first time meeting my boyfriend and Jaycee. I met her after I moved away from them and now they probably think I'm going to forget about them. NEGATIVE!! I- "BAHJA!! THAT NAPPY HEADED BOY HERE!" Everybody cracked up laughing, except for me. I rolled my eyes and left the den into the main area, headed to the garage door. I was still in my Aeropostale shirt, pink sweat pants, and fuzzy socks from the morning; I wasn't ready to get dressed yet. Now that my boyfriend is here, I kind've regretted being lazy because I really did not want him to see me like this. "Hey Shamoyy." I gave him a hug, burying my head in his chest. I heard a truck door slam, causing me to lift up my head to see a huge man coming towards us. "You must be Bahja, I've heard a lot about you." He stuck his hand out for me to shake. "Umm yea." They couldn't help but notice how nervous I was. I've always thought that in movies when they meet the parents it was inaccurate and over dramatic, but now I see why. This shit is heart wrenching. I hope he likes me, and maybe my outfit on our first impression isn't going to get me there anytime soon. "Well call me when you're ready son." He said, headed back to his truck. "Alright pops." He answered. I looked at his outfit; striped blue and black shirt, blue jeans, and Jordans. His hair was braided and evenly distributed on both shoulders. I see he had brought a pound cake for the cook out, nice.
Me and Shamoyy was in my bathroom, having us some alone time. I pulled back, pressing my back against the wall again. "Come here." He wrapped his arm around my waist; bringing me back to his lips. All this making out we were doing caused my lips to get tired, and all I wanted to do now was be laid up on him while finishing the movie with my friends. But that isn't what he wanted. "Come on, I'm tired. Let's just go back in there and relax, they are probably looking for us." I pulled away once more. Trying to lead him towards the door. "Bahja come on, I haven't kissed you in over a month." He grabbed me again. "Shamoyy stop now." I whined. "I'll kiss you again later alright? Just calm down." I swung the door open, seeing all my friends' attention towards us. "Ya'll nasty." Jaycee said, smirking. I rolled my eyes and plopped next to her, leaving space for Shamoyy.
Later on that night, all of my girlfriends were in my bedroom chilling while me, Shamoyy and Cameron were still in the den watching Marley. Shamoyy was just kissing all over me but I wanted to go into my room with all of my girls, they sounded like they were having fun. "Come here bae." He whispered against my cheek, wrapping his arm around my stomach and waist sliding me closer. My Scooby- Doo blanket was over our laps, for my intention was to keep my legs warm, his intention was to not let his hands be seen. After hanging with Shamoyy on this day in my personal home, I realized he was very hormonal....sex deprived....nothing I was used to. I guess his real personality is starting to show, and I'm not sure if I liked it or not. I felt his hands undoing my belt as he stuck his tongue in my mouth. Inside, I was panicking but I wanted him to want me, to be happy. I mean...isn't this what girlfriends are supposed to do? This is all normal right? When he got my belt unloose, he unbutton my pants and tried to put his hand in my panties but then I remembered something and panicked and grabbed his hands. "I'm not ready for that yet." I looked down. "Come on you'll like it." He tried again, but forcefully. "Stop it. Please." I looked at him with pleading eyes. He sighed and replied, "Fine". He removed his hands and gave his attention to the movie. I narrowed my eyes at him, his attitude threw me off. I rolled my eyes and looked at the movie as well. It didn't last long though; he used his finger to bring my head towards him and kissed me again. I was tired of this; all I wanted to do was relax. After all it was my birthday, but I feel like I'm being controlled, but at the same time, I didn't mind. I've never went this far with a guy before so I was experiencing. His hands traveled up to my breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. And it was the best feeling I've ever felt. I moved the blanket completely over us so that Cameron couldn't see. His two best friends, relationship caused by him, getting spicy. I kissed Shamoyy with my eyes open because I was too busy staring Cameron down, who was staring us down. As I studied his face while partaking in lip action, his face looked washed.....hurt...and I couldn't put my finger on why. It kind've hurt my feelings to see him lonely over there, I remember when I had the biggest crush on Cameron....if only he felt the same. Meanwhile, back on the south side of the couch, Shamoyy found his way into my bra where he- "Eww too much going on in here." My friends said coming out of my room. I stopped kissing and blushed in embarrassment, fixing my bra from under the blanket. I stood up and went up to them. "Don't be jealous ladies." I smirked.
After everyone left, I went into my bathroom and locked the door. I sat my scissors and razor down on my counter before taking my pants and panties off. This is the reason I couldn't let him down my pants, this needs to be fixed. And now. I sat down on the cold floor and sat my computer down next to me. "How to shave?" I typed.
"Okay, let's do this.....with the grain, not against the grain......fuck it, I'm going to do both."
Look out ya'll, new girl coming through.
Look out ya'll, new girl coming through.
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