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Jaylen (Jay) Soo POV:
It was finally the weekend. My first week of school was at first skeptical. A bit overbearing.
But I got used to it. Kyah helped me a lot, and the more I saw Junior at school, the more we bonded at home. It was rocky at first. But he's chill and nice..? Nice to look at too..
Anyways.
I didn't have any homework over the weekend, meaning it would just be me and my thoughts, and cleaning. Apparently Kavari Sr. and Junior clean up every Saturday. I woke up to blasting music by guys named Al Green, Marvin Gaye and Harold Melvin.
I guess they were popular back then. It was calming music. Music about love, about sex, even music about.. well, music. "Yo, you got the windex?" Junior asks as I sweep the dining room.
I've gotta be honest, I've never cleaned this much a day in my life. But, I guess I'll have to get used to it.
"Uhm, I think my mom does." I say wiping my forehead of any sweat. "Okay, Thanks." "Welcome." I say getting back to sweeping.
As we finished cleaning, the house smelled of pinesole and strawberry incense. Almost giving me a raging headache. The smell was so strong, I basically wanted to throw up roses.
I flopped on my bed. What now?
I'm bored. No homework to do, Kyah's probably still sleeping seeing how she said most of the time she's napping.
I let out a sigh. I wonder what Junior's doing. I get up from my bed, leaving my room in a hurry to knock on his door. I'm bored.
He opens the door with low, red eyes. Smoking again? His lungs gotta be on fire.
"What you need, Jay?" He asks walking over to his bed laying, down on his back. Letting out a groan that kinda does something to me.
I've never really been in his room before. It's clean.. surprisingly, he has LED lights, painted pictures on the wall and a desk with his macbook on it. It was surprisingly clean.
Like, really surprisingly.
I stay where I stand, noticing he's not wearing a shirt. He wears black basketball shorts that show his Calvin Klein boxers, and white Nike socks that are scrunched down to his ankles.
"You can come in, just shut the door." He says, noticing I'm still standing at his doorway. I walk in closing the door behind me.
"Why're you always smoking?" I ask standing in the middle of the room. I stare down at his carpet realizing how clean that even is.
"Cause I be bored." Yeah, me too.
"Does your dad know you smoke?" I say sitting in his desk chair, facing towards him.
