"When my brother and his friends get here don't be actin all scared." Tori said to her bestfriend, Tyler, Tyler rolling her eyes.
"How am I just gonna not be awkward around new people? Then I gotta sit around and eat dinner with them too." Tyler said, putting on her lipgloss in Tori's vanity mirror.
Tori sighed "Well just try! Anyways, they should actually be here right now." Tori said, getting up to look out her room window. "Oh damn, they already walkin up the driveway." Tori said before sitting back down.
"You not gone get the door?" Tyler asked. "Girl Namil got a house key, why I gotta get the door?" She said. Tyler shook her head at her petty friend and put her lipgloss in her bag.
"Aye y'all niggas ready to go?" Namil called out, Tori sucking her teeth as she stormed out her room, Tyler trailing behind her.
"Why do you have to be so loud and rude?" Tori scolded her older brother, Namil sucking his teeth. "Man Tyler damn near my little sister, who I gotta be proper for?" He said—while Tyler on the other hand was being checked out by one of Namil's friends.
He had neck length brown locs that were light in certain spots, large hazel eyes, beige skin tone and was quite lanky to say the least.
He was attractive, but she damn sure wasn't gonna say something to him first. So of course, she pretended to not feel his gaze on her.
Once they got outside, Namil finally decided to announce something that should've been stated before hand "And uh, somebody gone have to sit in somebody lap." He said.
Tyler was only panicking now because she knew Tori always sat in the passenger seat so she knew sitting on her lap wasn't an option, Amiri had a girlfriend so she couldn't sit in his lap—plus he was older, and she definitely wasn't gonna sit in Steven's lap.
Last option: the new dreadhead
"Tana you wanna sit in my lap?" Tyler grinned. He scoffed "Hell na, sit on Che or some shit." Tana said as he scooted to the middle seat, Amiri sitting in the other seat.
"Tyler doesn't know, Che." Tori said, looking back at them. "Man c'mon, sit wit somebody we needa hurry up for that restaurant cancel on our asses." Namil said, becoming frustrated at the thought of being late. Fuck Tyler thought.
"I mean.. ion mind." Che said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, now everybody get in so we can go." Namil said, Tori mushing Namil's head.
Che sat down first, Tyler then ducking down to get in and sat on the skinny boy's lap. "You okay?" She looked back at Che, to which he quickly nodded yes to which Tyler smirked at him. If she stared back at him any longer he would've grew hard in seconds.
The car ride was a lot more hectic and bumpy than usual; Namil speeding over potholes, getting road rage, you name it. "Can you just make it to this restaurant, bruh? That's all I'm askin." Amiri shook his head as he touched his platinum locs out of anxiety.
"I'm tryna go but this dumbass in front of me don't know how to put his fuckin foot on the gas!" Namil said, soon speeding around the car in front of them. And when he did that, Tyler felt Che's hands on her waist, trying to keep her upright.
"How you holdin up back there?" Tori looked back at a visibly annoyed Tyler. "I'm barely holding up and Namil is driving like he's not supposed to be in this damn car." Tyler said, hitting the headrest of the driver seat.
"Hit my seat again, Ty." He said.. to which she of course did. That was when he sped up to the speed bump they were nearing, going over it causing everyone to be lifted from their seats. Meaning Tyler landed hard in Che's lap.
