David's Clover|Short Story

06.

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I DON'T KNOW why I told this nigga did he wanna come in.

Wait....yes I do.

I didn't really want our day to end. It wasn't even seven yet.

And although I felt plum stupid asking him did he want to come in, a small part of me also didn't want to be alone tonight.

He looked a bit surprised too as he continued to look at me.

"You sure?"

"Yeah...only if you want to though."
I gulped.

He began his walk back to me, as my heart began to beat even faster then it was now.

"I can kick it for a bit. Don't try nothin doe."

His jokes eased my nerves a little bit, as he walked inside my abode.

Quicky closing the door behind me and once placing my food and vinyls on the table, I then turned, carefully locking it before going into my kitchen.

"You can have a seat on the couch if you want." I said, cutting the faucet on and dropping a few drips of dish soap on my hands.

"Aight. Yo it smell mad good in here. What's dat?"

"Vanilla peach," I answered, once drying my hands.

"From where?"

"Homemade."

"Oh shit. Look atchu. I'ma need you to make me one."

I could tell Samir was making conversation to keep shit going and I silently thanks him for that, because I was beginning to regret this.

He looked all big and long on my small couch.

"For real?"

"Yeah. I like that lil combo," Samir said while eyeing my place with discretion.

"What you think?" I asked, now standing near the table.

"It fit you. All girly and shit. This a nice apartment. Wouldn't expect less from Greenwich though."

I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah."

And this is what I wanted to avoid next.

That awkward ass silence.

"How long you been here again?" Samir asked, breaking it.

"Bout six months now....why?"

"Just asking." He shrugged slightly.

"Never seen you around anywhere."

"Well, yeah...I don't get out much," I faked a smile.