GENAHSYDE. -A Jamaican Love Story.

KENDRA

Finish with all the up and down, and can finally enjoy the party. Touch up my makeup I decide to head out front. Grabbing a Smirnoff Ice Guarana from the refrigerator.

The crowd seems ten times bigger. I find Kins, Jessica and two guys I don't know at the gate. Kins encouraging Jessica to whine with him. The whole situation is laughable. But I am happy everyone's having a good time. Mommy is nowhere to be found. But know she'll find us when she's finish. But for now we can enjoy the party without her sending us to Jericho. Mommy don't have to lift a pin tonight, cause she has people working for her. But knowing Miss workaholics yuh see har wen yuh see har.

I can feel him but I don't know where he his. So I take out my phone and send him a quick text.

Kendra: Where are you?
Zidane: Why?
Kendra: Seriously?
Zidane: Yea. Why?
Kendra: Stop...eye fucking me from wherever you are.

Zidane: Lol. (Laughing emoji)
Zidane: Yuh know dat a nuh wah mi waah do. (Wink emoji) (Smile emoji)

Kendra: Stop playing with me.

I reply smile like a lovesick puppy in the party.

Zidane: Left.

I think I broke my neck...think. To how fast I swing my head to the left.

So much for playing it cool.

And there he is smiling back a me like a bigger lovesick puppy. In the dark of the party like always. He has a few faces around him. Some I can make out and some I can't, cause of the darkness. I recognize a few like Lans, another guy i saw in Half Way Tree awhile back. When I ran into Zidane and his cousins from here. Two half naked girls are there...no I think three, but not sure if she's with them. She had more clothes on like she somewhat got the memo that country turns into Alaska in the winter. Feel like everybody is look at me now. Maybe they were looking all along, but I was so busy staring Zidane down that I didn't notice.

Zidane Gonzalez it's like I have so much word to describe Zidane, but at the same time I don't.

Let's start from the bottom. I feel like I have known Zidane my whole life, but not exactly. I don't remember seeing him while I was going to basic school. Maybe I have, because he's been coming to the country from baby stage. But I don't remember much of that age.

In my early days of primary school all I wanted to do was play, eat and learn ONLY the subjects that interest me. I didn't know shit about boys.

Then around age eleven to twelve. I realize my chest was grow...my hips were getting wider. Then I needed training bras and my period was next. And suddenly everything changes like I started to see the world in colour. I like boys, I got crushes and boys were crushing on me. I start gossipe about them. I start paying attention to my body, my figure, and my sense of style. Is this what becoming a woman feel like?

And then came Zidane...Zidane is three years older than me. So at the time he was around fourth fifteen. He was red, skinny and tall. He had a face to die for. He was different and he wasn't a Pines boy.

He didn't go road much. Sometimes he would play football with the Pines boys. But he was mainly at his grandmother's shop. I would pass him some morning going to school. But never said morning, cause I wasn't going to say it first. And I thought he could say it to be a gentle man. Or maybe he just thought he was better then us.

I like him though. I wanted to talk to him. But never said a word or made a more. He would just pop in and out of the community. Rumor as it that he was in a gang and he comes to country when he's in trouble. They also said he had a gun. Kids being silly, he was just a teenager from Kingston.

But he was there for almost every holiday too. And then he's became friends with Kingsley. And he would now start playing game at my house. And Kins also go by his grandmother's house...still never a word...he was quiet too. We also started seeing his little sister more. She was much smaller than us. So their grandmother kept her in close sight.

When ever he leaves and come back his body would just develop more. He became taller and more muscular. By the time I was in high school he started growing his hair. It was tall and pretty, cause his grandmother's had amazing hair. He looked like those boys you only see on tv, but still nothing.

It wasn't until the year i leave for university in Kingston. I got a random message from him on social media.

And we have been inseparable ever since. We first became friends talk about random shit. Then we became bestfriend share secret that we needed to get of our chest. I know there are things we still haven't share. But we allow each other to share on our own timing or maybe never.

I can always call and he picks up. I would call him crying about my toxic relationships, school stress, work stress or whatever and he was always there ...never judge once.

He can call me on his bad day and good I'll listen attentively. We have a level of respect for each other. And we never cross the line even though we know there are feeling there.

Over the years we have grown beyond the friendship level, but at the same time we aren't lover either. We are somewhere in between.

Maybe Soulmate.....
_________________________________________
Did someone say Cupid?

Is it possible Mrs. Loveable is already in her life?

Thank you for reading .
Please drop a vote if you enjoyed this chapter.