Mine For A Moment

Chapter 11

Kayon

Micky wasn't talking to me much lately. He wasn't coming to my room or paying me much attention. I tried several times getting to the bottom of why. He just said he didn't have time for games and I told him I wasn't interested in playing any. Then he'd just roll his eyes and walk away. Lonzo fell back like he said he would, our friendship returned to normal. I wasn't sure if I was happy about that. I never experienced the kiss like the one we shared, I didn't want it to end.

"Keep up Kayon, get out your head." Sean said riding on just two wheels on his four wheeler.

"You don't wanna see me in a race...you know I spanks ass."

"I hear talking...do something." He cleared out, leaving a trail of dust.

Lonzo pulled up beside me, he stopped and wiped his forehead. "So damn hot out here."

"You picked today of all damn days."

"I know, but we all been so busy, this was like the only day we all were available. Just missed us kickin shit." He smiled.

"It's good to be out with my homies, we needed this." I admitted.

"Me too," he turned his face from me quickly.

"You ain't gotta do all that Lonzo,"

"I don't know what's okay or not," he looked down in a bashful manner.

"You have to look in my eyes to have a conversation with me."

"Wish it was that easy, your eyes are just like a weakness for me. I get lost in em." He looked down rubbing his arm shyly.

"You hid your feelings good."

"Had too, niggas at school was ruthless to gay people, I couldn't handle all that. Plus, if them niggas ever had stepped to you I would've went ballistic." He balled up his fist.

"All that for me?"

He turned my way and stared at me. "Especially for you."

The way he looked, the tone in his voice, the seriousness in his eyes, made me bite my lip. "We should catch up to Sean."

"I think so too, but um..maybe I can come over later and catch a game or two?"

I thought for a while. "Yeah, I don't mind."

I pulled off and he followed behind me.

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Micky

"Micky, you said twist and that's what I did." I checked my hair out in the mirror.

"They look good, I ain't mad." I wiped the excess jam off my forehead.

"You know they do, so hush." She was cleaning up and putting away her hair products.

"Johnnisha Whitfield the author is going to be doing a book signing later this week, you wanna meet her?" Lani asked.

"Hell yeah, I wanna know if they are going to do Trouble movie next."

"I think I read somewhere they are, but she was saying how she wants to do a movie about the first book she ever wrote."

"Whatever she does, I'm a fan. I watched a few of her interviews. She had a rough life. She lost her mom at like seven years old, then her auntie at fifteen and pretty much raised herself. She said writing was her escape." I put on my shoes.

"Damn, I love her." Lani grabbed her keys off the dresser and we left.

The mall was kind of dead and I wasn't mad about it. I don't like being around too many people. Lani wanted to checkout some new shoes and I wanted a cinnamon pretzel. We had to stop a few times because people wanted to say hello to her. Lani was popular and very sweet, everyone wanted to be her friend. I was happy she was my best friend. She took my hand in hers when we waited for my pretzel.