Hayden's aunt wanted him to move in with her after being kicked out of his mom's house, hoping for a positive change. until, when Taurus, a childhood friend in the neighborhood, developed feelings for him. This sudden infatuation from someone outsid...
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Hayden's back leaned against the blue armchair with his hands resting on the back of his neck, smacking his lips in irritation, The muffled shouting between his mom and his aunt in the next room, his leg bouncing up and down frantically, mixed thoughts spiraling in his mind as he waited impatiently, irritation prickled at the young light-skinned male. His eyes settled on the brown hardwood floors of the medium-sized living room, a grey duffle bag rested beside his shoes.
"My heart can't take this bullshit anymore Janet! Hayden needs to be sent to an alternative program or jail!"
Janet, his aunt, tried to reason with his mom. "He's still young, Meisha. Sending him away won't solve anythin'. Maybe he just needs another chance."
But Meisha was resistant. "Hell No! He had his chances and he blew it. I'm kickin' his ass out!" His mom yelled with anger.
Hayden had been kicked out by his mom and called his aunt Janet immediately, he had been getting in trouble lately, getting into fights, and robbing a few people. The police were called once and threatened to send him to jail.
His mom didn't just kick him out for that reason alone; she also couldn't come to terms with Hayden being bisexual, she has constantly belittled and criticized him. Meisha has acted cruelly ever since.
"Instead of that, how about letting him come and live with me? Hayden can start over."
"The last thing I want is that lil nigga fuckin' up your life like he did mine!"
His heart sank as his mom's words hung in the air. He felt emotions swept through him, anger and fear. Could he blame his mom for this? No he couldn't.
Hayden sighed and rubbed his temples, He knew he had fucked up, but the thought of leaving and starting over in a new place scared him.
Just then, the argument subsided, and the silence that followed was suffocating. Hayden took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.
His aunt left the room and heard the door shut, walking into the living room. Her face was serious but understanding. "Are you ready to go Hayden?" She asked gently, her lips formed into small smile for him.
His eyes met his aunt's quickly, "Yes, it's not like she wanted to keep me here anyway." Hayden snapped as he stood up and flung his duffle bag over his shoulder.
He was compelled to finish this quickly since he only had one option of going to his aunt's place, which was preferable to living with his mom.
"And you'll be safe with me, Hayden. We'll start fresh, far away from all this drama and that bitch." Janet reassured him, leading the way out of the house.
His aunt Janet on the other hand, accepted him completely. Without any judgment.
Without Hayden or his mom saying goodbye to each other, he hopped into his aunt's car and sat in the passenger's seat, buckling his seatbelt. The car backed up out of the driveway and peeled off. Leaving behind the chaos of his past.
After an extensive and prolonged period of driving, the car smoothly passed by the swaying trees, making a beeline for the grand entrance revealing a quiet neighborhood nestled by a trees behind each house.
"You're still livin' here?" Hayden remarked, breaking the silence.
"Yes, I am. And you don't remember comin' here every summer?" Janet said with a grin, her eyes focused on the road.
"I do...I just..didn't think that I would be back.." He spoke softly. Gazing through the window.
As he rolled down the window, the suburban surroundings warmly welcomed him, prompting him to lean on the window frame, placing his hands under his chin in a state of relaxation. feeling the wind brushed across his face, a wave of nostigla washed over him.
He spent his summers here when he was a kid, and now it was his home. He was elated to be back. His aunt's car pulled up in the driveway of the house, he didn't roll up the window as he decided to daydream some more, he felt a pair of eyes watching him from afar. Hayden's head turned in the same direction.
Hayden stared at the dark complected male in awe, tattoos littered his neck, torso and arms intensifying the other males stare. Hayden sinked his teeth into his bottom lip, tugging on it slightly as the feeling of nausea washed over him. Some may call it butterflies but Hayden was too immersed at the scenery in front of him to notice.
Their prolonged eye contact between the males caused Hayden's stomach to stir. But he ignored it, pushing those feelings aside.
For some reason to Hayden, the male with his long black locs swaying in front of his face looked familiar. As if he knew him already. The unknown male just smirked and turned around, heading back into his home. The door closed shut behind him.
His concentration was interrupted by the sound of his aunt's voice, causing him to suddenly turn his head towards her as she hurriedly closed the window. "Get yo' ass out this car boy." she stated sternly, as she stepped out of the car. Hayden hopped out of the car as well, The double chime rang in the air, locking the car doors.
He followed behind the older brown skinned woman with quickness, trying to keep his mind off of whoever that was. "I'm comin' damn," he mumbled.
"Hayden! Don't stare at that nigga that runs the damn neighborhood who is blocks away from us."
Hayden only nodded at her, not in the mood to hear a whole backstory about some random dude, she finally unlocked the door and stepped into the house. Closing the door shut.
The living room was spacious, bigger than his mom's living room. It was so clean and the lavender-scented air freshener, including a sleek television, a grey sofa and a carpeted rug adorned the brown hardwood floors.
He almost forgot about her job as a real estate agent, despite buyers being adamant about their decisions.
As they casually trudged down the hallways and, Janet spun to the right and made a beeline for her bedroom. Gently plopped on her back on the bed and sighed in relief.
"And here is your room on the left, across from mine." Janet added in a happy tone, walking into her office.
"I had it decorated and painted newly for you, hope you like it! There is also food in the fridge if you are hungry!" She exclaimed with joy.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome, sweetie!"
Hayden finally stepped into his new room, it was spacious and cozy, and smiled a bit. Feeling happiness swept through him for the first time.
A bed with a blue comforter rested in the center toward the wall, a sleek flat screen tv rested on the desk, and a small dresser, a closet for his clothes. The room felt like a sanctuary.
He dropped his duffle bag on the floor and sat on the bed, taking in the new surroundings. Unpacking his belongings, his his thoughts drifted back to the mysterious male he saw outside. Who was he? Why did he feel a strange connection? Hayden shook his head, deciding not to ruminate about it.
He needed to focus on settling in and starting over, after freshening up and changing into comfortable clothes. He ate his dinner, and went straight to sleep. Hayden felt a sense of gratitude towards his aunt.
