Kismet

Five

Kaz and I decided to meet up at my house. My mom was covering somebody else's shift at the hospital so she was gone for the night. Again. I was starting to question her real whereabouts but I didn't feel like pushing it. Yet.

To kill time, I whipped up some chips and dip for us to eat. I couldn't believe he was coming to hang out with me. He was interested in me. I could be inviting a murderer into my home the more I thought of it, but I didn't care because it was.. him. Sure I've had little boy toys here and there in middle school or elementary, but nothing serious. Honestly, I was scared because I didn't know how to handle myself. I've built a barrier these past years so maybe that'll help me not to fall too hard. I need advice or something.

That's when I realized I still haven't talked to Noni since this morning. I texted her a billion times, but I guess it's her turn to be mad.

By the time 7 rolled around, I heard the door bell ring throughout the house. He was here. I started shaking slightly and stepped out the kitchen to open the door. I could feel my heart beating in my fingertips. I never felt butterflies like this before. They were everywhere.

I opened the door to his smirk. He was wearing jeans and a plain grey shirt with a tan jacket. It went with my overalls and striped socks in a way.

We were kinda staring at each other until I finally spoke up, "Come on in," I said trying not to smile too much.

He walked in without saying a word. He looked around a bit before settling on the couch. Even then he was very observant of his surroundings.

"So... Would like something to eat I have chips and dip with Aquafina..." He cut me off.

"I want everything. Everything you have to offer me. I want it all." He said getting closer and staring into my soul.

"Are we still talking about food or..?" I asked utterly confused.

"The way you decipher information given to you is all upon you," He paused for a moment then started to laugh hysterically.

I laughed a nervous laugh, "What's funny..?"

He looked at me still laughing, "The look on your face. Priceless. I'll take that offer on that food. I'm hungry."

"You are sooo dramatic," I said walking into the kitchen.

"So I've been told," he says getting up to follow me, "So tell me about yourself Armannn," he says while sitting on the kitchen counter.

"Well I'm 16," I talk as I'm pulling out the chips and dip from the pantry, "born and raised here in Houston, I was a cheerleader, volleyball player, tennis player, gymnast, just ALL that growing up. My parents always wanted us busy because they were always busy working and stuff like that. But we didn't mind. I met a lot of people had a lot of fun. But then soon my brother got sick and things fell down from there. He died, parents split up, I stopped with the recreational activities, and this is where I am today." I finished with a wink and a smile then threw a chip into my mouth.

"Wow. Damn, your childhood ended bad," he said, "if it makes you feel any better, I lost my mom. Right in front of my eyes too." He said looking down at his shoes.

I felt sympathetic for him. Shit. Let me stop. But at the same time I was happy because now we have something to relate to. This is our ticket to be intimate with each other.

"C'mon," I said, "let's talk about it more in my room."

He grabbed the food and followed me upstairs to my room.

"Wow this seems a little fancy for you," he said looking around my room, "actually, I never thought to see you as a sort of a average suburban kid."

I never thought to see myself as this kid either. My earliest memories recall us living in a apartment downtown filled with roaches and spiders, but then we moved to our current house and were doing other things besides playing at the rusty playground. I guess you can say my parents got their shit together for us.

"Really? What do you see me as then?" I said sitting criss crossed on my bed.

"Well," He began to talk as he brought my computer chair to the side of my bed, "I thought you were going to be like me. Growing up I didn't have shit and even now I don't have shit. But I learned how to provide for myself in ways my family can't. Ain't nothing to cry over though ya know?" He said still looking down at his shoes.

Every time He talked, his deep voice boomed into my room and bounced against the walls causing goosebumps to appear on the surface of my skin. It was like putting hot water into a cold glass cup. The feeling was shattering and my room needed to be lit up. I really felt for him already. We were both consumed into our own thoughts so the room fell into silence. But it wasn't a awkward silence. It was a warm silence. But I couldn't let it for one more second. I wanted more of him. To know him. To own him.

"Tell me more about your mom," I said cooly looking at him. I turned to lay on my stomach and stared at him until he answered.

"Maybe another time," He sighed and got up to look around my room more. I laid with my head resting on my hand. and watched him, be him. "Don't you ever get tired of being sad? Like thinking about all you have lost ALL the time?" He said looking at me.

I thought about it for a second, "In a way... but I like being sad though. I hate it but I learn better and I can express myself better. I know it sounds crazy, but it took a day for me to be happy to realize that shit isn't for me, but I'm still trying anyways. So yeah I get tired but it's for me."

"People think I'm crazy when I say that too," he said smiling at me.

"We're crazy," I said smiling at him. He slowly started walking towards me. I felt like this was the part in the movie where the sex is supposed to be. But this wasn't a movie. And we weren't together. Yet. When he got closer to the edge of the bed, he plopped down on his stomach, snatching me out of my feelings. He grabbed the remote from my bed and put his head on my shoulder.

"We're gonna 'Netflix and Chill', if that's fine with you," He said already typing in a movie for us to watch on my TV remote.

"I honestly hate the word chill. Like, what does that imply?" I sounded sarcastically outraged.

"Well between you and I," he said looking up into my eyes, "our chill contains laughing and sharing our honest thoughts and opinions with no judgement. Only our chill can be our chill. Nobody else's," he said holding his fist out to me, "Deal?"

I bumped fist with him, "Deal."

We ended up watching 'Atlantis: The Lost Empire' talking throughout the whole movie whether of it was about the movie or not.

Around 10 we were drained and near sleep. "I should go home now," he said checking his phone, "I'm sure my pops is worried about me." He got up from the bed and put his shoes and his jacket back on.

"I'll walk you to the door," I said getting up.

Once at the door we were silent. Both of us not wanting to leave each others presence.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked opening the door.

"Yeah, if you decide to show up," he said while barely moving. He reached out to me for a hug.

When our bodies connected, it was magic. My body fit perfectly into his embrace. The heat coming off of his body was comforting. His smell made me feel like I was floating. I could feel all the muscles in his back slightly. We didn't want to let go. So we didn't.