Our Tears (Lesbian Story)

Thirty-Four

(AN: things that are italicized and in bold are in another language)

The clonk of his dress shoes sent a wave of unsettling chills down my spine. Her father sat down, never taking his eyes off of me.

"Why must you date a woman?" Her father pointed to me briefly with an open hand however, I didn't understand what he said. Further being intimidated, I gulped to calm myself down.

Ashanti, gave her father a look to which he focused his attention back to me.

"What is your name?" His accent so elegant yet heavy, soothed and rang my eardrums.

"Paruus--"my voice trembled beneath me, picking it up I cleared my throat and started again. "Paris." I wiped my hands on my pants and resituated myself in the chair.
"Does her shoes match her belt at least?" her father corked an eyebrow. Confusion sweeping me, Tee looks to my waist then my feet.

"Paris, tell him what you do." surprisingly a look of pride crept across her face.

"Uhm i--" before i could finish i heard Tee's mom tell us to wash our hands.

Ashanti led me to the bathroom then looked at me once we got there. "Calm down. Pick your head up, think before you speak, sit up in your chair, when you are talking or being talked directly too, look him in the eyes." Trying to take in everything Tee informed me on, i dried my hands on two paper towel sheets.

"He asked if your shoes matched your belt." Tee giggled in the mirror. However i was not amused knowing i didnt even have a belt on.

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Halfway through dinner, her father put his fork down and looked up at me. For the third time tonight.

"Why do you want my daughter?" he seemed to bee more calm than before.

I took in a deep breath then looked up to his face. "Since i was about 13, i knew I'd be marrying your daughter, and its not for her body or what she can do for me. Sir, i love your daughter because i know how life feels without her; in all honesty it feels like living without half a heart. I love Ashanti because she is the only one who hasn't completely given up on me, Sir. I'm a strong person, but im nothing without her."

"How did you meet, if youve known her since you were 13 why havn't i heard our you sooner?"

Now placing the fork down, i began once again.

"We met by a mutual friend of ours, we weren't really close enough to actually see each other until you guys moved directly down the road from me. It was hard not being able to at least hold her hand but here we are. Tee has always been afraid to come out which is why i probably wasnt mentioned."

Dinner went on with several more series of questions, until it was time for me to leave.

It was me Tee and her father at the door while her mom began to put food away. "Bye, Ashanti." I wore an apology clear on my face. "Goodnight P." She smirked then walked off. Her father however was still standing in front of me.

"You seem descent, but descent isn't good enough for my daughter. She needs a man."

I dropped my head in amusement but only a smirk came across my face. "With all do respect Sir, there's some things a woman can do that a man simply cannot."

I opened my hand for a final hand shake and went on my way.

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By the time I walked to my house I saw the silhouette of someone sitting on my front porch. Not much longer I recognize the figure to be the infamous Kris.

Sighing from the night that I've had I sit next to her.

"Why are you here?" I asked shaking my head. "Blew me off" she then stood up as I did the same. She continued, "To fuck, Chyna. " She pushed me with both get hands on my chest.

"Calm down Kris, damn. Even if I did show up to your house, I only would have fucked you cause I was angry and had nothing else better to do." I looked at her beginning to get frustrated, "You are cute, and you got a nice ass but babygirl I'm in love with Tee and if I slept with you every night, nothing would change how I feel about her. You missed your chance."

Pushing me one more, she began "You still want me, admit it!"

Rolling my eyes I started to pull my house keys out my back pocket. "If I wanted you I'd be with you." I snarled.

Again she pushed me, twice this time. I stood straight up. "You have one more time to push me." Beginning to unlock the door she started yelling again.

"Paris admit--" I stopped her before could finish. "Shut THE fuck up, and take your ass home! "

I walked in my house slamming the door behind me.