Twelve years later!!!

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It was the end of a hot summer in South Carolina and school was starting soon. I couldn't wait because my best friend Malcolm was going to have all of the same classes as me. He went with me on the last day of July to get our schedules for our junior year of high school.
I was so excited about my junior year I felt like something new was going to be a part of my life. But I wasn't quite sure what it was going to be.
It was officially the last day of summer break when Malcolm decided to come over to hang out with me. He brought over movies and some food.
It was early afternoon when I heard a knock at the door. Standing in front of me was a very tall lanky black boy, with bright dark eyes, a handsome face with a pretty ass smile that was to die for. His skin was milk chocolate brown that was smooth and perfect.
He looked down at me and smiled that perfect smile of his as he said,"I thought I'd come over and hang out with my best friend since it's the last day of school." I smiled looking up into his handsome face. Gah!! Why did my best friend have to be so freaking cute??
I smiled and said,"Well then I couldn't think of anything better than spending my last day of freedom with you bro." I grabbed his hand and led him into the house. He greeted both my mom and dad who were sitting in the living room watching TV. I said,"Mom, Dad I'm gonna be in my room with Malcolm watching a movie." They both shooed me away.
He put the movie in as we sat on my bed. I couldn't help but noticing how different we were from each other looks wise. I was fair skinned, with curly brown hair and and bright green eyes I was just so plain looking there would be no way in hell that he would ever fall for me.
He looked over at me and smiled and said,"You look pretty today." My cheeks went red,"Thanks Malcolm, you look pretty too." He laughed at me and said,"Girl you crazy."
Once the movie got started good we ended up laying down cuddling with each other as we watched the movie. We watched the Patriot. It was like three hours long and it was really sad. When the movie ended I started crying.
Malcolm looked over at me as he wiped  away the tears,"Maybe you shouldn't watch movies like that." I looked at him funny, "Why?" He smiled softly, "Because they make you cry and I hate to see you cry." My face went hot and I'm pretty sure my face was as red as a tomato.
I didn't know exactly what to say I was kinda at a lost for words. He had never said anything like that to me. What was going on with him? Why was he acting so funny towards me? It wasn't that I didn't like it but it was weird.
After the movie Mom invited him over for dinner like she always did whenever he came over. For some odd reason he always liked to help my mom in the kitchen. He would always talk to her and ask her for advice on things, sometimes about me.
The main subject lately had been about me and I didn't know why. I hated that he always confided to my mom instead of me sometimes. I know I shouldn't have but I did anyways, I snuck around the corner listening in on the conversation that Malcolm and my mom were having.
I heard him say,"Mrs. Wiles, I don't know if should tell her how I feel. What if it ruins our friendship. I really love her and care about her and I don't want to be with anyone other than her. But I don't know how to tell her." I heard my mother take a long sigh,"Well, Malcolm, I'm not sure what to tell you. All I know is that it takes time for things like love to work out." "But Mrs. Wiles I've given it twelve years what should I do?" "Wait" was all she said. I knew they were talking about me.
After supper I walked Malcolm out to his car. He acted like he wanted to say something to me but didn't. Before he left he hugged me tightly pressing me against his body. Before he got into his car he said,"I'll see you in the morning. Remember I'm picking you up." I nodded and said,"Okay. Well bye. I love you." He smiled at me and said,"I love you too." Then he got into his car and left.

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