Don't you break my heart...

Don't you break my heart (Chp. 11)

I fumbled through my closet, trying to find something to wear for tonight. I pulled a dress from the rack; too pink. I threw it towards the pile of discarded clothing. I pulled another dress and so forth; too poufy, not poufy enough, too plain, too fancy.

I took a peek at Kiana who was having fun playing in the pile of dresses laying on the bedroom floor.

“Why is it so hard for Mama to find a dress?” I smiled, as I gave her a kiss.

I plopped down on my bed, moping in defeat. James would be here in less than an hour and I still had nothing to wear.

“Ma-Mama.” Kiana pulled on the leg of my jeans.

“’What sweetie?” I sat up to look at her.

“Aa ah.” She pointed at the last dress hanging in the closet. It was a cream, Grecian inspired dress. It was perfect; it was not too much or not too little.

“You like it?’ I twirled around the room. Kiana clapped her little hands; “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I finished curling my hair, and put on some eyeliner. I glanced at the mirror, and smiled, satisfied with my reflection.

“Honey, James’s here!” I heard my mother’s voice calling, I placed Kiana in her crib and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead.

“Coming!” I slipped on my nude heels, and dashed down the stairs.

“Well you look lovely.” James smiled.

“Oh shut up.” I laughed, “You ready?”

“Yup.” He said as he held the door open for me.

“So where exactly is your mom’s dinner at?” I glanced out the car window, watching all the cars pass by.

“Zito’s, why?”

“Just curiosity.” I turned on the radio.

Just shoot for the stars, if it feels right

And aim for my heart, if you feel like

Can take me away and make it ok, I swear I’ll behave

I started singing along:

You wanted control, so we waited

I put on a show

Now I make it, you say I’m a kid, my ego is big, I don’t give a shit

And it goes like this

I heard James chuckling,

“What?” I frowned, “I thought we had agreed that my singing wasn’t that bad.”

“Nothing.” He smiled, “Just keep singing.”

“Wow, you jerk.” I blasted the music:

You want to know how to make me smile

Take control, own me just for the night

But if I share my secret

You’re gonna have to keep it, nobody else can see this-

“Come on, sing with me? Please” I pouted.

“Nope. I don’t even know the lyrics to this song, but I’ll sing you the next song that comes on, okay?”

“Fine.” I stood out my pinky, “Pinky swear?”

James threw back his head and laughed, “Really?”