When the Summer Comes

Chapter 9:

Welcome to the kick back, go 'head and kick back

Just keep my house clean before my momma get back

| Chris |

I rang the door bell impatiently and backed away from the door. 

Cherie always had to be late when I came to pick her up and I bet it was all because of Aviva. I don't get why one of them couldn't drive to this get together; but naw neither one of them wanted to be the designated driver. 

Cherie's mother opened the door and smiled once she saw that it was me. I smiled back and greeted her politely. If I wasn't so young I'd be tapping her fine ass.

After letting me in I took a seat in the living room and she went upstairs to tell the girls that I was here. She was always nice to me. I was never really sure if she was just being nice genuinely or if it was because she felt like she had to since I'm Cedric's illegitimate child. 

Hearing someone come down the stairs I assumed it was Cherie or Aviva, but this person's footsteps were heavier. 

"Oh hey Chris. What's going on," Cedric asked and I mumbled "s***" underneath my breath. Made sure that it was so low; he couldn't hear me. 

 Never could I stand being in this house while he was home. If it was up to me I wouldn't have anything to do with the sperm donor, but my mom forced me to attempt at a father/son relationship with him. 

"Nothing much. How's everything with you," I pretended to act as if I was interested. I was always good with acting s*** like this. 

"Everything's good . You know. Same ol' same ol," he responded in a corny tone. This is bad. We must have some of the driest conversations to ever exist. 

 "I actually wanted to take you out to dinner sometime next week Just you and me. You know catch up," he continued and I looked at him bewilderedly. What the hell is this? 

"No thanks. I'm good," I quickly responded and he glanced back at me just as confused as I was.

"Come on Chris. How long are you going to keep holding on to the past? I'm trying here." Trying ain't good enough. If he really cared then he would've tried a long time ago. 

"Look man. I don't need you to take me out because you have pity on me or feel sorry for me." 

"It's not even like that son." I cut him off because I had a feeling where this was going. 

"Can we talk about this later. Right now really ain't the time." He sighed and put his hands over his head. 

"All right. When you wanna, let me know or just....hit me up. That's what you kids say now-a-days. Right?" If this negro wasn't the corniest person in the world, I don't know who is. 

"Yeah, just stick to calling," I replied and got up, "tell Cherie I'm outside waiting in the car." I had to get out of there.

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After about twenty minutes Aviva and Cherie came out all dressed up. For what? Who even knows. It's just supposed to be a kick back, not a party. 

"Yo, why yall always be taking so long? And where are yall going? Obama coming to town or some s***?" 

They laughed and I shook my head.

"My bad," Cherie apologized still laughing. 

"And yall bathed with your damn perfumes or what? Yall got my car smelling like hoes juice," this time I laughed and Cherie slapped me in the back of my head.