Please Remember My Love

Ch. 7: Come Back...Be Here

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Tamia:

My mom and I walk to the car, I open the backseat door so I can toss the bag there. I close the door and get into the passenger side while my mom waits to see I'm secured then drives off.

"So Mom what are we going to do?" she turns on her turn signal to pull out the hospital. "Uh," she stops so she can look to see if any cars are coming and pulls out.

"Probably going home, did you want to do anything special?" I shake my head and she nods. I feel my phone vibrating to see it's a text from an unknown number. I pout in confusion and touch view message.

From: 8645568647 11:45 AM

Hey baby, wyd?

'Hey baby?' Who would text me this? I touch reply.

To: 8645568647 11:46 AM

Who is this?

I get a text immediately back.

From: 8645568647 11:46 AM

This Brandon baby

Brandon? Why wouldn't his contact be in my phone? I exited out of my messages and entered into my contacts but to see Brandon doesn't have a contact. What the heck? Why wouldn't I have my boyfriend's number?

I put the number into my phone under his name. Should I confront him or just pretend like it's my fault? It doesn't make any sense so it must be my fault. This phone does its own thing sometimes.

To: Brandon 11:48 AM

Oh I'm sorry babe, my phone must've deleted your number. Stupid phone lol. Just leaving the hospital so we should hang out.

I pressed sent and rest my eyes in the seat until we got home.

(Brandon)

I look around my room laying on my bed with my arms crossed under my head. The sun barely there with the slight wind rattling the windows.

I'm not surprised that she deleted my number, I mean the way I treated her, I would've done the same. I push myself off the bed and stretched. I know I shouldn't keep confusing her but she should be with me.

I mean why should she be with the white boy? She should stay with her own kind and I know you're thinking what about Mya? Well it's different, black girls shouldn't be with white guys because of our history.

I grab the phone off the bed to text her back an okay. I go over to the closet to see what I can wear so I can look good for Tamia.

Tamia:

I feel hands shaking me, "Tamia we're at home," I slowly open my eyes to see our house in front of us. I shift up into the seat while my mom closes her door and getting the bag out of the backseat.

I rub the sleep out of my eyes and get out of the car. My mom and I walk onto the porch while I wait for her to open the door. She searches through her purse to find the house keys and I shift on the other foot, annoyed because this always happens.

When she finally finds them I exhale and she laughs awkwardly. She puts the key in and opens the door but something stops me from going in with her.

"Tamia!" I look behind me to see Kevin in a grey beanie with a maroon shirt and black skinny jeans on top of black vans coming towards us. I look at him and smile at him. "Hey love," I smile with warmth coming to my cheeks.

He looks at me with wide hopeful eyes but shakes his head. What? Why is he always looking hopeful? I turn around to see if my mom noticed it but I see the front door closed. I guess she already went in?

Kevin steps awkwardly on the porch steps, "Hi," he breathes lightly.

Is he okay? "Well are you going to hug me or not?" I ask with my arms extended and he smiles nodding eagerly. He walks closer to me and stops in front of me, grabbing me close to his chest.

I hug him back with my arms lazily on his neck while he lays his dangerously on my lower back. He pulls me closer if that's even possible while I tightly hold onto his neck to keep my balance.

I feel him lay his head on my shoulder and in the process I feel his cool warm breath on my ear. I find myself thinking about the dream and remove myself from him.

"Why are you blushing pretty cheeks?" he smiles with that SAME DAMN SMILE from the dream! What is he trying to do to me? "N-n-no, I'm n-n-not blu-blu-blushing," I stutter awkwardly and he deepens that sexy, er I mean that...let's just call it that smile.

He opens his mouth but closes it when he turns around and he turns back around to look at me with angry green eyes. Wait what's wrong with him? I look around him to see Brandon in his jeep, clenching his jaw.

Wow he's already here? "Kevin I have to g-,"

"Go? Yeah I figured," he cuts me off rudely and starts to stalk off the porch but I grab his hand to stop him. His hand is so warm and I feel that my hand belongs there, I look up at Kevin to see he's looking back at me weirdly. I shake my head because damn that's just me being a weirdo, "Kev, are you okay?"

"Just peachy," he tries to smile but I can tell its fake. "Well okay, I'll come over, alright?" he nods and I give his hand a squeeze and he gives me a genuine smile and walks off the porch.

I walk off the porch and get into the car.

"Hey baby," he kisses my cheek and I smile at him, "Hey," he smiles back.

"Do you know what's going on with Kevin?" I look over at him walking home and back at Brandon. He rolls his eyes, "Eh, I wouldn't worry about it baby," I nod slowly.

"I guess," he smiles and pulls out the driveway while my eyes never leave Kevin.