Something About Him

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Layla Wilkes

"Layla!" I hear my name being shouted from downstairs.

"Yeah?" I yell back looking up from my phone but of course no one responds.

I don't get it. If you want for me to come to where you are call my name and say 'come here,' but with parents like mine, they'll call my name and when I say something back they'll say nothing at all just expecting me to know that I need to go to them. Is that understandable or is it just me? (THIS IS MY PARENTS LIKE 💩)

After punching the air due to being annoyed, I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen to see my mother sticking something into the oven.

"Yeah?"

She motions her head towards the sink full of dishes, "Tell Sasha to get down here and the two of you better get to it. After this macaroni and cheese is done y'all can eat."

"How long is that gonna take?" I ask.

"Hurry up and finish the dishes and you'll find out," she answers which causes me to roll my eyes as I leave the kitchen to go and get Sasha.

Once I make my way up the stairs and I am about to knock on her door, oop look at me being nice to her, I hear her on the phone.

"I already told you I liked you, Tyler," she says and it's sort of muffled due to the door between us. "And I still like you... kind of, but you're being too nice!"

I make a face at that because I never knew there was a such thing as too nice.

"Yes it's possible for someone to be too nice," she speaks again and I shake my head at that. Whoever she's talking to must have the same logic as me.

There are about four major kinds of guys: number one being fuckboys. You find them everywhere. They are usually super attractive but their intentions are in the gutter.

Number two is the guy who doesn't seem to give a damn about anything. If you call yourself going back and forth with him, he'll agree just so you'll shut up which is boring in my opinion.

That leads me to guy number three. Those are the super boring boys. They keep your attention for a while until the conversations start getting dry and just no longer interesting... It's pretty simple.

Then last but not least... the guy that just seems to be meant for you. He's practically perfect and that speaks for itself.

Now don't get me wrong, there are definitely some in-betweens, but those are just the overviews I guess. My point in saying all of that though is to say that there's not really a 'too nice' guy.

I finally just open her door instead of knocking and she quickly gets off of the phone before asking me, "What do you need?'

"We gotta wash the dishes."

"Dishes?" She repeats with a frown on her face and I nod my head in response.

"Let's go," I say over my shoulder while leaving her room.

Not long after I leave her room, Sasha comes down to the kitchen and we get right to it even though we both complained practically the entire time.

Around the time that we finished, family members arrived and the macaroni was done.

Personally, I think that I should be eating first since I freaking live here but my parents aren't stingy with food like me and that's only cause they obviously don't love it as much as me.

"Sharon," my great-uncle pauses to chew his mouth full of food and then speaks up again. "This food right here..." he trails off while chewing some more and pointing his fork at his plate full of food. "...hitting the spot."