Beloved: Lovable, yet in a non sexual way. Able to love one without purpose of intercourse. Means special in a way that is beyond that of lust, but means the purest of love.
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I can't believe you was actin' out like that Lexus!" my grandma shakes her head repeating what she's been saying for the last couple of hours. I guess every time she thinks about it, it upsets her but it ain't even really my fault. The bitch should've minded her buisness and then the topic of her mom wouldn't of came up.
I wasn't trying to be a asshole earlier I just felt like she was being fake. Ain't nobody that happy everyday.
"You wasn't raised like that. Ion know where you get that from" she mumbles rocking back and forth in her chair. "Ight I get it" I stand up from the stairs of our porch.
"Where you goin' Lexus?"
"Corner store" I tuck my hands inside the pockets of my hoodie while I walk up the street. I needa get away from her for a while. Sometimes ion think my grandma understands the fact that I wanna be alone but I get why she don't like me to be. Growing up I always had real bad depression from seeing my mom getting killed right in front of me. It used to mess with my head a lot, it still does but I know how to control it i guess. I just don't think about none of it nomore, I block out all the bad shit so I won't haul off and kill myself. My lil method might not be labeled as healthy but it's been working for ten years so I think I'll be straight.
"Coming in on your off day? Boy I think you love me" my boss Mr. Calvin yells from behind the counter. "Nah man" I laugh.
"You love me when that paycheck comes in" he jokes. "Damn right." My grandma hooked me up with this job at the gas station since she's friends with Calvin and if I must say Calvin pays me a good amount of money.
"Negro why you here?"
"Lemme get some swishers and ah pack of cigarettes" I chuckle lowly. "White grape and Marlboro?" he asks already knowing the answer. Nodding my head I slide him the money.
"See you at work tomorrow" he hands me my change and the bag of stuff. "Ight man" I take the pack of cigarettes out I been craving since early this morning. I take one out and I tuck the box in my back pocket. As I light it I see lil mama from church walking up the sidewalk with a brown paper bag. The only way I recognized her is because of her weird church get up she was wearing earlier when we met.
I speed up my pace noticing her walk up towards me. I'm clearly not a people person and she should've got that through her head when we met.
"Hey Lexus right?" I stop walking so she can catch up. "Wuzzam?" I blow smoke out my nose waiting on shawty to walk up to me.
"Want some candy?" she smiles shaking the brown paper bag in her hand up. Ignoring her question completely I continue to smoke. "Cigarettes are bad you know" she looks up at me while she unwraps a now&later with her front teeth.
"Did I ask you?" I look her up and down then I start walking again. Ion wanna be mean to the girl again so imma go 'head and leave this broad here. "Wait. Are you guys still coming over for dinner? Is Ms. Maylenne allergic to anything? Are you aller-"
"Anybody ever told you, you talk a lot?" I sigh tossing my cigarette in the grass annoyed with her presence. "My grandma ain't allergic to nothin'"
"Sometimes. What about you? You allergic to anything?" I shake my head no hoping that would be the end of our conversation. "Well I'm allergic to all things tomato- oh and I'm allergic to latex." she adds eating more candy.
"Cool"
She squints her eyes then shades her face with her left hand. "I want a ice cream cone, you?" I shake my head no while I watch her take a crisp five dollar bill out her purse. "Wait for me while I get our ice cream" I frown. I hope this girl just don't go around Houston doing this all the time, she could run into some real fuckin' weirdos but I'm almost positive it wouldn't bother her if she did. It seems like every lil thing makes her happy and it's annoying as hell.
"Okay so I got you one scoop of chocolate ice cream and I have two scoops of butter pecan" she hands me the cone with a napkin wrapped securely around it.
"What's ya name again?" I stare at her with no expression.
"Rayne"
"Rayne" I repeat butchering it, I'm not good with names at all. She laughs shaking her head. "It's just Rain with a y and e"
"Right. I said dat Rayne" I say it correctly this time. "Anyways why you forcin' yourself on me? Does your daddy know where you at?" I ask licking the side of my cone. For the first time today I see her frown. "Forcing myself on you?"
"Yeah. We been walkin' through my hood fa almost a hour and I barely even said two words ta you until now. Wassup? You one of them fuck everybody in tha church typa pk's? Cause if you are I gotta girl back home lil mama, take that hoe shit elsewhere" she stops walking so I stop too.
"First off I'm nineteen years old which means I'm an adult, just because I'm a pk doesn't mean I can't live my life the way I want to and secondly I'm in no way trying to force myself on you. I just thought it would be a good idea to spark up conversation when I saw you. I thought we were having a good time, wow this is coming out of left field" she says as if I already should've known.
"And no disrespect but I'm not interested. I have a boyfriend" she digs in her pocket and slips a small ass diamond ring on her finger.
"You engaged?" she looks down at the ring and her eyes light up causing her smile to come back. "Maybe." she holds her hand out so I can see the ring up close. I'm not tryna knock him or their relationship but the tiny diamond on her ring is unacceptable. He down bad for that.
"Your daddy don't know does he?" I smile. I hope whenever the shit hits the fan I'm front and center, I may be a nigga but I lowkey like drama. "He's gonna kill you and the nigga you fuckin"
"I'm saving myself for marriage."
"I feel like you lyin but okay" I shrug. I know what really goes down with these church girls. She seem sweet but I'm sure if I wanted to fuck she'd be down.
"Why do you think I'm lying?" we find a bench to sit at since it's getting dark out. I look down at my phone to see a bunch of notifications, only one stood out. It was from my girl Vanessa I'll hit her up later. "Why I think you lyin'? I mean you ah cute girl, I'm sure a lot of niggas wanna..." I do a lil gesture to insinuate I'm talking about sex. Her cheeks turn different shades of red as I talk.
"I'm not like that" she talks softer than before looking out into the street. I watch her play with the popcorn box ring on her finger wondering why I'm even having a conversation with this girl. I barely talk to people unless I feel it's necessary but here I am talking to this strange broad.
"Yeah I heard dat before" __________________________
Weird place to stop but yeah I had to break up this chapter into two parts...
What do you think about Lexus & Rayne's different personalities?
