When Tyson got home from school the last thing he was ever expected was to catch someone breaking into his house.........but that's how he met Seven. A chance encounter turns into young love, but will it last? With people trying to pull them apart f...
For the past few weeks the only thing I could think about was Jackson. It was crazy, I woke up thinking about him, went to sleep thinking about him. Ever since that night he's been in my every thought. I sat on my bed and thought back to that night. After Gabriel kissed me I went up to my room, and laid across my bed and thought about how I was going to tell Seven. I also thought about the kiss, when Gabriel kissed me I thought I'd be happy, I thought I'd feel the same way I did when I kissed Aaron. When I didn't I knew that he was Aaron, he could never be the fact that they looked alike couldn't change the fact that the connection I had with Aaron was still strong. I got up and went and got the picture of Aaron I kept on my dresser. I stared at the picture of Aaron on my back kissing me on the cheek. I smiled we were so young, I felt a tear building in my eye, but I quickly brushed it away.
"Aaron, I miss you so much. I know you would want me to move on and be happy but I can't, I know I wasn't the best boyfriend, but you always stood by me. Aaron show me it's okay to love again, show me it's okay to move on." I didn't say anything else. I felt myself getting sad so I decided to go back down to the party, I put the picture down and turned around, as soon as I did, someone stumbled into my room.
"Oh shit my bad I thought this was the bathroom." Jackson said. I just stood there staring at him. Damn he was sexy was fuck, he looked just like Sammie.
"Oh you good lil dude, there's a bathroom in here." I said pointing to the bathroom. For the longest time he just stood there staring at each other. "You going to use the bathroom?" I asked smiling.
"Oh shit my bad, I kinda zoned out for a second." Jackson went and used the bathroom, I was stuck in the same spot when he came back. "Izayah right?" Jackson asked.
"Yeah but everybody just calls me Zay."
"Well Izayah, why aren't you downstairs enjoying the party?" Jackson asked sitting in my recliner. That was the start of our conversation. By the time we were finished the sun was just starting to shine through the window.
"Bitch dude I've been calling yo ass for the last five minutes. Let's go nigga I can't be late." Iran said bitchin' as usual.
"Why the fuck don't you drive, I don't want to be waiting around for two hours for this damn game to start."
"Because my car is in the shop, now get dressed." I swear his ass pissed me off sometimes. I got up and grabbed my keys. "Ayy we gotta pick Jackson up too, so I need you to hurry up." For some reason that made me smile. We got in the car, and started driving to Jackson's house.
"So explain to me again why am I picking up 'your' friend?" I said trying to keep the excitement out my voice I was really happy to see him.
"Because, I said so and don't try and act like yo goofy looking ass ain't happy, Seven already told me you were feeling Jackson so don't try and play lil bro." Iran said.
"First nigga we look just alike so if I'm goofy looking then so are you, second shut the fuck up. I just said he was kinda cute." I lied.
"Zay nigga quit frontin' you know damn well I look better than you." Iran said.
"NIGGA WE ARE TWINS WE LOOK JUST ALIKE." I said getting pissed and he knew it that's why he kept fuckin with me. We pulled up and Jackson was standing on the porch with all his football shit, I jump out the car and helped him with his stuff.
"Thanks Izayah........." Jackson said.
"Zay, and no problem." I said smiling at him.
"What's up Iran, you ready to kick them niggas ass tonight?" Jackson said. The rest of the ride they talked about the game, and other random shit, but every so often me and Jackson's eyes would meet in the mirror. We pulled up to the school and Seven's water head ass was standing there talking to Tyson. We got out the car and walked over to them. Tyson saw us coming, kissed Seven on the lips and walked away. Iran and Jackson walked into the locker room and Seven just stared at me with this goofy look on his face.
"Nigga why you tell Iran that I was feeling Jackson?" I asked and this nigga started laughing, then I did.
"Because he was standing there when I asked Jackson what he thought about you, he said he really didn't think about you and asked, why did I ask, and I told him something like no reason. But Iran knew the truth and I kinda think Jackson does too. Look I gotta go get my team ready, but after the game we're going to get some food you should come." Seven said.
"I'll think about it but Seven who.........................."
"HAYES YOUR TEAM IS WAITING FOR THEIR CAPTAIN, SO QUIT FLIRTING AND GET YOUR ASS IN HERE." Seven's coach yelled.
"Look we'll talk later, cutie." Seven said joking.
"Aight sexy." I replied. I watched Seven run off. Two hours later I was sitting in the stands with Tyson, Ms. Hayes, Tiana, Iriana, them bad ass little twins Zach and Zyn, Tyson's brother Ty'ree, his girlfriend Nina and her brother Nick. Seven was amazing, him and Iran's team work was flawless, but every time Jackson got on the field my eyes found him. Damn he was so sexy. After the game Iran and Tiana took Ms. Hayes and the kids home, while me, Seven, Jackson, Gino, Tyson, Ty'ree, Nina, and Nick all went out to eat. We got to the Waffle House and sat down. Tyson sat on Seven's lap, Ty'ree sat with his arm around Nina, Gino and Jackson kept talking about each other's mom, and Nick watched Seven and Tyson with a weird look on his face.
"................So I was bringing Tyson some shit he left at my house, I walk in on these niggas fuckin." Ty'ree said laughing.
"Well maybe you should learn to knock." Tyson said. Seven just sat there with a smile on his face.
"Little bro safe sex means more than just wearing a condom it also means locking the door, that way nobody walks in on you." Everybody started laughing, then I got a text from some unknown number.
UNKNOWN: MEET ME OUTSIDE IN 5.
I look up and Jackson is staring at me, he smiles at me and gets up, like a moth to a flame I follow him.
Jackson
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