party girl?
arihah
Waking up at twelve in the afternoon was normal for me on the weekends or on any break. This Saturday was different because I had to clean the whole house for "fighting".
Of course I lied about why I had a busted lip and why I needed to go to the hospital to get stitches. My mom wouldn't believe me at all especially if its about Kaydan because in her eyes he's the best son. She barley acknowledges her own son but she acknowledges him. I don't get it.
It was eight in the morning and if I wanted to be done by twelve so I could take a nap before this party tonight it was best I got up and cleaned at this time.
I usually only clean my room, my bathroom, do my laundry, and tidy up the living room. Today I was cleaning the kitchen, living room, and everyone else's room. I also had to sweep the porch and clean the windows– which no one does on the regular.
After doing my morning routine I decided to get started on the rooms first, then work my way into the kitchen, sweep the porch, clean the windows, and finally tidy up the living room since I do that everyday.
I stopped in Kaydan's room first just because I know his room is the dirtiest. I knocked a little and I walked in. Surprisingly he was up looking at ESPN.
"Morning," I said looking at the tv. "What's going on?" I asked referring to how Stephen A. Smith was getting rowdy.
"He think the Cavs gon' win against the Raptors but in my opinion I think them youngins gon' pull thru," he said chuckling. "And morning to you too early bird."
"I agree with you. He's always does this and he end up being wrong and be like, i wasn't expecting that."
He laughed. "Yeah you right lil mama. C'mere tho, I wanna talk to you."
I was a little bit skeptical. Even though I was talking to him I was still upset about yesterday. If its one thing we can talk about together, it's basketball but other than that I rather leave him alone. And even though he does me wrong, I still treat him right.
As I was moving closer to the bed he patted a spot for me to sit at. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry about yesterday aight? I didn't mean to hurt you but that slick mouth of yours gon' get you hurt one day. C'mere let me see ya lip."
"I forgive you but I still dislike the fact you put your hands on me," I said turning my head to him.
He grabbed my chin and brushed his finger across my lip. I winced a little because it was sore. Of course he had to take it far and kiss me. That hurt even more because of how sore my lips were.
"Stop! You're like my step brother and you're doing things like this," I said using hand gestures. "Like its okay when it's not!" I yelled not loud enough for everyone to hear but low enough where he heard me.
"We ain't blood and I know my pops ain't gon' marry ya moms so to be honest ion even see nun' of dat you seeing to be real," he said twisting his hair.
All he do is lie and twist his hair.
"Well I don't only see that but I see age too. You're nineteen, and I'll be sixteen in one month. That's not cute at all."
"That's like a two to three year difference. Big deal," he said being sarcastic.
"I like sarcastic people and I like that I'm sarcastic but it's not cute on you," I said with a mug.
