Like A Boy [Urban Short Story] - [Complete]

Chapter 6: Romance

::Jasmine::

I pulled up in the parking spot right next to Tray's car, and the living room light wasn't on, Tray always has that light on when he's up, and it's too early for him to be sleep right now. What the hell??? I whispered to myself, but then remembered Tray sending me a message about a surprise. I cut the car off, and got out. 

When I walked in the house, it was dead silent, there wasn't a trace of anybody being here. Maybe he got tired of waiting, and went to sleep. I shrugged the thought and proceeded to walk to our room, using my phone as a flashlight since I didn't feel like turning the lights on. It's not really dark outside, but it's kinda dark in here, since we got blackout curtains in every room. As I walked past the kitchen, I saw a candle flicker, curious, I walked in, and if anything goes wrong, I got a taser in my purse. I had only taken about 3 steps into the kitchen, before I heard a voice.

"No need for the taser, calm down" he chuckled. I turned around, and damn! this nigga got on a suit and tie, he should do this more often, he look good as hell, I'm ready to rape the shit outta him.

I smiled up at him "What's all of this???" I asked curiously. I knew what was going on, but it was sweet, and it's funny how quickly things can change in 2 weeks. I mean like 3 weeks ago, I was surprising him (well attempting to, I was sleep by the time he got home), and now we've switched roles completely, whether he knows it or not..

"Don't worry about allat, come sit down" he demanded playfully, and grabbed my hand to lead me to a seat at the table, and he pulled out my chair.

"Thanks, but I slick feel outta place" I told him as he pushed me closer to the table.

"Why?" he asked walking over to the counter.

"You all dressed up, and I'm not." Not that I would, that's Yas' style, I mean I will put on some sandals every now and then, but I'm not into the whole dressing up thing. I'm like a girly tom boy, if that makes sense. Skirts/dresses are out of the question unless it's a special occassion or if I'm goin to see my mama, since she believes in that whole "a female should dress like a lady at all times" like no, that's outta my comfort zone.

"So you want me to change??? I know you ain't bout to do it" he walked over holding two plates.

I giggled "Nah you good, I just wasn't expecting it" it's the truth. He sat the plates in front of both of us. Can I just say he is the greatest boyfriend ever?!?!?!? He made baked lemon pepper tilapia, mashed potatoes, collard greens, and mac-n-cheese, my favorite. I could literally cry right now, I didn't even know he knew this about me, I think I mentioned it once or twice when we were younger, but I didn't think he remembered.

"You good?" he asked wiping a tear I didn't even know was streaming. I nodded, and smiled, loosing the words to describe how I feel right now. "Did you think I would forget??" he asked.

"Forget??? I didn't even think you were listening" I said finally finding my voice.

He chuckled "Nah, I can't forget the day I almost lost a finger." I giggled, I remember that day, my mama had cooked this exact meal one night, and I took leftovers to school for lunch one day, and he reached over and pointed at it (I didn't realize it then), and before he could get a word out, I tightly gripped and bent his finger, damn near breaking it, and he didn't speak to me for like 2 weeks.

"I remember that, I almost lost my best friend over that incident" I pouted jokingly before digging in.

"Glad you apologized though, even though I was over it before the end of the day" he confessed, and my eyes damn near popped outta my head, and I dropped the fork that was in my hand.