*Theresa's POV*
I woke up as the sun crept through the corners of my blinds. I turned on my side, wiped some of the sleep out of my eyes and grabbed my phone off the nightstand. (8:37 am)
Today is really special for me .. you see todays the day I embark on a journey of life that I've never experienced before. I'm flying out to sunny care-free California. I have a master plan thats going to prove to my dad and myself that I could do this on my own and be just fine.! USC is apart of that plan. Majoring in Physical Therapy and Minor in Psychology. It was emotional enough to think about me leaving home one day but I was so anxious to get started that I'd really forgotten about what and who I'd be leaving behind. Without mama being here, there was somewhat of a void that I didn't even bother to fill. But I know she'd be proud of me if she was.
Starting my day wouldn't be right without theme music. So I sat up, swung my legs over the edge of my bed and slipped into my fuzzy slippers. After about 5 minutes of scrolling through my spotify playlists, the mellow tone of Bryson Tiller echoed through my room. Flipping on the bathroom light, I looked in the mirror and grabbed my face to examine anything that might have grown overnight. I grabbed my shampoo to wash my hair first. Then moved on to my body; and after 20 minutes of lather rinse and repeat, I hopped out. Just as I finished drying off and putting on my lotion, my phone started ringing. When the face on the caller ID appeared, I grinned.
Whenever I spoke to Jaccori it gave me butterflies..
"Goodmorning Beautiful ." He said with his raspy morning tone.
"Well a good-morning to you too handsome. Did you sleep good last night.?"
After he said goodmorning, the mental image of him suddenly became super vivid. Even though he was 2 years & some change older than me, he's been my bestfriend for a while. He stood 6'2 with a medium hazelnut complexion, perfect set of teeth and the cutest dimple on his left cheek.
" You know I did. How about you, any dreams of me?" he chuckled. Pressing the speaker button, I made my way to the closet to find something to wear.
" Umm that would be a big fat negative. But it was actually pretty good thank you.. besides are we still on for today?"
"Of Course.. what kind of question is that?"
" A serious one," I rolled my eyes at his defensive tone.
"How long have you been up?" he asked
"No more than like 45 minutes... why do you ask?"
"Because you know how long you take in the mornings to get ready.. I mean I do want to take you to breakfast while its still morning time."
"Well excuse me Sir. Ill make sure I'm ready on time.."
" I can tell by the clinkin' and clankin' in your background that you still in the closet so, I'm gonna let you finish getting ready & then Ill hit you up again when I pull up."
" FYI, I just got in the closet but sure, sounds like a plan."
" See you in a little bit Teresa."
" Okay 'Cori." I said before he hung up the phone.
Once our call ended I returned my attention to finding something cute but tolerable to wear. Nothing said comfortable like a t-shirt, jeans & sneakers; So I finally picked out a pair of light blue Levi hip hugger jeans, a gray v-neck t-shirt, and some gray and white classic Adidas. I threw some curling creme into my already curly hair so they would hold and lightly dabbed some perfume on my neck and wrists.
There was so much to do before the day was over with that I might as well wait till I get some help to do it.
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*Jaccori's POV*
* Click *
After getting off the phone with Teresa I took a quick 15 min shower and threw on some Tru Religion jeans and a Millionaire Boys Club t-shirt. I couldn't decide on which sneaks to throw on, so I just put on my blacked out forces. She drove me crazy with how long it took her to get ready sometimes, I mean seriously though it took me all of half an hour to get ready. But after-all, females are difficult like that. Teresa is good people though and a true friend. Hell, one of the only people on this earth that I care about besides my grand-mom. I'm not gonna stunt and say some shit like she caught me at a bad place in my life and helped me turn my life around. (Nah lol), but I definitely improved some things in my life because of her.
I met Teresa back when she was in the 9th grade, and no joke, first impressions always leave their mark. Being that she was a grade under me, most of the time we crossed paths was during the same lunch hour. Her lil short ass was feisty.. Ha, I mean she still is. She stand maybe 5'6 now. Got that even Halle Berry skin tone with a beauty mark on the left side of her mouth, she's smart as hell, got auburn and pretty funny too. Awl... And don't even get me started on that body!. But both her parents black?? I think not!
I didn't treat her like crap but I wasn't gonna give her First-Class treatment reserved for somebody else. She used to be just as cute & gullible as every other chicken head chasing a pretty niggah back in high school. In my defense I was still getting use to the lifestyle perks of being a damn good looking individual. I'm what you call a thirst magnet, but if your not in my inner circle or just somebody I genuinely care about its a burrito (a wrap). Now personally, I think we grew more after our little fling failed. But I'm honestly trying to make the girl that happens to be my best-friend 'The One'. I didn't take her seriously at first, but we've been through thick and thin, and I ain't never cared about a female the way I care about her now.. At times when we get into it, you'd swear we were already together. Like it feels good the way things are between now, and for the last 2 years.
I met Theresa back when she was in the 9th grade, and lil mama had it all. Ha, I mean she still do. She stand maybe 5'8. Got that even Halle Berry skin tone with a beauty mark on the left side of her mouth, she smart as hell, got auburn tinted hair down to the middle of her back and pretty funny too. Awl.. And don't even get me started on that body!. But both her parents black?? I think not!
I've met girls like her in the past but she handles herself differently, hell she handles me differently. Of course she probably feels some of what I feel but she's not gonna acknowledge it because of our history and the fact that she cant take me seriously at times. Now that she's moving away for college I'm bout to miss my last chance to man up & 'fess up my feelings.
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