Chapter Seven
Personal Talk
Leslie
"Baby, you can't let stuff like that get to you." My mom said to Lyla.
We were lying on the couch, just talking. Lyla was telling us that a girl claimed that her and Alex was talking. I knew Alex wasn't that type of guy.
"If you know him, you ain't gotta worry about what a female got to say about your nigga." I told her.
Lyla sighed. "Y'all are right."
I grabbed another donut from the box and stuck half in my mouth. It's a shame that I eat so much but can't gain any weight. But these past few weeks, I'd gained a few pounds.
My phone rung, I slid it from my pocket and looked at the caller ID. The biggest smile spreaded across my face. It was Talon, of course.
"Hello." I answered.
"Hey beautiful." He said sweetly. "What you doing?"
Ooouhhh, that voice. "Nothing, at my mom's."
"Are you busy?"
"No, what's up?"
"Wanna go fishing?"
I smiled to myself. "Sure."
"Okay. I'll pick you up from your place in thirty."
"Okay, 'lata." I hung up.
"And who was that?" My mom sat up, smiling at me.
"We'll talk about it ma." I got up from the couch and kissed her cheek. "See you later Lyla, love y'all."
"Love you too." They said in unison.
I made it home in the next fifteen minutes. I changed into my camouflage rain boots, jeans, and a Tupac sweater. I was a little ratchet but I didn't care. If a man can't handle you at your worst, he doesn't deserve you at your best. Right?
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I sat on the rocks, watching Talon reel the big catfish in. The weather was nice. It wasn't hot or cold, it was between warm and cool. It was so peaceful and relaxing. Talon had on fishing boots, jeans, and a white t shirt. He still looked good enough to lick on.
"You don't wanna catch anything?" He looked back at me.
"Uh, I never really fished before." I replied. "I'm cool watching you."
"Come on, let me show you." He reached for my hand.
"I'm alright." I didn't want to look crazy trying to catch a fish.
Talon grabbed my hand anyway, pulling me off the rock. "You gon' learn how to fish today."
He handed me the fishing pole and got behind me. He taught me how to throw the line out and reel it in. When my line started to jerk, Talon told me to reel it in. I struggled a little trying to get it in, so he helped. It was a nice, big fish.
"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" Talon smirked at me.
"No, it was fun actually."
Talon sat on the rocks while I caught a few fish. I filled more than half of the cooler up. It wasn't hard at all. I was actually enjoying myself. I gotta do this more often, I thought.
