So Tell Me (Interracial Story)

Chapter One

So Tell Me Copyright © 2014 All rights reserved TotheStarsandBeyond

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You know what I want to do? I want to get thousands of balloons and tie it to the top of my house and float up and away to a far away place. A place where I can be whoever I want to be. A place where I can be me and feel comfortable in my own skin. A place where I'm loved and well taken care of. Where no threats lie. Does that place exist?

Maybe the answer will never be known like the amount of licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie pop. Or maybe it will be known...one day. And then again, maybe the answer lies between me and those potato chips lying on the counter top on the other side of the kitchen. The world may never know.

Tip toeing over to the lonely bowl of chips, I keep all senses alert in order to detect any disruptions that may come my way.

As I close in on my target, I feel a gust of wind and hear giggling surround me and before I knew it, someone has snatched my snack away and was now on the run.

"Finders keepers, losers weepers!" my little sister ran away yelling.

That little brat! She took my chips!

"I'm coming to get you. You can run but you can't hide," I heard laughing come from the living room.

I ran in the living room to find a blanket over an object that was oddly familiar in size to my sister. How interesting. Even the laugh that came from the object hidden underneath the blanket sounded just like hers.

"Where's Crystal? She's no where to be found. Crystal, oh Crystal," I motioned around the couch and heard another tiny laugh come from the figure under the blanket.

"She's not here," Crystal beamed, followed by a series of giggles.

I slowly eased closer to the blanket and suddenly started tickling her. As if she hadn't laughed enough, she was now on a full on laughter fit.

She squirmed from under the blanket and started kicking and trying to get a hold of her tummy. Sadly, I wasn't going to give up that easily.

Suddenly, the doorbell chimed throughout the house. "I'll get it mom!" I shouted to my mother, which by the way, was no where to be seen.

"You stay right here, I'm not done with you," I warned my sister.

The doorbell rang once more before I was in front of the door. "I'm coming!"

I held the doorknob in my hand and turned it. "Hi," a guy voice said.

I opened the door wider to fully view the person. Standing about 6'2 was a guy, obviously, with dark brown hair, almost black, smooth as silk yet a little roughed up. He was wearing a blue tie-dyed Nirvana shirt with blue jeans and a pair of black and white Vans. He sparkled a crooked smile that allowed his teeth to show.

"Hello," my gaze drifted to his eyes: an absolute brilliant shade of green. It had flecks of dark blue within the green shade and with the sun reflecting on the color, it looked absolutely beautiful.

My eyes widened. "Do you need something?" I asked still focusing on his eyes.

"No actually. I just moved here and my mom wanted us to meet the neighbors and be neighborly," he tucked his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, welcome to the neighborhood," I greeted. So he's the new neighbor. I've seen two moving vans since the past week but didn't investigate to see who the newbies were.

"Thanks,"

We soon fell into an awkward silence. I looked at the ground then up again at him, waiting for him to say something else. He didn't. This would be an awesome time for my mom to come.

"Uh, so where's your mom?" I asked, looking around him.

"Oh, she's home making cookies or something. She's one of those neighbors," he smiled, which made me smile. "She said she would meet up with me when she's done but for now I'm suppose to go to the neighbors and introduce myself."

He was definitely an attractive guy. "You're suppose to introduce yourself?"

He looked at me. "Yeah,"

"But you haven't,"

"Oh! I'm sorry, I'm John," he held out his hand and for a moment I didn't know what he was doing so I just stared at it.

After finalizing what he meant, I took his hand within mine and shook it. We both laughed and I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks. "Tatiana,"

His hand was soft and his fingers were longer and wider than mine, which were scrawny and long.

"Your hands are kinda wet,"

I suddenly felt self conscious and pulled my hand away. When I get nervous or overwhelmed my hands start to sweat involuntarily.

Feeling embarrassed, I stared down at my feet. "Sorry,"

Mom! Where the heck are you?

"Are you nervous?" he asked almost effortlessly as if he'd asked the same question billions of times.

"Uh...no," he eyed me up and down, not even bothering to hide the fact.

"Yes you are,"

It surprised me that he said it so bluntly and so sure of himself. "No, I'm not,"

"Tatiana, you're fiddling with your fingers at this very moment and your not making eye contact with me. Your obviously nervous,"

Woah there.

"Are you a psychologist? I fiddle with my fingers all the time and so what if I can't make eye contact, a lot of people can't." I sounded defensive, but that's only because I was trying to be. He said those words as if he knew me personally and he didn't.

"Are you attracted to me?"

"Are you always this straight forward?" He was really starting to get on my nerves. Why is he asking all these questions? And how transparent was I being?

He laughed. "Kind of. But you know it's true, you are attracted to me." He watched me and I watched him. I was not expecting someone that looked like him to have a personality like that. I thought he would be the cool and laid back kinda guy. Not the type that asks unexpected questions out of the blue because he was curious.

Don't judge a book by its cover. Ain't that the truth.

Glaring at him I say, "Listen, I have a bowl of chips waiting to be devoured by my person, so if you don't mind, it's time for you leave," I began to close the door when something stopped me and yielded my chance of closing the door on this awkward and patent moment.

I glanced down to see a black and white shoe in between the wall and my door. I looked up at him, his hands still in his pockets but a sinister smile railed across his face.

"When I said its time for you to leave I meant you should go away, as in be gone. Now, please move away from my house,"

The devilish smile was still intact. He irks me already.

"You didn't answer my question?"

"If you already came up with your own conclusion why would you want me to answer?"

"So I can verify my conclusion,"

I knitted my eyebrows together.

He smirked and took his hand out his pocket and ran his fingers through his hair.

I glanced at him. "Okay, bye." and with that I closed the door.