Told By Us (Completed)

The date

It was Saturday evening when I started to get ready. Charlie told me he'd be there by seven-thirty. It didn't take me long sense I didn't have many clothes to choose from. My black and white high tops weren't my only shoes, but I loved them more then anything. I looked in the mirror for about ten minutes, maybe twenty. I could never tell how long I spent in the mirror.

Before seven I decided to go for a walk. When I opened the door Juna was about to put his key in the lock. He once again looked like he'd seen a ghost. I don't think he was scared of me, just more surprised then anything. I hugged him.

" Juna, oh my god it's been a week sense I seen you."

" I'm sorry, mom hasn't been home either, I had to get some money for food." I grabbed him by both shoulders.

" Juna, you shouldn't feel like you have to pitch in every time. I can get a job."

" No Jamie. I'm safe ok. You said no gangs. I promised you that I wouldn't join a gang."

" But selling drugs isn't any better then gang banging."

" I know that."

" Then why do it."

" Can we please just drop it? Were you going to go on a walk?"

" Sure, yep surely was. You wanna come?"

" I guess so why not."

He turned around and we strolled down the side walk. I tried my hardest not to bring the situation up again. I didn't want to push him away. My brother was half Puerto Rican and half African American, so sometimes he struggle to fit in. It's not like it was 1960 or something, but sometimes people had trouble excepting him.

" So how's school going," I say trying to make conversation.

" it's going I guess."

" They aren't still bullying you are they?"

" No, actually ever sense you went up to the school, no one's messed with me."

" Good to hear."

I pulled him in closer. He pushed his hair out of the way and I put my arm around him. We laughed for no reason. We always did that every now and then. I guess the other knew when something was funny.

" Hey little Rico," a voice said from the near by park. We both turned to look. It was my dad.
He always called Juna little Rico. He jogged over and pulled us into a hug. For my dad to be in and out of my life I still loved him wholeheartedly. He never did me dirty. Every time he tried to get me something I knew he couldn't afford it made me happy, because I knew he tried.

Juna liked my dad, because he was there for me. I couldn't imagine the two most important boy's in my life fighting. So he gets along with my dad perfectly fine. Well when I'm looking at least. They did their handshake and bumped chest. I rolled my eyes.

" You guys are so lame," I snickered. Juna chest bumped my back.

" I know you are, but what are we." He ran ahead.

" Childish!" I yelled. Me and my dad walked side by side.

" You look nice. You going somewhere?"

" Yes, on my first date."

" Is she pretty," he teased nudging me.

" Daddy, for the last time I'm not into girls. Just because I dress different doesn't mean I like the same sex."I knew I was almost 18, but I couldn't help, but call him daddy. I had been calling him that sense I could speak.