DeLante and I sat next to each other on the bus stop bench. He pulled off his hood and looked into the mirror. "Damn, my hair is JACKED UP," he mumbled.
I laughed and pulled my phone out of my pocket. It was my favorite object in the world, next to my laptop. My phone was the first thing I had gotten with my very first pay check. It was an iPhone, and of course I had waited till it wasn't at an unbelievable price of $500.00. I smiled at it and dragged the lock button to unlock it. I had two new messages:
D:
Think about it.
Lante:
Ay u got a comb? :O
I rolled my eyes and looked at DeLante. He put his phone away. "You ghetto ass, you gonna text me and we're right next to each other!" I punched him in the arm and he flinched.
"Dang, calm down," he said angrily. "With yo' man hands," he added under his breath, rubbing his arm.
I ignored his comment and stared at D's messages. D was actually Derrel, but everyone called him by his first initial because he was the leader of the pack. Everyone respected him, but DeLante was his very own follower, confident, STALKER.
Everything D did, DeLante did too.
So I decided not to tell Delante that I had received a message from his Idol. I slowly put back my phone and said, "How's your naps?"
Delante gave me a look and put the finishing touches to his hair. He was so cute with his dark brown spiky hair and light brown eyes. The black mole underneath his eye made him look even cuter. But I'd never tell him this, or any of the other guys, who were hot as well. They'd think I was a perv, or even worse a CREEP.
"How do I look?" DeLante asked, giving me a Zoolander look. ---------------------------->
"You're so gay," I joked, just as the bus came by. We both laughed and stood up. The rain was now barely sprinkling, so I removed my hood and let it spray gently on my face.
We stepped onto the bus and took a seat near the back of the bus. A rather large man looked at us and scooted all the way to the side of the back seat, letting out an exasperated sigh and rolling his eyes. He had a ponytail of wormy jet black hair, beady lime green eyes, was overwhelmingly overweight, and had large protruding buck teeth. HE was Toby.
"Damn, Toby, calm yo' fat ass down," DeLante said, pulling out his iPod and stuffing his ear phones in.
I laughed and scooted over to see what DeLante was listening to. He smiled down at me and gave me an ear piece. I put my feet up on the seat and put my head on his shoulder, listening to "Nothin' On You" by B.O.B. I liked moments like this, when DeLante didn't act so crazy-rude-ghetto-mean-not serious-or loud, just...sweet.
We listened together for a while, Toby shooting us curious/disgusted glances. Eventually, DeLante gave Toby the other ear and gently took my head off his shoulder. I didn't notice at first, until I felt plushiness and rapid-breathing instead of DeLante's hard chest and slow, paced breathing. I looked up and nearly screamed when I saw Toby's buckteeth staring down at me. I jumped back and looked at DeLante, who was practically shaking with laughter. "That's not funny, Lante!" I said.
I looked back at Toby. He raised his eyebrows to their full height (they almost touched his hair line!) and said, "Whatever, haters WILL keep hay-TING," he said in a muffled voice that sounded like he was eating something.
DeLante came over and said, "Sorry man, that's his favorite song." He chuckled. I shot him a hurt look and pulled up my tote bag to my stomach. He came over and rested his head on my shoulder, looking up and giving me puppy eyes. "Soooorrrrrr-RY," he said in a high-pitched voice. I wanted to laugh so bad, he was doing THE perfect imitation of my sister with all her attitude.
But I held it back and looked away. I shuddered at the thought of Toby's musty shoulder and heavy, reeking breath. It was gonna take more than a cute look and an apology for me to even consider forgiving him.
He angrily put on his hood and said, "Dang, don't be so snooty, booty." I cringed. He was such a typical player. "What do I have to do?" he continued insistently. His eyes widened eagerly all of the sudden as he said in a seemingly seductive tone (smooth, smooth voice), "What, you wanna make out?"
I turned to him and patted his face. He smiled smugly. "DeLante," I whispered. He nodded. I beckoned him closer with my finger. I went close to his ear and said, "NOT EVEN IN YOUR FUCKING DREAMS!"
A whole bunch of people on the bus turned and looked at me. I ignored them. My face was turning hot. DeLante's eyes widened, his nose scrunched up, and his eyebrows went up slightly. "Oh my God, Lante, don't get mad," I said, wrapping my arm around his shoulder.
He said in a low voice, "Whatever, man, do what you want."
I sighed and put my head on his chest. "Sorry, baby," I said in a light voice.
He looked down at me and tried to control the smile on his face. He looked the other way as I gave him a light peck on the cheek. His face turned bright red and he said with a laugh, "Man, get off me."
I smiled approvingly and the bus came to a halt. DeLante stood up and sang, "This is my stop, this is my stop." Indeed it was our stop. Right in front of Cedar Gardens, the ghetto, beat-up apartments that me and my homies call home.
DeLante stepped up to Toby and nearly burst out laughing at what he saw. Toby was dancing. I mean seriously like break dancing. On a bus. With and iPod. Singing, "You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down, when you do DOWN DOWN," at the double "down"s he went down- and he couldn't get back up. His face turned a plum color and he threw the iPod at DeLante, who by now, had tears in his eyes.
I grabbed him and dragged him off of the bus and outside. We shook with laughter as we ran inside of our apartment building, and taking the stairs to the 5th floor. That where I lived. And DeLante lived across from me. Krispy lives on the second floor, and Derrel lives on the 10th. That's near the roof, the highest floor up. He NEVER lets up come inside his apartment. I don't know why.
As DeLante and I came onto the 5th staircase, we could hear someone climbing behind us.
We turned around and saw it was Krispy. He smiled at us and DeLante came up to him, doing the brotherly man handshake, the one where they ball their fists and pat each other on the back twice. Why not just a hug. "Yo, wat up, Krispy CREAM!?" We were silent at DeLante's corny outburst. He sniffed and wiped his nose twice. "It's all good," he said in an embarassed voice.
Krispy rolled his eyes and came up to me. "Hey what's up, Kira?" he asked, embracing me in a warm bear hug. I felt his warm oozing out of me as his gripped tightened around my waist and mine around his neck.
DeLante put his hands on his hips and said all sassy-like, "Boy, you betta get you hands OFF ma baby girl!"
We shook our heads sadly. "What, what?!" DeLanted asked, as we walked up the stairs.
"Man, Lil' D. Sometimes you need to know when you sound like a ghetto MAN, and a ghetto WOMAN. Man, you sound like Auntie Claretha," Krispy said witha chuckle.
DeLante's face crumpled into a frown. "Whatever, ya'll a bunch haters. Hate on, hater, hate on!!" He said speeding up the rest of the stairs- and straight into Derrel.
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