Milly's Wrath

{Part Five}

I remember the first day I met Xavier. I was fourteen, and it was actually the day of my birthday. I was forced to walk a few blocks to the neighborhood store and pick up a gallon of milk; I was currently in my second foster home. As Kelly and I walked down the street I noticed a group of boys on the porch steps. As we approached the boys one of them noticed us and tapped the dude next to him: Xavier.

Now, to be completely honest, neither of us truly looked our age.Our faces hinted at it, but our bodies contradicted that. I was fourteen, with a size Double D Breast and a small little hint of a butt. She was already sixteen, but with the body of a gymnast. Literally. She was tall, curvy, with am averag3 breast and nice behind. So when we were together on this ninety degree day in maxi dresses, we were bound to get attention.

We probably made it three feet when I wad tapped on my shoulder. I don't remember how the conversation went exactly. What I do know is he wasn't disrespectful as so many typically are, and he made me laugh quick. He was also attractive, tatted with pretty eyes. So of course I talked to him. Wouldn't you have?

We exchanged numbers and I continued to the store. We went out that weekend, so six days after we met. We walked around Millennium Park Downtown and went to eat at a nearby Italian Restaurant. I was nervous; I can admit that. It was my first date, with a fine boy, who continuously made me laugh. It wasn't until we were on the way back to my house that he actually asked my age.

"Why?" I remember mumbling. I knew he was older than me because of the car. It was a silver Audi, I'm sure no body my age has a car like this, let alone drives it.

"Because...there's something." He responded, pulling in down the street. I asked him to let me out a block form my house. "You're not like the other seventeen year olds around here. You're different; More mature,but at the same time your face proves you're younger. Don't get me wrong, today was a good day, and I would love to do it again, but I just need to know."

So I told him my age. I could tell he was taken by surprise. He expected me to be younger, but not three years younger. We didn't talk for about a week, but when we started again, nothing could stop us. 

He was my solid rock as I went form foster home to foster home. He as my diary when someone pissed me off; My best friend when I needed one; My brother when other niggas messed with me. He was my everything. I never had anyone for me in life. Ever. To have someone there, that loved me....

"What's on your mind?" He asked me.

"You,actually." I sat up, moving so I straddled his lap facing him.

"Should I be happy about that?"

"If you shouldn't, would I be on you like this?" I started to place small kisses on his bare chest, running my hands up and down his pecks. "I don't think I appreciate you enough."

"Why not?"

"Because you do so much for me, and I have nothing to give back to you." I pecked his lips softly. "Well, nothing worth something."

He scrunched his eyes at me. "You gave me something I can never replace."

"What?"

"You."

I turned from him to hide my blush. "Yeah,right."

"You don't know how much you're worth," He moved so he was now leaning over me. "Do you?" He didn't give me time to respond before continuing. "You're a rare commodity. You keep everything real, but at the same time you know when someone needs to be motivated-even if it's not really deserved." He kissed my left cheek.