Dangerous Curves (UNDER RECONSTRUCTION)

Chapter 16

Forever POV

"Let me get ahhh? Number one instead of the soda, I'll take a ice tea, it's still a dollar right?" The cashier nodded her head. "Cool cool"

"Can you order for me please. I got to use the bathroom" Jolié said rushing to that direction.

"Well I guess she's have the same thing but make that a sprite" I said.

I brung our food back to the table. I was hungry as hell, I just couldn't wait. What's up with girls and the bathroom? Their be in there forever if they have too.

I was munching on my Big Mac when Jolié came back. I watched her every move, as I always did. I love the way she ate, it was cute the way she tried to act all cute when we would eat together. I was feeling Jolié on a serious note. These couple of weeks she been here has been hella trill. All week, I was thinking of numerous of ways to ask her out. But something seems to stop me every time. At times I just wanna blurt it out and then again I want it to be special.

"Ay before you sit down can you go give me some barbecue sauce for my fries, pretty please" Giving her the famous puppy dog eyes.

"Only because you said please" She said turning around.

I quickly grabbed her Big Mac, pulling out an old pen.

I wrote:

"Will you be my girl?"

I snapped the box close and pretended like nothing happen.

"Huh, that bitch over almost got that ass tapped" She said handing me the sauce.

"Chill ma chill ma" I said stuffing my face with fries.

"No! I guess she thought I was skipping her, call herself checking me. Bitch please my own mother can't even check me" She rampered
on.

I didn't say anything, best thing for her to do is vent. So I stayed quiet, hoping she would open the box.

"You ain't gone eat?" Eagerly saying, wishing she would open the box.

"I done loss my appetite, I'll eat it later"

Damn.

"Alright"

"Can we go now please"

"Sure, let's roll"

Then we cruise on back to my crib.

•••••

Jolié fell asleep before we could get back to the house, so I knew she wasn't going to be eating no time soon.

The moment we step foot in my apartment, off her shoes went. She threw her food into the microwave and took a nap on the couch. It was seven o'clock in the evening. I was in the same boat she was in; tired. The heavy food on my stomach lead me to become sleep. I was welcome by my bed , plopping down the edge, drifted into what would he a peaceful sleep.