The Saint & The Sinner

CHAPTER 9

Armani

   I woke up Saturday morning to the bumping downstairs of Malaysia's two story house. There was the sound of snickering and shushing. I creeped out of bed, and looked over the railing of the stairs, and seen Mrs. and Mr. Smith downstairs fumbling over one another. I smiled at how dangerously in love they were together. Malaysia is so blessed and grateful for being able to grow up with both parents.
     "Goodmorning Mrs. & Ms. Smith." I announced startling them both. I laughed as they scurried and guided their attention to me.
     "Hey honey bunny ! We didn't know you were here. Did we awake you ?" Mrs. Smith had been calling me that since I was young. She said I had the puffy face like a bunny, and because I was so sweet, she just combined them together and called me honey bunny.
     "No no. You guys are fine. I was up already." They were the kindest people I've known. They treated me as if I were their own.
     "Okay honey bunny. I'll see you in a few hours. I know Malaysia lazy behind still sleep." I laughed knowing Malaysia isn't an early bird on the weekends.
     "Yea, she's still sleep, but I'll see you later." I disappeared back into the room, and went back to sleep. I had another hour or so before Malaysia woke up and starts God knows what. She's always up to something.

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It was 11 something and we had to leave by 12 to make it to the beach in time. I know Malaysia had something up her sleeve, because she was trying to get me all dolled up. She gave me one of brand new red bathing suit that had an opening in the chest area, and I wore my blue denim Levis ripped shorts just to cover myself up a bit, along with a pair of white sandals. By freshly manicured feet perfectly glowed in the light.

     Malaysia on the other had wore a two piece African Kente bathing suit with black sandals. It was pretty and it fit her perfectly. That's the thing. Malaysia was so perfect and pretty nothing went wrong with her. She had everything and she was everything.

Below is not Malaysia, Just a picture of the bathing suit she wore.

     We packed snack, drinks, blankets, and Malaysia's beat pill for music. We brang two foldable chairs so we couldn't have to sit in the sand. I particularly didn't like sand, so I knew for a fact I wouldn't be sitting on it. Meanwhile, we were parking my Jeep in the underground parking lot, and heading to find a spot on the beach. Once we found a spot, we laid everything out and sat up all the food.
     "Armani dig down in that cooler and get me a Pepsi." I nodded, and crouched down digging through the ice cold chest. It was hot out, so if felt pretty good. I retrieved the can of Pepsi, and before turning around me eyes were covered.
     "Malay- wait I know that smell." It was the smell of Dolce and Gubbana men's cologne, and I loved it. The only time I smelled this cologne was when I'm around...."DeAngelo!" I shouted excitedly turning around. He smiled and hugged me.
     "How'd you know?" I shrugged.
     "Your cologne gave it away. Hey Kai." I said not wanting to leave him out. He and Malaysia were in the process of making out. She licked her lips as they departed and smiled.
     "Wassup." I smiled and turned to DeAngelo but spoke to Malaysia.
     "I'ma head to the water. Watch my sandals." She nodded as I tossed them to her.
     "Mind if I join you?" He licked his lips and flashed his charming smile.
     "Do as you please." I jogged to the water with him hot on my heels.
     I ran into the deep clear water and laid on my back floating. DeAngelo came beside me and tried to do the same thing but failed miserably. I laughed, and stood up kicking my feet to stay above water.
     "Looks like you need floating lessons." We both laughed in sync.
     "Nah, you're just lighter than I am, so your capable of doing that." Everyone excuse.
     "I would teach you, but you seem heavy as hell." He cut eyes at me.
     "That's the first curse word I ever heard you use." I laughed and looked away shrugging.
     "Well I'm trying to break out of my "little saint" habits." I explained swing around him.
     "Why ? I like my little innocent saint. I don't want to to turn out like one of these wild and reckless girls. You got a lot of ass...I mean class and you need to remain that way."
     "Haha very funny. And for your information I would turn out to be wild and reckless. I know how to control myself." He nodded.
     "Indeed you do. Can I make an assumption real quick?" I shrugged insisting him to continue.
     "I feel like you're the way you are because your father is a pastor and has to keep that honest saint rep, and forcing you to follow those requirements to show that he had a perfect little saint following behind him will show what a good "family man" he is to shine light on his name. I feel like he wants people to kind of look up to him and envy him. So you do whatever you can to keep his rep tight, because your afraid he would neglect you if you weren't like him." I felt the stinging sensation of tears threatening to fall down as he spoke, but closing my eyes to stop them, I looked him in his eyes, because I was shocked I'm such an open book.
     "I feel that your assumptions could be correct, but don't think about them too much." I laughed and he joined in. I stared at him, and I heard a quick gust of wind fly past us and into the water.