Jessie's Boy [boyxboy]

eight | flower boy

E I G H T | F L O W E R  B O Y

"Where you wanna go?" Was the first thing Jeremiah had said when he'd picked me up from school. He'd started too do that more often and I wasn't all that into walking home since my oldest brother had football practice... especially considering the ache in my lower back and thighs and the burning whenever I sat after Ofie had made me his lunch.

My stomach turned when I settled myself in his Acura. Pulling my bag off, I placed it on the floor in between my feet and tried to get comfortable despite how pointless it was. My ass would hurt for the rest of the day and even though I'd had sex a lot... it always came as not so much a shock but an unexpected reminder.

Coughing, I settled myself in the seat when Jeremiah had caught me shuffling. Our time together tended to take place in his car and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, Jeremiah kept me on my toes, I never really went places, most of my time was spent as Nas' or mine (or in random beds). I never actually ventured outside of my everyday life so to be with someone who actually had a car and went places...

I enjoyed keeping to myself and listening to music.

"I don't know." Shrugging, I hadn't had a real idea of what I wanted to do. Jeremiah always had the ideas and I really didn't mind letting him decide but he wanted my input on things. That was weird, I'd only really dated a few guys and those relationships only were formed because it felt like an obligation after sex. Those guys didn't know how to behave when it came to an equal partnership, only being pushed by those instagram and twitter posts about goals.

"Yo, who you wanna listen to?" Jeremiah showed that he cared to listen to me in small ways, even though it wasn't anything that really impacted me, he honestly wanted to know me and we really could be friends.

And thinking of that, I settled more into my seat and shrugged, "Aminé."

At that Jeremiah shook his head, "you mean the XXL freshman?" Nodding, I started to scroll through my playlist, hoping to find something he'd like. "Nah, he buns."

And that made me roll my eyes as I finally found my favorite song, Sundays, hovering my finger over it. "You deaf?" Reaching for the volume before I actually did make him deaf, I set it at a low level. "His new album lit as fuck."

"Aight, play it." And I did. At some point in the silence of us listening to it, my eyes caught onto him and I wasn't sure what it was about him but it made me wanna smile.

He was cute, his lips were so full and he was mouthing the chorus when it repeated. I knew he'd play it off when I said something about it and that was so cute to me. The way he tried to hide it, his lips pulled into a grimace. I wanted to get to know him, a giddiness in my stomach and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

"I hear you singing."

And just as I expected, he denied it, voice going up a little in octaves and I laughed, "no, I'm not." That was cute, as was the way he stopped singing and tapped his finger to the beat once he realized I was paying attention.

"I'm not loud, I'm Ethiopian rowdy, sent my parents to Maui now they skin look like a brownie."

"You know I'm Ethiopian?" He asked although I could tell he wasn't really asking but more informing and I furrowed my brows. That was such a coincidental inquiry and I had to think for a little bit.

"What?"

He just started talking about himself, I liked that; I didn't even have to ask and he let me in. I wasn't good at letting people know me, I sucked at that and Nas always made sure to let me know that. "Yeah, don't know much about it though, mama came over to the U.S. as a little girl, got her papers in her thirties." His mom immigrated, I hadn't met black immigrants and I couldn't imagine how hard that shit had to be. "We just got into our culture recently."