Love Hurts (Lesbian Story) -Completed-[Editing]

Chapter 7

"Yeah, I'll ride with you." She gives me a small smile before stepping back into the house.

I turn and walk into the living room where my mother is just sitting, looking pathetically at the floor.

I sigh. "Moma, we fnna' ride to the store and pick you up some food. Is it anything in particular you want?"

"No, thank you." She replies.

"Alright, then." With that, I turn around and lead Aleah back out the door.

The car ride is quiet, but I don't mind. There's not really much of a talking atmosphere right now. I can feel Aleah eyeball me a few times, but I don't acknowledge it. To be honest, I am still questioning myself as to why I even invited her to join me for this lame car ride to the store. Maybe it's because I need someone, anyone, to listen to my silence and not judge me or question my thoughts. Her vibe seems to calm me for some reason. It's not weird or awkward at all, just warm and inviting.

After catching her glimpse at me a few more times, I decide to break the silence with some

"So, Aleah," I begin. "Where you from?"

"I'm originally from Chicago but I've been living in St. Louis, MO for a few years before I moved down here about two weeks ago to stay with my my Aunt for a few weeks." She informs me. "Just until I get my place and my things settled."

"Oh, you got a place?" I ask.

"Well, nope. Not yet. I'm still looking." She replies.

"Oh, okay." I say. "What made you wanna' move down here, in the hood?" I smile.

She chuckles. "Oh, trust me. I've been in worse up there in Chicago." She tells me.

"Is that right? Alright, you gon' see." I laugh. "You ain't been here no time for real, so you better watch yo' self."

"I can take care of myself, thank you." She scolds me. "Give me a lil' credit, you hardly know me, Ms. Monica-"

"Woah, do not call me Monica." I say sternly.

"Why not?" She asks.

"Cuz', man. Just don't." I snap. "Any form of Rahjaé will do fine."

"Alright." She replies lowly.

Now, there is more silence the rest of the way the store.

When we finally get in the grocery store there was hardly anyone in there. We get a buggy and head to the dairy section.

"Alright, milk, eggs, coffee creamer, and what else?" I mostly ask myself, tossing the items in the buggy as I checked them off the list in my head.

"Cheese." Aleah says, tossing a pack of Velveeta into the buggy.

"True." I smile. "What about yogurt? You like yogurt?

"Yeah, I love yogurt." She smiles.

"Man, I do too. But I'm Lactose so," I say. "Ya' know."

"Oh, that's all bad." She chuckles.

"Whatever." I laugh before heading to the bread section.

After discussing which bread brand would be better to buy, wheat or white, we get both, along with some snack crackers and PB&J.

Aleah got jokes I can admit. She tells me very interesting experiences she has had with the foods we get. Like a time she ate a peanut butter sandwich outside as a child which attracted a swarm of bees. And another time where she was bitten by a squirrel trying to feed it crackers. She sounds like a very adventurous person. I don't say much about myself, I just listen to her.

We have finished up our shopping and by that time, we have found out a lot about each other. Our favorite fruits, veggies, cereal, meats, pizza toppings, and even favorite ice cream flavors. She kind of opened me up to trying news foods as well.

We get everything rung up and bagged.

"Is there anything you want?" I offer her.

"Oh, naw. I'm fine." She replies genuinely.

"You sure?" I ask. "I really don't mind buying it for you." I smile, pulling out my leather wallet and retrieving my MasterCard.

"Really?" She smiles. "Okay, I'll just have some Skittles, then."

After ringing up the Skittles and paying for everything else, we load the car up and head back home. My mother is asleep when we get back and Aleah insists that she should help me put the groceries away so we do. After that, we have a drink to a job well done.

"I think I should be heading home now." Aleah says after finishing her drink. "It's late as a mug."

I laugh. "Mug?"

"Don't laugh at the way I talk." She giggles.

"Alright, but you right. Its late, going on 2 in the a.m. I'll walk you." I say.

We walk out of the house and across the street to her house. When we get to her door she thanks me for the Skittles and says she will see me later. But suddenly, I grow nervous for some reason. I don't know why. I never get nervous around other females. I have the urge to ask for her number but the words won't leave my lips. As she opens her door to step in, my mouth suddenly opens and blurts out the words.

"Can I get your number?!" I say, maybe just a little too loud and urgent.

"I mean, you know, so you can hit me up if you need anything." I say, trying to clean it up.

"Yeah, okay." She smiles stepping back out onto the porch.

"For real? You ain't fnna' give me no fake number, is you?" I ask, pulling out my iPhone.

"Why would I do that?" She asks.

"Well, I have been done that way by some people." I say.

"I'm not some people." She smiles.

After giving me her number she goes into the house and I walk to my car happily. I really enjoyed her company tonight.

Aw, why didn't I tell her that?

I drive home with a smile on my face realising that Aleah really made my night.