AYANA

Chapter 21- The Date Part 1

It was 4:38, Ayana was walking home from school. Devonte would be at her house at 6. The sun had came out and it had warmed up outside.

Ayana's POV
When I got to my house, I reached in my pocket and pulled out my spare key. I unlocked and opened the door.

I closed it behind me. "Avo!" I called.
She wasn't there. She probably went to the store like usual.

I took off my sneakers and put them by the front door.

"Time to get ready!" I said to myself. I had only an hour and 20 minutes.

I ran upstairs to the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes. The scars from that morning looked much better. That ointment Peach put on them faded them. I took a short but thural shower. When I got out, I dried off and put on my robe.

My nerves were starting to get to me. I inhaled and exhaled. I walked to my room and went through the closet, looking for that pink dress I was going to wear. I had forgotten that I put I in my backpack that morning. 

Devonte's POV

"Where you goin nigga?" asked Carlos. 

He put another dorito in his crusty ass mouth and chomped on it. His purposeful smacking was mad annoying. I ignored him like I usually do and searched through the kitchen drawer for the keys to the spare car. I was about to go pick up Ayana for our date. I really didn't have time for him this evening.  

"..bitch don't kill my vibe.." I said under my breathe. I chuckled, thinking he didn't hear me. 

The dorito bag hit the side of my face. "Fuck your vibe!" he shouted, standing up on the counter. He had on his dirty wife beater and oversized adidas joggers. His hair was coming out of wave and going back to curly again, usually he wears a beanie to cover that up.

 I didn't say anything, put all my puffy hair up in ponytail, and headed to the door. Them put on my shoes and left. He's such a child.

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I finally pulled up to the address she texted me. She didn't live too far from me. Her house was an old looking, small two story, it kind of looked like mine. I planned to take her out to eat at Red Lobster, then to Parkinson Botanical Park. I got out and walked up to her door. I rang the doorbell, my palms wear sweaty. I expected her Dad or Mom to open the door, but Ayana opened it. 

"Hey." she said with a small smile.

I just starred at her. She wore a floral pink dress, it had spaghetti straps, flared out from the waist and showed some cleavage. The dress stopped just above her knees, exposing her legs. Her hair was down and fluffy. She looked beautiful.

Nobody's POV
"Hey beautiful, you ready?" Devonte asked her with his dimpled smile.

He leaned on the doorway looking her up and down.

She smiled. "Yea, let me just lock up."

She closed and locked the door with her key. The two walked to Devonte's gray Sudan. It was 6:01, he was right on time, just as he planned. The sun was still in the sky and bright. It was May. The days were slowly but surely getting longer, while the nights grew shorter and shorter. Ayana and Devonte both loved the warmer months, it reminded them of the tropics. New York would only be warm from May to August, then get cold and freezing again. One being from South America and the other being part Central American, they loved the heat by nature.

The drive was pleasent. Devonte opened the windows, letting the spring breeze in.

They finally arrived at Red Lobster. Ayana's face lit up.