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Chapter 45: Forever and a Day

"There you go... give me a nice big smile..." the photographer, Rose, tells me, but I promise I was already smiling my hardest. I was never really a picture person, but there was no way I was going to get out of this. My mom looked forward to me taking my senior pictures since I started high school. That's all she talked about was seeing me off to prom, taking my senior pictures, and of course graduation.

"Perfect!" Rose purrs as she snaps another picture "is there any more poses you would like to?" She asks popping her head from up over the camera.

"No that's all," I say shaking my head right as I hear a familiar voice.

"Dude ain't I just say my girl was in here? Damn nigga back up," I sigh shaking my head and Simone who was off standing behind my obvious confused mother, snickers.

Michael pulls back the curtain as the short Latino receptionist follows him.

"Ingles? Yo ass speak any Ingles, dude? Como estas ingles..."

I chuckle and walk over to him grabbing his arm as I look at the Latino man. "It's okay Jeff he's with me."

"Oh okay," Jeff replies and Michael kisses his teeth.

"So you couldn't speak no English when we was back there?" Michael says pointing toward the curtains.

"You assumed I didn't speak English," Jeff looks over at me and shakes his head before walking out of the room.

"You know you didn't ask him if he spoke English."

"Yeah I did..."

"No..." I say shaking my head and pulling him where Simone and my mom stood. "Como estas means 'how are you' in Spanish. So basically you asked him; how are you English."

"Aw... well he knew what the hell I meant, shit." Michael mumbles but my mom raises her eyebrow indicating that she heard him. "Sorry about that," he says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hi Michael, how are you?"

Before Michael can reply Rose clears her throat making me turn around to face her. "I just wanted to know if that was all the pictures you wanted." It was obvious she was ready to pack her things up and go and a few minutes ago I would've agreed with her, but I wanted one more picture.

"Actually," I say tugging on Michael's arm, "I want one more picture."

I was standing in the gold cap and gown and I wanted a picture with Michael.

"Take a picture with me Michael, please," I ask looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Semaj..."

"Pleeease!"

"One picture so if it comes out ugly then that ain't my problem," he warns me and I nod my head while pulling him in front of the back drop.

"Okay so you guys can do any pose of your favor," Rose says gesturing towards us.

Knowing Michael really didn't care; I turn his body to where we're facing each other and begin to fix the collar on his polo and the few curls that had fallen in front of his face.

"Is this necessary?" He asks as I start replacing some of his curls in different places.

"Yes," I reply looking up at him and our eyes connect like glue to a piece of paper and don't move.

My heart flutters and I smile feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. I break his stare and continue fixing his curls and a few seconds later his hand his grabbing my face and he's tilting my head back kissing me hard on the lips, but then it turns gentle and soothing. My fingers run through the crown of curls on his head as his hands hold my hips, giving them a light squeeze. I remember then that we have a small audience around us and laugh in the mist of the kiss, ending it. My eyes slowly open just to meet his brown ones and I take a step back, still chuckling, my cheeks red from embarrassment. I turn Michael towards the camera place his arm over my shoulders and I wrap one arm around his waist and the other around his stomach.