FuR (Royce)

-5-

I woke up to my alarm playing I Love You by Chris Brown.

That song always has me in my feelings, so I love waking up to it.

I hummed along to some of the lyrics as I quickly shut it off and stretched.

I liked being at school extra early since it gives me time to reflect in the morning, and to do my homework!

Slowly creeping out of my bed, I walked into my bathroom and started to wash my face, brush my teeth, and do the rest of my hygiene that I do before school.

I'm a major clean freak so I had everything precise, my hair in place, and my breath completely fresh.

I walked back into my room as I picked up my phone only to see a text message from Chres.

"Hey, imma take you out today. Wear something nice. We leave after school."

I read the message excitedly, while running over to my closet to pick out something nice to wear for our "date" after school.

After choosing for a while, I finally settled on a outfit.

A creme colored sweater, with a gold necklace, some gold and rusty bronze rings, a brown belt with a shiny gold buckle, and some dark auburn colored jeans, with some butters.

I put my clothes on and fixed my outfit to perfection, while fluffing out my hair with moisturizer.

Then, I looked at my weird eyes in the mirror, and pondered on whether I should wear sunglasses or not.

I know I said that I got over the issue, I still have insecurities here and there, but today, I decided to just let it go. I'm used to the comments anyway.

I grabbed my phone and texted Chresanto back, saying I would go with him today.

I immediately got a text back from him, which revealed to be a whole bunch of hearts and kiddy faces.

My cheeks turned a dark red as I sat my phone down and looked up at my ceiling.

I think this day is gonna be good.

~After School~

"Hey, Jake!" Chresanto shouted over the crowd as people packed through the doorway.

I turned around and walked towards him, so we could walk to wherever we were going.

I stopped to look at his outfit, which amazed me.

He had on a sweater that was white and had a black pocket on the front, with a acid wash/bleached jean collar, and jeans to match, with red vans.

His small curls were shiny and of course he had on his shades.

"Hey." I smiled as we walked out the door.

"Hey beautiful." He smiled, looking at the concrete.

Ah, he called me beautiful again!

"You mind telling me where we're eating out at?" I asked him with a stupid grin plastered on my face.

"McGregers. A steak joint." He said.

Yes! Steaks!

"Yasss!" I said in the most ratchet voice I could.

Chresanto wrapped his arm around my waist as we continued up the side walk.

He giggled at my sudden remark as a group of boys walked by us.

One with blonde curly hair with emerald eyes, another boy with brown hair and blue eyes, and a black boy with really nappy hair.

Ha, thought he was cute with then nigga naps, whole time that shit look like nasty ass carpet.