Catching Feelings: A Jaden Smith Love Story

Schoolin' Life

Imani POV:

I wake up on the sofa. What happened last night? I always forget what happened the day before after I wake up. Oh yeah! My boyfriend dumped me and our relationship was a lie. And then, Jaden found me in the bathroom crying and told me it was okay. Then, we kissed. We KISSED. My first kiss. And my first make out. No, I never kissed Zyonn before. He wanted to, but I didn't feel comfortable. Jaden picked me up. And we made out on the couch. I don't remember us stopping. I think we both fell asleep. I looked to my right, but there was only a pile of covers. I looked over at the other couch. Willow was knocked the fuck out just like she was last night. Damn that girl can sleep. Then smelled something delightful. It was coming from the kitchen. I got up and walked over there. I saw Jaden making something. Pacakes? Waffles? French Toast? I don't know. All I know is the air smelled sweet. "Morning, Beautiful. How'd you sleep?" he asked turning around. He sounded exactly like Zyonn. I shook away my thoughts and smiled. "Good. How about you?" I asked. "Very good. I'm making French Toast, want one?" he asked. "Yeah, but um..." I said walking towards him. "Thanks for everything." I hugged him. He put his arms around my waist. "No problem. I'll be here for you. Always," he said. I smiled. "So will I," I said, breaking the hug. There was one thing on my mind though. "Jaden, can I ask you a question?" I asked. "Sure," he said, turning off the burner and leaning on the stove. "Why'd you go upstairs? Was it because of me?" I asked. He smiled. "Um... how about I tell you that info later and we can eat," he said laughing. I was kinda suspicious but I shook it off. I sat down at the table and we started eating...

Willow POV:

I know what happened last night. I saw them making out. I saw Jaden on top of her. It was kinda romantic though. I wanted to say something, but I didn't want to ruin their little moment. Gosh it was so beautiful. Anyway, I walked in the kitchen and saw them. They were talking and laughing. They looked so cute together. Jaden looked up and saw me. "Hey, I made French Toast. Go ahead and eat it if you want," he said. I ain't know my brother could cook?! Well he probably did it for Imani. I got some French Toast and sat down with them. I guess I should tell them. "So guys... I saw your little make out session last night. How was it?" I said, taking a bite of my French Toast. Their faces were priceless. Imani's eyes expanded and Jaden nearly chocked on his food. Just then my parents came in. "Something smells good," my daddy said. "Yeah Jaden cooked some French Toast," Imani said. Jaden nodded, trying to recover. I started laughing as my parents got their food and sat down with us...

Jaden POV (Monday Morning 3 AM):

I couldn't sleep. And I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. It was so... amazing. The best kiss I ever had. It tasted wonderful. Her lips on mine, my tongue in her mouth. Ok I think I need some air. I got out of bed and opened my window. I put a dictionary under my window. We texted each other all day after she got home. But that wasn't enough. I sat down on the ledge and looked behind me in Imani's bedroom window. There was Imani, but she wasn't asleep either. She looked as if she were thinking. She looked at the window, but this time, I didn't duck. I stared. She squinted her eyes. I saw her get out of bed. She came up to the window and opened it. "What are you doing out here so late, or should I say so early?" she asked. "I can't sleep," I simply said. "Hold that thought," she said, leaving the window open and going somewhere. She came back and got out the window. She put a gigantic book under the window so she could get back in. She sat down next to me. She was wearing pink and white pajamas, and a black tanktop and had on her black Garage flip flops."I can't either," she said. Her eyes look down at my chest. Yeah, I was shirtless, with some sweats on and my boxers showing a little. "Wow, for a 13 year old boy, you have an amazing body," she said, looking up at me. I laughed. "I guess hard work pays off," she said, probably reffering to the Karate Kid. But I work out too. "Damn," she mumbled. I guess she thought I ain't heard her, but I did. I smirked. "You start school tomorrow," she said. "I know," I said. "Are you nervous?" she asked. "Kinda," I said. "I would too if I were you. Make sure don't make no fake friends. There's a lot of 8th graders I hate. Some of them are fake," she said, disgusted. "What about Kyla and Marisa?" I asked. "Oh they're the few 8th graders I like," she said smiling. We talked for a while until she heard her alarm go off. "5:45. Time to hit the shower," she said standing up. "OH! And be at the bus stop by 7:30. Matter fact, I'll pick you up. Be ready nigga," she said. "Ok," I said. We went our seperate ways. I took a shower and got ready....