Coming of Age and Coming to Love

Chapter 6

I woke up to the feeling of my face being licked on. My brothers have done some pretty weird things to wake me up, but this is new.

"Really? Is this what we do to wake me up now?"

No responses heard heavy breathing and hot breath on my face. I opened my eyes to see the world's hugest eyes. I sat up fully in my bed and it turned out to be a brown and black yorkie on me. One of the many reasons why I love my daddy. He gives me gifts when he knows he upset me and I'm mad at him. The sudden aroma of crispy bacon and pancakes filled my nose, and took over my room.

"Hola, bueños días señorita," an unfamiliar Hispanic woman greeted, coming into my room.

"Uh, bueños días señora ¿quien es?", I replied asking who she was.

"Oh! Lo siento, forgive me señorita. I'm María, your new maid," she replied with a kool-aid smile.

I rolled my eyes and climbed out of bed. I really don't think we NEED a maid, but if daddy insist, whatever. I walked downstairs to the kitchen and greeted my mother as she cooked breakfast.

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After breakfast I went back upstairs and started my daily routine. I took a long shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face, all that other fun stuff. I stepped out the steamy bathroom, with a towel wrapped around me, and went to my room. I opened the balcony window that his behind my new shear white curtains. I let the wind air dry my body as I started getting dressed. As I put lotion on my legs, I heard someone whistling outside my window. I slid on my robe and walked on my balcony to see the whistler.

To my happy surprise the whistler was Khalil. He was strutting the streets in an Adidas track suit, with husbands in his pockets.

Should I get his attention? Let him notice me? Accidentally almost fall or drop something?

I contemplated with myself on what approach should be taken. Sooner then later, my lips spoke for my mind.

"Hey Khalil," I called out to him. He looked up at me squinting his eyes to make out who I was.

"Is you the shawty from yesterday", he asked. I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself.

"I thought we were past this 'shawty' shindig," I yelled out to him. Like a boss he started walking on my lawn closer to my balcony.

"Come on out Jasmine." did be really just call me some other females name?

"You do know that's not my name? You do know it's disrespectful to call a girl another females name?" I now had my arms crossed over my chest.

"Who said it was another girl? When I said Jasmine I meant Princess Jasmine. You know? Da one from Aladdin." I couldn't help but blush. He thought of me as a princess. I motioned to him to hold on, so I could get dressed. Considering the fact I was talking to him in a robe.

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I walked outside fully dressed, to be greeted by Khalil smiling. Correction, he had a big garage smile, and I took that time to notice his pearly whites. I was released from my trans his smile had on me, by him chuckling.

"What's so funny son," I asked crossing my arms.

"Well SON, you keep staring at me. You see something you like?"

I shook my head and nudged him out my way to hide my blushing cheeks. He followed behind me, walking on the sidewalk.

At first I was walking on the outside, next to the street. But out of nowhere he grabbed my hand and my heart started to race. He moved me to the inside and then let my hand go. I couldn't help but to be a tad but upset with him. Why grab my hand to let go?!

"Because girls is supposed to walk on the inside of the street," Khalil responded to my thought.

I looked at him confused and he smirked back.

"You was thinking out loud. It's kinda cute." I couldn't do much but mentally face palm myself. Great! Now this thug life wannabe gone think I like him. We kept walking down the street, until we turned the corner, and Khalil walked in a gate. To my surprise, he walked in a gate that led to a park. He CAN'T be serious.

"Oh shawty I'm dead serious. I come here to think." He approached the swings and signaled for me to sit on one. I sat on the swing, he was standing behind, and he began to push. After dive minutes he began to make conversation.

"So tell me 'bout cho self Fieya.

"Oh. He does know my name, but what do you want to know?"

"Jus everything. Where you from, how old you is, yo background. Even the lil' stuff. Yo favorite color, favorite food, what you like to do. I jus wanna get ta know you," he kept pushing me, but never too high.

"Why? Why you wanna know all dis? Why get to know me dog?"

I looked back at him and I could tell he genuinely wanted to get to know me. No catch, no nothing.

"I was born in Puerto Rico, grew up in Brooklyn. I'm finna be 15 and I'm mixed with; Cherokee, Bielizian, Puerto Rican, and black. My favorite color or purple. My favorite food is just about anything that's pork, except chitlens 'cause those is jus nasty. I like to read, but generally ima sports person." By the time I inhaled my sentence, I looked up, and he was standing in front of me. Just staring.

"What," I questioned.

"You're perfect, that's what."

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We spent all day at the park, just getting to know each other. Overall he's a really chill person, but seen some really nasty shit. Khalil was now walking me back home, since the street light were starting to come one. It was something different about the feeling of us walking home, compared to earlier. This time when he held my hand, to put me on the inside of the sidewalk he didn't let go. I had butterflies in my stomach when I came to the realization of his action. As we approached my porch I saw another, yet again, angry daddy.

"Chubby," he said all calm-like as I grew closer to him. Oh shit. I'm in trouble now. He called me Chubby and he NEVER does that, unless he's pissed.