Somethings missing, I can't figure it out, I thought. The sound of a door shutting took me out of my deep thoughts.
"I got the painting you wanted bae."Miah smiled, holding a huge rectangular box. A smile bum rushed my face as I jumped on him, thanking him.
"Finally! How much do I owe her?"I asked, taking the box from him and sitting it on the couch.
"She said she'd sell it to you for $150."He sat down on the couch. I tore the wrapping paper off of the painting and my smile grew. "It's exactly how it was on FaceTime!"I cooed, reminding myself to hang the painting up over my bed board.
I sat down in Miah's lap and laid my head on his chest.
"Who ya textin'?"I giggled.
"Moms. She want me to be home for dinner. I guess my whole family gonna be there."
"How come I've never met your parents yet?"I pouted, playing with his shirt. I was literally just now realizing that I've never even held a phone conversation with any of his relatives and it was taking a toll on me. We've been together for two years...
"Why you wanna meet them? They ain't special. I'm special."
"They helped to create you so they are special."
"Whatever you say."
"You said they're having a big dinner. This would be the perfect time."
Shouldn't I be able to greet his parents without him pushing it off? I mean, whats the big deal, he's met my parents and they even gave him a key to our house.
"You wanna meet my family, you can. Just don't make a fool out of yourself because they hold nothing back."
"What time does it start?"
"Eight."
"But it's six thirty now."I got up from my spot in his lap to go get ready.
"Yeen gotta get all dressed up."
I wanted to impress his family to the best of my ability. "How's this outfit?"I asked him. "It's coo'. Not sure what you dressin' up for."He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes and kept looking through my closet. After a few minutes deciphering what to wear, I finally chose something and cleaned myself up. I did my make up, put my outfit on and fixed my hair up. I'd say I looked pretty good!
"What do you think?"I asked, coming down the steps.
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"It's aight."
"Come on, Jeremiah! Tell me something different, I'm tired of hearing that."I whined when we got in the car.
"You look beautiful, man."
"That's better but fix your tone next time."I critiqued. What he said wasn't expected but I guess I'll take it for now. An argument doesn't need to be started right before I meet his relatives.
