Jamira's POV
It was so funny how we just went in to sync out of nowhere. It was cool. I thought he would be a new friend to hang with since I couldn't really be with him. I could tell that he was the type to talk to a lot of girls and mess around given his looks and style, but when he was around me he seem calm and collected always smiling and laughing. After he went to his house for gas money and him going to fill his gas tank. We headed to McDonald's to get something to eat.
"You hungry? What do you want? It doesn't matter." He said
I really wasn't hungry and I was kinda nervous so I wasn't gonna eat in front him either. After a minute of him ordering loads of food, he turned back to me waiting for my decision.
"Ummm, can I just get a caramel frappé? I asked quietly.
" Sure, Are you sure your not hungry?. He asked.
I nodded my head and smiled. He paid for his food and my drink and drove off. We went back towards his house, but he went straight passed it. I was wondering what he was doing. Then we stopped at the end of his street. It was a park. His house was only three houses down from here.
"Get out." he said.
" Why?" I asked
"Cause I wanna eat my food outside at the swings, and get to know you."
He told me.
I smiled at the fact that he was actually interested in me. We got out the car and sat on the swings. We started to swing on it for a while then he started eating his food. He acted like he was starving I mean I know school food tastes lime death and despair but damn. When I wasn't paying attention he shoved a fry in my mouth. I looked at him and started punching him.
" I don't want your salty fingers in my face or touching my lips." I said bluntly. He looked and grinned at me waved a fry and shoved it again. I took his bag and was running around the whole park and I tripped and fell. He looked and started laughing.
"You OK?". He said holding his stomach from laughing too hard.
" Help me up" I said. He practically picked me up out me on his back and piggy back rode me back to the swing.
We had a really good conversation and then he pulled out his phone.
"What's you number?" he said.
I gave him my number and he stared and paused.
"What's your story? he asked.
" Well, I haven't really had good relationships, I have a weird personality. I don't really have a lot to look up to. I said
"Well, what do you look for in a relationship? and what's your ideal guy.?" He asked. I took a deep breath and sighed.
"I just wish for truth and loyalty, to take me as I am , I don't ask for much just for a decent relationship. I like tall dudes cause when tall guys gives hugs I just feel at ease and its cute." I told him. He looked at me picked me up and have me the biggest hug ever. He was tall and I am like really short. It felt like my worries had left. I was just calm and collected. He put me down and he gave me a massage.
"I give the best massages ever, I once slept with a girl who did them." he said. I looked and rose a eyebrow.
I couldn't resist it. It was the best I had in a while. I was tired and beat I really felt slump. So I just laid down on him lap and he swung the swing and I started going to sleep.
"Wake up, its getting late, I'm taking you home. He picked me up and carried me too the car. We drove in a good and calm silence. When I was at least two houses down the song that we Sung earlier came on.
" Ooooo! turn on this street, I have to sing this!!!!!" he laughed and swerved to the street before my house. He parked his car and we sat and listened to the song until it was over. He started driving again and we were almost to my house.
I looked and smiled at him.
"Since you gave me a good time I'll give you a kiss on the cheek." I said. I ended up giving him one, but I gave him another. I didn't mean too but I just wanted too.
Our lips connected for a hot second I blushed and coughed.
" Oh my god, my lips were a little dry." I said.
" I could fix that." He said. I shook my head no and he dropped me off it was a really good day. I guess he isn't as bad after all but there was one thing I had forgotten about.....
My boyfriend......Oh SHIT
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My Complicated Love (Interracial)
RomanceThis is a real life story of how my relationship became to be. I was 16 he was 18. I was a freshman in high school he was a senior. My family disagreed cause of one problem. My sister.