Summertime Vibes - LGBT Short Stories.

Jessica & Kimani pt 2

(Author's Note : Kimani's in the multimedia thingy.)

"Your boyfriend is here and he's looking for you." Trina warned Kimani.

I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth and looked down. I figured it was my cue to leave.

I grabbed my cup and tried to make my way out of the kitchen. Kimani gripped my arm and pulled me back in front of her. "Where you goin?"

This was too much for me. "I don't wanna get you in trouble.."

She grabbed my chin. "You so damn cute. Stop worrying bout him.."

"Kimani! Why you ain't been answering my texts?!"

Her boyfriend stormed over to us, looking me up and down. "Uh, can you go somewhere so I can talk to my girl?"

I fixed my mouth to curse him out for talking to me crazy but Kimani beat me to it. "Drew, don't talk to her like that. And my phone died..chill out."

Drake came over and saved me from that fucked up situation. My eyes started to burn and water up but I wasn't sure why. I wasn't hurt or anything. I mean that's her man.

We went outside and sat in his car.

"Where you wanna go to next Jess?"

I shrugged. "Just take me home. I'm partied out" I said, chuckling a bit.

He turned the radio up and I let Kendrick Lamar's voice soothe me on the way to my house. We pulled up into the driveway and went back and forth on whether or not he would spend the night or not.

"You might as well, there's no need to go home since you have clothes over here.." I argued with him.

He gave in. We walked into the house quietly as to not wake my mom's nosy ass. Little did I know, she was already awake.

She jumped from behind the couch holding a bat.

"Ma, what the?! What you doin?"

Drake busted out laughing while I stared at her in pure embarrassment. She laughed. "Oh hey honey, I thought you were a robber tryna take my goodies. Hey Drake baby."

She kissed both of our foreheads and went into the kitchen.

I shook my head and walked up the stairs with Drake following. He was still rolling.

"Ya mom is a trip I swear."

We changed into our night clothes and climbed into bed. I turned on my favorite movie "Boyz N The Hood" and of course Drake's ass had to say something. "You're the hoodest white girl I've ever met."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

We cuddled up together and watched the movie. No matter how many times I'd seen this it still held my interest.

My phone vibrated twice signaling a text. I lazily unlocked it and stared at the message :

"Hey this is Kimani. Sorry about what happened. His rude ass."

I was about to tap Drake but he was already looking over my shoulder with his nosy ass.

"Yasssss but How did she even get your number?"

I was just as lost as he was.

"Should I text back?"

He looked at me like I was stupid. "Hell yeah, what you mean? You've been waiting to talk to this girl for years. Don't act stupid Jess. Matter fact...."

He snatched my phone and began texting her back. I grew worried but I let him continue. He was better with words than me.

After a few minutes of back and forth texting, he tossed my phone back. "She's coming over in 30 minutes to talk. Damn, I forgot how cute Doughboy is" he said, looking back at the movie.

"Nigga what you mean she's coming?"

"Jess, what I tell you about acting stupid? I gave her your address. She wants to formally apologize to you."

He sipped his tea like shit was good while I mentally panicked. I jumped up and made sure my hair was straight and my face was free of anything weird. My phone dinged again.

Drake looked at it. "She's outside."

I inhaled deeply, slid on my vans and walked downstairs to see my mom staring out of the blinds.

"There's someone outside. I think they're plotting to come in and chop my head off and put it in the freezer."

I shook my head at her and opened the front door. "Ma, please go to sleep!"

I slowly walked up to Kimani's car and she rolled down her window, "You gone get in or no?"

I went to the passenger side and opened the door, sliding inside. Never would I have imagined I'd be sitting with Kimani at almost 2 AM.

"Look there's no need to apologize for anything. I understand."

She nodded. "Thanks. You're mature as hell for your age. Most girls would be trippin hard as hell."

"Well it's not like I'm your girlfriend.."

Even though I'd like to be.

She bit her lip and looked at me hard. "Not yet."

I blushed hard. She took my hand and started playing with the rings on my fingers. Her touch drove me insane even though it was nowhere near sexual.

"Kimani, can I be honest with you?"

She nodded. "What's on ya mind?"

"I'm low key obsessed with you. Like I've been writing your name all over my books since like the 5th grade."

I looked down in shame, afraid of her reaction. She gripped my chin, making me look back up. "Don't be embarrassed. I'm flattered."

"Oh.. Okay."

"Yeah, you don't ever gotta feel uncomfortable around me. Know that." She said, rubbing circles onto the back of my hand. I took a chance for once in my life. I leaned over and planted a kiss onto her lips.

She smiled at me, shocked. I did something else bold. I grabbed her phone and scrolled through her messages, looking for Drew's name. She watched me with a confused expression as I typed out "it's over" and hit send.

Her eyes widened. "Damn, you a bad one."

She grabbed my face and pulled me in for another kiss. "I guess I can really call you mine now, huh?"

I shook my head 'yes'. She was mine, at last.