Milk & Cookies(BWWM)

distracted

 Ever since his minute man performance, Xavier kept himself more busier than usual to keep his parents from becoming suspicious. Sony, of course, stayed teasing and making jokes out of Xavier.

His mother was getting her nails done and asked Xavier to tag a long. Being the man he was, or should I say : the boy he was,  Xavier tagged along.

His mother, Brittney, loved to drive with the music off. Xavier hated it but he never had the courage to change the ways he was taught. Brittney kept Xavier in the back seat; she insisted the front seat was way to dangerous for her adorable boy. Xavier obliged.

''How's your classes going my little monkey?''Brittney inquired.

Xavier perked up,''Great! Almost to a 4.0!''

It was a front to act annoyed when his mother called him nicknames like those. Deep down, Xavier secretly loved them.

''My client referred me to this new nail shop that has opened,'' Brittney says,'' I hope it's good. You know she has a black boyfriend.''

Xavier tenses up. The stripper, well she goes by X-tacy, was black. Just thinking about her made him embarrassed but also made his member want to rise up.

''I hope he hasn't brainwashed her. If this nail shop is too ghetto, then I will be forced to leave because you merely cannot handle that. You never been around those types before.''

Little did she know.

Xavier didn't take into thought that what his mother said was offensive to the African-American race. This is what he grew up with and never would he think his parents led him down the wrong path. His parents made it to be that black people were only made to be serve and a quick coochie or penis to offer up, according to his mother.

His parents had a lot of marital problems Xavier was oblivious to. Perhaps, you can guess why.

Xavier waits in the tiny waiting area. He felt slightly uncomfortable the way the room was tiny and cramped with black women who only seemed to remind him of X-tacy.

I wonder if that's her real name. Xavier pondered.

He was unfamiliar with hood academics or even just common sense. Brittney wanted so badly to roll her eyes.

Black people were distasteful in her eyes.

She couldn't stand the ruckus but she had to do this for a client and to prove to her husband she wasn't a racist square.

It was a long wait.

Brittney hated waiting. She felt as if she wasn't suppose to wait. She gripped the nail polish color in her hands and squeezed every time a woman would walk by. Like herself, Brittney picked a basic one color -red.That's all she was getting and short squared nails. 

A curvaceous woman flies in, cackling loudly with her designer purse tucked in the crook of her arm.

''I know bitch! He ain't last a second! Hold on girl, let me pay for these nails.'' Xenia fished through her purse and grabbed a few twenties. She handed it to her favorite nail technician. She skipped the line because she was a well known favorite who always got expensive nails. Plus, she made an appointment prior to her being there.

Brittney was fuming inside.

Her flat ass was hurting and her crusty hands needed to be done badly. Good thing, she was called next in line.

''Hold my purse, pookie.'' Brittney says before kissing her son on the forehead.

Many laughed at Xavier and his cheeks was red. Though, that wasn't what he was flustered about.

Xenia kept running her mouth on the phone. She didn't notice white latte at all.

''Akekeke hoe,'' Xenia mocked.''AHT AHT you know me better than to cut my nails this damn short. Make these bitches long!''

Xavier cringed at how loud she was but her voice was like music to his ears still.

She was remarkable beautiful.

Her hair, Xavier assumed was real, was held in a sock bun and a head wrap around her head. Her toes were yellow but Xavier noted she picked up the color white and yapped about chrome nails. 

She talks too much. Xavier thought.

Her ass covered the entire seat, her legs were long even without heels and her bust were ready to spill in her off the shoulders crop top.

I just want to suck on her toes .Xavier lusted.

''Bitch I'm getting my hair done after this. You know damn well I gotta stay hip,'' Xenia bragged. ''Keep doing ya thing girl, them nails cute as hell.''

''Ghetto,''Brittney whispered to herself.

''What you say?''Xenia said loudly. Xenia may be loud, but her hearing was sharp.

Brittney just ignored Xenia's outburst, her hands were shaking in the technicians hand.

''Calm down Xenia girl, she ain't even worth getting locked up. You know how white folks love to call the five-o.'' A well known friend, Joanne,  spoke up.

Xenia smirks,'' ANYWAYS, thanks for the nails boo.''

Xenia's nails could be seen from a mile away. They were long, coffin shaped, and every nailed had at least four rhinestones and the golden chrome shone in the light. Her middle finger was the only plain nail, it was a classic white.

Xenia was almost out the door before she noticed white latte himself. She smirks before leaving.

''See later white latte, I hope to see you again.''