(6:15)
I woke up to a message.
Deshawn ❤: Wake up, Lil head! I'll be there at 8 o'clock so wear something nice.
I grabbed my white Cross-brace lace Skater dress and my white heels. I hopped in the shower and got dressed. As I was tying my hair into a bun my mother had walked in. "Where are you going? Are you going out with that boy again?" She asked smiling. I smiled back and answers "Yes I am." "When am I going to meet him?" she asked. "Soon." I answered. My phone rung.
Me: Hello
Deshawn: Come on.
I rushed out the house and yelled back to my mother, dad, and brother, "I'm gone!"
We had been driving for hours. "Are we there yet?" I asked. "That's your 100th time asking, " he said "and yes." "Finally, my butt was starting to hurt. " I said. He laughed. I scanned the house. "Wow!" I said. He held out his hand and I grabbed it. Deshawn rang the doorbell twice suddenly a little girl opened the door. She was adorable. She had poofy hair and gray eyes. "And what's your name?" I asked bending down next to her. "Markayla. " she answered. "You're so cute!" I exclaimed. I looked up to find Deshawn smiling at me. "That's your sister?" I asked. "Yeah." he said entering the house. I followed. A woman yelled, "Baby is that you?" She screamed, "Awww, it is! And is this the girl you've been talking about?" I smiled. "You've been talking about me?" I asked. "Yeah, of course. All the time. " she spoke. He turned red with blush. "My name is Krystal." I said. "My name is Joyce." she said. She opened her arms for a hug and I hugged her back. "Your father is upstairs." Joyce said. "Okay." he said nodding. "Come on." he said grabbing my hand. "Dinner's in ten minutes so wash your hands afterwards. " she yelled to us.
Joyce P.O.V.
Wow, she's a nice young lady. I can tell my son's in love. He shouldn't let anyone special like her walk our his life. I know this relationship is going to last forever. She's better than that Kristina girl. Ugh, how she disrespected me. I like Krystal. I like her a lot.
Deshawn P.O.V.
I can't believe, well I actually can believe my mother would tell Krystal that I talk about her all the time. Damn she looking good today though. Well got to meet the pops.
Krystal P.O.V.
He led me up the stairs and the decoration was breathtaking. My mind got to thinking about his mother. What does his mother think of me? Does she like me better than all of his ex-girlfriends. Now it's time for me to meet his father. I must admit I'm a bit nervous. Deshawn knocked on the door. "Come in." the voice said. "Hey pops!" Deshawn said. "Dad meet Krystal, Krystal meet my dad, Kevin." I smiled and waved. "Yeah Yeah!" Kevin said. "What time does dinner start?" he asked. I looked at Deshawn. Deshawn looked at me and back at his dad. "That's all you have to say?" Deshawn asked. His dad let out a loud grunt. I jacked my hand away from Deshawn and shouted, "I'm leaving." I stormed down the steps. I heard Deshawn whispering to his dad. "That's not even cool. That's all you could say to her? That's my girlfriend. I fucking love her and if you can't accept that then oh fucking well." I heard him running after me. "Where are you going?" he asked. I turned around "Home." I said. I knew this was a bad idea. How could I be so stupid? I said to myself. I walked into the kitchen. "I'm sorry Mama Joyce, but I can't stay for dinner." I said giving her a hug. I walked pass Deshawn who was standing at th's kitchen door. He grabbed me by arm. "You're not going anywhere." he said. "Oh yes I am!" I said back. "Not without me you're not." he said. "Watch!" I yelled. I tried walking away again. "Krystal, you're not fucking leaving me." he said. I stopped "And why not?" I asked. He didn't respond. "Exactly!" I said walking off. I turned around to see if he was following..
He wasn't.
What did you do? I asked myself.
I made it home and waited till I got into my room to break down. Tears ran down from my eyes. I played Pandora hopefully to cheer me up a bit. Overdose by Jamie Foxx played. I quickly changed it. I walked downstairs to pop popcorn and grabbed a carton of ice cream. There was a knock at the door. Who could it be?
