his body begins to shift which causes me to break out of my sleep. once i fully start to wake up i notice my arms around his torso and his fingers clutching onto my wrists.
"good morning." he greets groggily as he faces my direction and reaches his hands up and tangles his fingers between the strands of my blue hair.
"morning." i hum back to him softly.
"joba," i start as my right index finger glides across his cheek. his skin soft like newborn baby. pale like a white canvas. cheeks red like his lips after we kiss.
he hums in response.
"imma take you out. ok?"
"where?" he asks with a sigh because of the dreadful idea of leaving the small couch.
"the jumping bean." i reply shortly after.
"pilsen?" i hum as a way of notifying him that his eager question was in fact correct.
"i love pilsen. ok, i'll go get dressed." he says with excitement as he manages untangle himself from my touch and run to his bedroom that i have in fact not seen.
i let out a quiet chuckle as i soon lift my self up from a laying position to a now sitting position. i look and observe the small room. i notice a cd player. there are older cds and a few new ones.
i get up and walk over to the small nightstand that holds these items. i scan the variety of cds that rest beside eachother on the small, black rack.
i notice a few older hip hop artist such as ghostface killah. not a whole bunch though. i take note that the hip hop genre is probably not his favorite or has the same sense of love for it like i happen to do.
i hear a gentle pattern of footsteps approach the living room area. my head turns the opposite way. toward the footsteps.
"you ready?" he asks.
he wears a purple hoodie with a pair of black jeans. i notice that his shoes are starting to get a bit worn out by the various rips and the way the sides have a glossy shine that helps the dirtiness stick out.
"yeah, lemme just get my shoes on." i answer as i slip my dirty air force ones on.
i exit first to let him lock the door without me in the way.
he leads me to his small car. he quickly walks to the drivers door and unlocks the car from there.
"sorry, doesnt open with just the key anymore." he unnecessarily apologizes.
"aight, dont worry bout it."
he smiles before getting himself situated on the seat. i sit beside him on the passengers seat.
strands of my hair dance with the fierce wind that smacks both of our faces as the speed increases as we get deeper into the highway.
"you got an aux cord?" i question him as i get antsy by the empty sound of only tires rolling against the pavement that has little pebbles resting on it.
he nods and his right hand looses its grip on the steering wheel and reaches for a pink aux cord and hands it to me. i grab the cord out of his hand and connect it to my phone that rest lazily on my lap.
i play a playlist that consist of older hip hop artist. seeing some cds from his collection earlier had inspired me.
i wait for the song to play and soon
zealots by fugees plays in the speakers of the car.
about six songs play and we reach the destination.
"just hope theres a table empty." i sigh as i get out of the car.
i await for his presence to reach mine by the door. i peer inside from outside and notice an empty table by the door.
"hurry, theres an empty table." i call out to joba who struggles to get out of the car.
he soon reaches me and walks inside with me. we walk to the corner of the small cafe. i pull out a chair for him and he gladly accepts and sits down after notifying me of a thank you.
"isn't it so beautiful in here?" he asks as his eyes scan the walls that have framed painting hung up.
"they always change the art and it never fails to please me. wish i was this talented."
"you are talented." i remark and his eyes still stare at the art in admiration.
"the tables are so cool, too! they have these doodles with an outline of a thick black paint." he says, changing the subject.
as he's in the middle of rambling to me about his love and passion for pilsen, a tall woman with bold red lipstick, thick, jet black hair, comes up to us and greets us before asking for our orders.
"yes, hello, i would like pizza and could i also get a hot chocolate?" the pink haired boy stumbles as his cheeks turn a rosy red.
"yes, and you?" she asks after jotting down what joba wanted and turning to me.
"can i get another glass of water and-oh, ill just have a pizza too." i smile.
"ok, shouldn't take too long." she smiles, referring to the food making process.
i look around and then words start to leave my mouth without any hesitation, "this reminds me of someone i used to date," i start by saying with my chin in my right hand.
"his name was marc, he loved art also. actually his art was put into an art exhibit."
"cool." he mumbles.
soon the same woman comes back with a small tray in her hand and she removed the plates from the tray.
"i will be back with your drinks."
she kept her word and came back with a tall glass of a more brown liquid and a shorter, but still tall glass of water.
we both show her out gratitude before digging into our meals.
we soon finished our mini pizzas. i downed my water and joba has politely asked the woman who served us our meals if he could take it to go. she had informed him that she can put it in a different cup with a lid.
she came back with the cup and we gladly made our way up the cashier and payed.
"are you enjoying yourself?" i ask as soon as we make it outside. we had decided inside before exiting that we were going to walk around.
"yes, very much so. thank you for taking me." he cheers as his smile grows wider when he turns his head to face me.
"no problem," i say quietly after. i debate whether if i should or should not ask him a question to get to the next stage.
we had walked down two blocks so far and i blurt, "wanna like date?"
he let's out a laugh that brings a certain type of joy and brightness to my ears.
his laugh is more like a giggle, but not as quiet nor short.
"you're so awkward. and yes." he answers after his laughs simmer down.
"cool."
cool, because now i debate if i should play with his emotions like the demon i am when it comes to soft and innocent boys like him.
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i feel like i could do better w this book.
idk. i have a plot & it's gonna get better. lmk what u think
