Crossroads

Ch. 4: Moving On

Couple Weeks Later

I was sitting down in the living room watching Sam & Cat and my phone rang notifying me that I had a call. I picked it up only to see that Khay💙 was calling. I smiled seeing his picture flash across my iPhone screen. I couldn't help but think that he was calling because he was thinking about me. I answered without any hesitation.

"Hey, Khalil. What's up?"

"Uh, nothing much. Listen I know it's early but I was wondering if you can come over 'cause I have some things on my mind and I need to talk to you." The tone in his voice gave me the impression that I was something serious and I soon grew worried.

"Okay, I will be there in a couple minutes." I assured him.

For the past couple weeks, Khalil and I have been rotating between my house and his. We grew a really close friendship and I loved to be in his company. He always kept a smile on my face and it was refreshing to have a close bond with a guy again.

"Hurry."

"Alright. Bye." I said before hanging up.

I was already dressed because I was planning to go get something to eat with Star but it seemed like that plan would be cancelled. She always ditched me for Bobby anyway. I doubted she would care.

Khalil

I invited India over my house because I really needed to talk to her about my feelings. I didn't know what it was about her that I just couldn't resist. I took pride in making her smile and I loved to spoil her. Even with food. That's all she ever wanted anyway. She had a way of capturing me and I couldn't tell her no for anything. Even though she kept me in the friend zone I was glad I was even around her. I thought about her so much until she popped up in my dreams. I needed her to know that I had strong feelings for her. Being around her all the time, and not being able to call her mine felt like torture almost.

I finished typing up the conclusion to an essay and shut my laptop and set it on my coffee table. I lived on my own because my parents kicked me out when I was sixteen. And so I became a stereotypical black kid when I decided to bring in my own income from the streets. I hadn't spoken to my parents since. The only members of my family I kept in touch with were Kendall and her mother who was my father's sister.

India did not know that I had a troublesome background involving gangs and drugs. All she knew was that my parents kicked me out and I was forced to live on my own. As far as where I got money to maintain myself from, she never asked. But I knew she was curious.

I heard light knocks on my door and was eager to let her in. I swung the door open.

"Hey." She hugged me. She smelled like cotton candy and some other fragrance I was unable to pick up. She smelled different all the time because of her variety of perfumes. I liked that though because I never knew what to expect, her scent was always a surprise.

"Hey. Come in." I said moving to the side for her to pass by. She walked in and I locked the door behind her. As she made her way to my living room I couldn't help but to notice the way her hips swayed in her jeans.

"I just love coming to your place. It's just so modern and different from my white ass house. Almost everything in there is white." She made herself comfortable on the red suede couch.

"I love your house though. It's so heavenly." I joked because her house was in fact very white. From the walls to the furniture to the appliances. But I loved the glass exterior of the first floor and the huge pool. Plus her house was like the biggest house I've ever actually been in. Almost a dozen times bigger than my apartment and my place was not really small for a one bedroom.