I Don't Like Boys!

Alone Time Is The Best Time

                                                                                3rd Person P.O.V

  Nahmir wasn't going to respond to the text, it would just start something he couldn't finish. So instead of replying he slid his phone back in his pocket and continued to walk to this door full of boys. His nervousness led him to tugging on his shirt and constantly rocking back and forth.

  "Guys this is smart mouth, play nice". Devon said shaking his hands in front off Nick as if he were some prize. Even going as far as to pat Nick on his head

  Greetings were thrown around the room as he stood awkwardly there nodding his head letting his once put up hair fly around in a loose manner waiting to get this over with.

  "He doesn't talk much to have a smart mouth". A lightskin boy said looking Nahmir up and down as he shook his wet curls.

  " Well had you have given me and damn second I would have responded". Nahmir said flopping down on the floor by the polished wooden door as it went silent.

  "Oh, so you do have a little smart ass mouth". The same same person said in an angered member.

  "Um, if you're going to assume my character I could at least know your name". Nick said unknowingly flirting, or so it seemed.

  " It's Micah'. Micah said somewhat laughing, thousands of thoughts hidden behind his eyes.

Devon signaled Nahmir into the kitchen seemingly make it urgent. As Nick made his way to him crunching of beer cans were heard under his small feet as he realized how messy the house was.

  " He likes you, so stop flirting". Devon said as he deadpanned Nick.

  Nick scrunched up his face not sure what Devon was talking about. He stuffed his hands in his pockets looking up at Devon wondering what he meant.

  "Don't look at me like that, his last two relationships were somewhat abusive. I'll give you a hint he damn sure wasn't the victim". Devon said embarrassed to admit his friends faults, or maybe it was the loud noises and footsteps being heard as if someone had been hearing what Devon said.

  "Oh, I didn't know it was like that...sorry Devon". Nick said feeling guilty for the situation.

  "It's good just don't lead him on". Devon said in an overprotective voice.

  Nahmir nodded his head turning his heels making his way back to his seat. The sound of beer cans crushing an chatter was heard by Nick as he made his way back to the a small corner he remembered having a bean bag chair. He spun around the living room realizing all the extra seats were gone.

  " You're so childish". Nahmir said rolling his eyes at the open seat next to Micah.

  " You could stand, that's always an option".  Micah said pulling at his curls waiting for Nahmir to move.

  " I can't wait for my mom to come get me". Nick said moving towards Micah, taking a seat uncomfortably between Micah and a stranger.

  Conversations went around the room that Nahmir wasn't invited in, so instead of looking around awkwardly he decided to answer Tay's text. It was easy said then done just looking at the text Nick began twisting his dreads and fumbling with his fingers. He felt like someone was staring at him so when he turned his big brown globes met Micah's light blues.

  " You like niggas?" Micah yelled staring at him, then looking at everyone around the room.

  Nick put his face in his lap as he heard sounds of surprise go around the room several times. He felt himself grab hold onto his dark dreads, as his anxiety levels rised by the second.

  " I'm just kidding dude I already knew but that look on your face was priceless". Micah said as a red faced Nick looked up.

  " Well y'all aren't funny". Nick said rolling his eyes from embarrassment.

  " It was pretty funny Nick, I mean come on now". Devon said from the porch, slowly making his way into the crowded room.

  " Yo Rico, Carlos and Martez y'all Mom here". Devon said looking at a group of boys.

  Nahmir looked back down at his phone thinking of a simple way to answer the question without angering Taymor. Thoughts flowed out his mind as he almost instantley wrote them off as angering for Tay. So process of elimination led him to a simple text.

*Sent*

As a friend Tay.

Tay is typing...