CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER THIRTEEN] French Kisses

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
SEPTEMBER 23rd,1989

"Are you always this silent?" Malik asks with his hand gently on the steering wheel.

I didn't know where we were going out today. He didn't tell me one word or gave me a slight hint.

"Not really." I respond, looking at what was ahead.

Malik was currently driving to where he was going.

I wasn't going to ask any questions because I don't want to ruin whatever he had planned tonight.

"So why are you silent with me?" He asks and I turn my head to look at him.

All I saw was his side profile and it was so beautiful. It looked as if God spent extra time on him.

It's unbelievable that someone could be so perfect.

He is the right height, he has hazel eyes, he has the perfect size lips, he is a libra, he is talented, and his parents are firm believers in God?

That is what I call a man.

But I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to him than this.

No one is ever this perfect and this thought bothered me.

What if there is more than what I just see on the surface.

"I don't know." I respond with a shrug.

I notice him shake his head as if he was amused at my response.

We were driving for about 20mins and I still didn't know where we were going.

I looked out the window as I saw Malik slowly pulling up into a parking lot.

There was a huge sign that said 'Canarsie Pier' and I turned my head to look at him.

"Pier?" I ask and he begins to take off his seatbelt.

He didn't say anything to me. It was like he wasn't even acknowledging my presence.

He walked out the car and he walked to the trunk.

I took off my seatbelt and I walked out the car.

I just leaned against the side of the car, waiting for him to be done with whatever he was doing in the back.