"Lyric, when can I see you?" Michael asks for what seems to be the millionth time in the past two weeks. He keeps blowing my phone up like I know him... " Lyric this, and a Lyric that..." Boy WHAT ?!... I mean, it was cute or whatever at first but now he is on his way to being creepy.
"Yes Michael, when are you coming to pick me up ?" I reply, finally tired of him asking.
"Shit, I can come later today around 4:30 if that's ok with you ?" he says eagerly.
"Ok I'll be ready when you get here" I say sending him my address, already beginning to look through my closet for something to wear later. I need something that says "respect my gangsta, but know when to check me". As I rummage through my closet I find the perfect outfit. Some red/green cheetah Lebrons, Velvet Ash blue Joggers, Cheetah Print shirt and a matching soldier vest. My outfit was definitely nothing to be played with or slept on. "Wait, hold up..." I think to myself as I look at the top of my closet. I see my hat, full out cheetah print with a velvet belt around the top. " Oh it's most definitely pimpin time now !" I say out loud.
About two hours later, he texts me letting me know that he's outside, and was ready to go. "Now I know this nigga not rushing me like I was the one who asked" I think to myself, pondering whether or not I should tak my dear sweet time coming out of the house or not. I mean obviously he doesn't know me at all trying me like that, " don't nobody rush me..." I walked down the stairs to the living room to peep through the blinds and see whether or not his car was worth getting into however, before I had the opportunity to be petty I heard a knock at the door. "Who is it" I ask with an attitude knowing the only people it could be was either a Jehovah Witness, Girl Scout, or Michael....
"It's your future baby daddy" he replied.
"Who you think you is ?" Is what the look on my face said as soon as I opened the door. I mean yeah... that's what I secretly wished he could be, but he didn't have to say that. " Boy who you playing with ?" I asked mugging him.
"Damn, you sexy when you snapping on me" he said licking his lips playfully. I swear this boy about to make me jump on him. "Can I come in ?"
"Ummm.... No, I'm ready to go" I said trying to be smart. I'm already ready to wrap my legs around him, with that sexy ass grin he keeps flashing, there was no telling what I would do if he came inside. "However, if you give me a good time, I may just change my mind" I told him making him get excited. You could see the excitement jumping ecstatically up and down in his eyes, "I guess all dogs like incentives..." I thought to myself as I turned around to lock the top lock. Now normally, I am nowhere near clumsy, but shockingly, somehow I "accidently" dropped my keys.
"Damn Lyric... Imma go to the car before I do something to get myself in trouble" he said walking backwards with his eyes still glued to my ass.
"Boy you better watch where you going... I don't date niggas who fall on the first date" I said jokingly.
"Well you may as well go back inside then because I fell for you the moment I saw you" he replied making me blush. I normally don't like that corny stuff however, for some reason daddy had me cheesing.
"Boy get in the car!" I said giggling as I walked towards his car. Once I got closer I noticed that dude was driving a cocaine white Mercedes Benz. So to show him that I wasn't intimidated, I stood at the door on my phone and waited...
"You straight Lyric ?" he asked rolling down the window, wondering what was wrong.
"Yeah I'll be straight as a line as soon as you come open the door for me" I said rolling my eyes hard. I know he from Cali but he better southern up his hospitality and manners real quick.
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The Sins of a Church Boy: Soul Ties
General FictionLyric has fought most of his life to keep his "special" family's image in the eyes of the church. Between hiding his family's secrets, and ignoring his past he has managed to maintain the appearance of being the perfect Preacher's Kid. However, afte...