all for you. . . boy toy pt.1

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jacob

                        i awoke from my slumber the sun beamed on my face from the little cracks the curtain let it go through. the house was big enough to explore, and thats what I planned on doing today. . . at least.

                        "maaaa!" i shouted, but my voice echoed back to me. I hurried down the spiral stair case and into the kitchen were a note sat it read:

'hijo me voy off for a bit just to let you get the feel of how it would be in the long run while staying her by yourself, the neighborhood guys play ball at end of the street everyday, you should watch but anyways be careful.- amor mom'

                        great second day here, and I'm already home alone! one of my fears is being alone in a huge house.. this was just- just different, let me quit complaining. I had ate my breakfast. warm cinnamon oatmeal, extra apple slices. trying to spice things up.

                        Guys play ball? I'm interested. . . not in the ball thing. I'm not much of a sports guy, what I'm interested in seeing some new faces. . . what the hell am I thinking?

        my dad always told me, i needed no one but myself. . . my heart race increased as i became 'home' sick, but this was my home now. these guys could potentially be the reason for me to cut myself. I've never really had guy friends, never got alone.

I'm too clingy , or 'not their damn parent.' oh well.

I shook some of the fear out of my body, and tried to gain the courage to walk out there, and maybe sit on my phone. perfect time to talk to Taissa.

                                taissa; female bh4l ( best homie for life ) 

                my now weak curls from stress had become stringy, and more pieces were straight than than spirals. . . completely unacceptable.

        tanked, i tiredly slid my clothes off for a nice hot shower, i skipped one last night which i regret terribly. maybes there's cute people i don't want my first impression to be a bum.

i washed my thick hair in Shea butter hair wash like i always did. it gave my curly locks body, and shine. females wish they had my hair. 

after finishing up i dried my curls and fluffed them out some before tying them into a fro ball in the center of my head, its cute too me. 

                                                

                                                               I'm thinking Adidas joggers, and some simple slides, considering the fact that its a bit chilly, but CA never looked like the state that would be locked in a iceberg. its just the new yorker leaving me, its always cold there.

                                i grabbed my phone, and headphones. 

                        there's was only one end street, and my mother lived on it. its was easy finding the hyper teens tossing the basketball, football, and kicking soccer balls everywhere.

soccer. . . just because I'm Hispanic, doesn't mean that I'm automatically drawn to love soccer.. that's not the case. soccer use to be my escape, not anymore. . . oh the stories i have, but for another day. 

my heart thumped at the active teens, so quick did I turn around. only to have been locked out of my own house. whimpers escaped my pout face. the keys seemed to mock me while sitting on the living room table. WORST START EVER!

struggling, and struggling a way unfamiliar voice interrupted my thoughts.

"um, your mom always leaves one under the mat. . .  just in case." I slowly turned around, the see the same boy that was interested in staring through my window last night, a lopez.

                        my heart was beating what seemed 1000 miles per hour, I've never spoke to someone that I've just met before. 


        

        widening my eyes in surprise at his curious face. " y-yeah, th-thanks." i stuttered each word. i lifted the mat and whoop dee doo, there was a key. . . but since he spoke first. . . never mind. 

" I'm Rayan lopez." i watched as his arm lifted up greeting me for a hand shake. "i-i-im Jacob Perez."                 his warm smiled kind of helped the situation for the better I guess. "Theresa's son." 

                 his eyes lifted. he chuckled. "oh!, I see the resemblance now jacob." I nodded awkwardly. ". . . you dont look full mexican. . . sorry if that wasnt the right term-" i hushed him " its okay,  i-im not, im also black..." i smiled narrowing my eyes at his wavy locks. they look better than mine!  " so. . . you going to play ball?" he asked me as i was turning the key into the door knob, shit. "um, um. . . sure." i pursed my lips. its awkward, that im agreeing when i honestly want to go back in.

                        the short walk was quiet, i studied each of the teenagers faces. "alright." he smiled halting out footsteps, we we're just about there, and my stomach did flips.

"- the short girl standing right beside the basketball goal is Mailyn, shes taken by the fairly tall guy standing directly over her, Marcus. learn these names-" he chuckled turning my way, "- there good to know."

I studied the couple, they were. . . cute, i guess. the female couldn't of been pas 4'11 yet, and her boyfriend was the third world trade center compared to her. i giggled to my self covering my mouth a bit, before swinging my arms back and forth. 

" Tion, Chris, and we call the fat one Dee." he chuckled, fat? i wonder what they thought of me.

like the couple i studied the pack of boys,they seemed to be brothers because of resemblance.

"and, the rest of the kids out here are just some are the neighborhood kids, we all get alone pretty well-"

                "whatchu' blabbering about?" a new, deep voice interrupted Rayans speaking. I turned around. oh my lordddddd, help me. 

This stranger was around my height, nice handsome caramel skin, light brown eyes, and a smile to die for. I couldn't stop staring. "oh yeah!" Rayan started breaking me from my trance, " this is chresanto, we call him chres." this chres character was something else.

                "Hey." he grinned showing off his canines, wow!

"H-Hi." i blushed 

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I WILL POST WHAT MAILYN, MARCUS, TION, CHRIS AND DEE LOOK LIKE LATER! BOY TOY PT, 2 COMING SOON!       

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