THE SAME

Chapter six

"Why would you deny your first kiss AND THEN admit you are a virgin?"

Cause I have no sauce.

"What's wrong with being a virgin? Society Sam told us there is something wrong with being a virgin," I stated trying to throw another popcorn into my open mouth.

"Okay," she started sighing, "but there is something wrong with denying a kiss from a guy who you admitted is hot!"

"I didn't say hot! No one uses hot anymore!"

"So what was the issue?"

I don't know.

"I just freaked out and didn't feel prepared."

"You want to prepare for your first kiss?!"

Preferably, one months notice would be nice.

"... that does sound silly."

"THAnk You! The surprise and in the momentness of the first kiss is what makes it everything. It's like boom... there are a pair of lips on mine."

"I don't know," I said closing my eyes, "I've just never been that intense with a guy. I just didn't know what way to turn."

"Hey," she said making me look at her, "you didn't feel scared right? He wasn't making you creepy uncomfortable?"

"He could never," I said smiling softly, "he's such a big teddy, I just know he'd never make me... do anything I don't want to."

So you wanted to be kissed. Point proven.

"Let me know if he ever, ever, ever invades your privacy and personal space. Some guys get like that and it's scary," she said squeezing my hand.

I know Samirah has had experiences where guys have violated her space. It's never gone beyond rough touching or trying to kiss her without her wanting it but, there shouldn't even be one time. I can remember the nights she'd come late night crying into my arms about how she's feeling... used and cheap.

"Hey Samirah," I said hugging her, "I'm here for you no matter what."

"Thanks Nayla."

...

"Pineapples on pizza is a no Somchai, it's not a discussion."

So Somchai could not stand not being able to hear my voice. And yes I'm lying to myself.

Who gon check me boo?

Anyways we're having a late night discussion about pizza toppings and he's been trying to convince me for the last ten minutes that pineapples on pizza is not that bad. Yuck. Just wrong on several levels.

Once again, I am acting like a kid smiling at air. I'm a grown ass woman.

"I'm not saying it is a discussion but, it does slap when you're white girl wasted."

"This is all because you're an island kid."

"I'm from Thailand."

"And Thailand has beautiful islands hun."

"Whatever," he smiled through the phone, "you always end any argument with that."

When I sense he's smiling, it just makes me smile too because his smile is so infectious even when I can't see him.

"This island kid has got you sprung tho."

Electric chair.

"They have lied to you several times."

"So Marcello is a liar?"

Duh. Any man that listens to Future too much is a liar.

"Yes. Do you not see him wearing a cap in his sleep?"

"So when he said you find me cute that was a lie?"

My circle of friends is too small because I told Marcello that shit yesterday. Literally it was just conversation and he blew that shit up.

I ride for my niggas, I lie to my bitch.

"... I may have said something like that... but I don't remember. It's real foggy."

"Maybe... you need me to kiss you. Since I'm a doctor, I can prescribe that for a foggy memory."

And my Fenty lip gloss stays ready.

"The prescription does not say it has to be you," I teased, "maybe someone with moisturised lips instead."

"... my lips stay moisturised. Maybe you confused the craters that are your lips."

Did he just... go there?

"I meannnn you gotta taste them to see if they're craters or not."

"Say what if it's an invite," he muttered super quickly.

"What?"

"Okay, say no more."