I Wanna Be.

Part 6

                                                 Omani

                          After that night I was scared to even face Rome, I was really scared. He knocked on my door a couple of time and I would act like I was asleep. I avoided him at all cost. I just didn't now how to face him or what I would I say. Not only was I scared, I was sad and really hurt for some reason. I was stuck into this fantasy thinking he would accept us, but that was far from the truth. He would never really accept us.

                          I heard the door shut, then a smile plastered on my face, he finally left. I was so damn hungry, my stomach was having a whole conversation with me. I walked out my room, walked to the kitchen, and decided to make breakfast. I started pulling everything I was gonna cook out and begin cooking. Everything was almost finished, and as I was grabbing the biscuit out of the oven I heard a knock on the door.

Who is it, I shouted.

"B

                        B, who is be B? I walked to the door and looked through the peephole and it was Brandon. A big smile creeped across my face and I felt my body heating up. I unlock the door letting in a fine, fine B. Brandon was a dread head, his dreads where always nice looking though. He was dark skin with brown eyes and tatted up even more than Rome. He had a couple tattoos on his face , neck, and even on his fingers. His body was engulfed in them, you could barely see any skin. He stood 6'0 I assumed because he was just a little taller than Rome.

                     " Yo what's you good with Mani," Rome here. I stepped aside to let him in. "He just left like a couple minutes ago," I replied. Walking and talking cause my food was still cooking. "Damn he said smacking this teeth, but what you cooking. A nigga can eat you got extra.

                      Yes, I got extra, I grabbed another plate out of the cabinet for B. I started filling his plate up with the breakfast I made. Then I made myself a plate. We sat at the table and honestly, I was so happy to be eating with someone. Even though I had Damari, I was still very much alone.

                       So about the other night, Brandon said . I felt stupid, I shouldn't have called him but I really needed someone to talk to. I'm sorry I called you if I can be honest, I don't have any friends and my family isn't really talking to me right now. I get that you were just being nice--- It through me off cause his placed his hand on my thigh. I instantly got wet. I squeezed my legs together so damn tight. I didn't want to give it away.

                         Look at me when you talking to me. I need eye contact he said snapping his fingers. I was shy so looking down when I was talking to people was a habit of mine. I always felt like if they were looking me straight in my face, they were probably thinking bad things about me. Im sor-- before I could get it out, he place his index finger under my chin and lifted my head up.

I said look at me. I looked into his eyes and got wetter . I wanted him right there and now.

                   Stop Omani that's your husband's best friend my inner thought inquired. What husband, I said  to myself. We sat and talked for little while about life and ambitions. What we wanted in our counterparts and past relationship. He was telling me about his crazy ex girl-friends then Prince started to cry from the other room, he was awake. I got up from the kitchen table, walked into my room, and scooped him up. I headed back out and told Brandon I had to get him situated.

                    "Okay I got to go make runs ways," he said. He moved close to me and Prince, then dapped him off as if he knew what that was. He moved even closer to me all in my personal space. I could feel the cool breeze from his nose hit my forehead. I had fun today, maybe next time you, me, and youngin can go and do sum. I -I- Yes sure that would be fun, I replied. Okay friend imma see you later, he said. Then disappeared out the front door.