Mazikeens life wasn't sun shine and rainbows.
Being from another Country, and only knowing one language was hard.
But she learned, she adapted.
One girl caught her attention.
But shes in a relationship.
Daisha knee who she wanted but had no way to g...
My parents understood when we told them what happened, as too why we were back at my place. Neither one of us had a bad attendance either, so my parents really didn't care.
Daisha stayed with us for the rest of the week, but said she had too go home some point. Which was today.
So while I get ready, I'm worrying about her. Her aunt and uncle are clearly not nice, and ya she's 18, but still. Like that's fucked.
I never would've thought me and her would be talking in a relationship way, let alone even talking.
I just hope that we stay together. I know she'd be my first girlfriend, or technical first relationship. I know there's a chance that we won't wind up getting married, but I'm here for being with her for as long as we work out.
I'd date to marry, not too date. So I hope she's the same.
Although with Kyla it never seemed like that, well from the outside it did, inside most definitely not.
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"Calm down Mija, we will find something for you too wear."
"What do I wear!? She said don't do a dress, but typically dresses are the date go too."
"Well wear a skirt, and your one off the shoulder body suit. You haven't worn that since I bought it."
I sighed and grabbed clothes.
Then went in my bathroom and got dressed.
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I walked out the bathroom.
"How about this?"
"Beautiful."
"Okay."
I went too my makeup area and did my hair first, which I put in two French braids, with gold cuffs, and edges laid. Then I did my makeup, brows, liner, lashes, highlighter, and gloss.
I put some hairspray over my hair, so it stays more.
I put my deodorant on and perfume.
The doorbell rang through the house.
"She's here."
"Come on. Don't keep her waiting."
I grabbed my phone and bag, then we went downstairs.
At the door was my dad and brothers, then Daisha.
Daisha was in black ripped jeans, a black T-shirt, bomber jacket, and black air forces, and of course her chain, and rings.
We went over.
"You look beautiful."
"Thank you."
"Are you ready?"
"Yeah."
I went too Daisha.
"Be home by 10." My dad said, but then my mom back handed him in his chest.
He coughed.
"11."
"Don't worry, she's safe with me. She'll be home on time."
"Love you, guys."
"Love you too."
Me and Daisha went out the door and too her car. She opened my door, I thanked her and got in. She closed the door and went too her side and got in.
"So where are we going?"
"Somewhere."
"Where??"
"Somewhere."
"Daisha."
"No no. Just wait."
"Fine."
45 minutes later
She parked the car.
We are on a cliff, which overlooks the city.
When Daisha got out, she put her seat all the way too the steering wheel. Then came too my side and opened the door.
I got out, and she did the same thing with my seat.
"So you said something unique, right?"
"Yeah."
"I don't think this as been done, it might've but fuck it."
She went too the trunk, after opening the back doors. She pulled a box out and went too the open door, and opened the box.
In the box was a blow up mattress.
She set it up, then she started to pump it.
"Your gonna be there forever."
"I'm use too it with basketballs, and my little sisters pool."
"Why not get a pump that plugs in?"
"Honestly, I don't know."
I giggled.
20 minutes later
She put blankets on the bed, then a basket.
"Climb in."
"Should I take my heels off?"
"Probably, yes."
I took my heels off, and put them in the front seat, then climbed in the back. She closed the door and went too the other door, and got in.
She closed the door.
"So I asked your mom what your favorite dish was, that I'd be able too make, and she said Alfredo pasta with chicken, but homemade Alfredo. And thankfully my dad is Italian, and taught me that, so that's dinner."
She pulled a Tupperware container out and put it on the bed, and then played, and silverware. Then cups and Sparkling grape juice.
"I couldn't get wine, but this is the PG wine."
I giggled.
She put the basket in the front.
She put some food on my plate and hers. Then poured two glasses.
"It's still hot, how?"
"I had heat packs in the basket. It prolly not as good as your food, but I tried."
"If it was McDonald's, I would be fine with it because your with me."
She smiled.
"I would've done that but I wanted out first date to be special."
