Against society [AMBW]

Chapter Thirty

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W4~Thursday

"Why are you guys up?" Judas rubs his eyes whilst making his way into the kitchen. I take a glance up to the black cutlery clock of which is reading 11:38.

"Judas, it's past eleven, man." Adrian chuckles as he too looks up at the clock on the centre wall.

"What day is it?" Judas walks up to the fridge-freezer and grabs a glass water bottle.

"Err... Thursday?" He replies, scratching his head clearly unsure of the day himself. This alone shows that you're in the right vacation mood.

"Are we on school break?" Judas continues to question.

"Yeah?" Adrian replies once again.

"So why are you questioning me why I'm up at this time. Mother fucker if it wasn't for the noise you people were making, I'd still be sleeping for the next two hours."

"We weren't even that loud. Don't you have soundproof walls or something?" I continue scrambling the eggs on the stove.

"No, that's what's getting installed in summer. We didn't need to spend extra money on a house we don't live in most our life. Anywho, with you two shouting whilst cooking and Mel giggling in her room, how the fuck I'm supposed to sleep?"

"Shut up, I made plantain and puff puff...but you know we could eat it without you." I shrug before switching the stove off. Everyone black person knows you can't just eat scrambled egg plain, we have to add our vegetables and corned beef to provide the flavour.

"Is it soft or crispy plantain?" He raises an eyebrow with a face of seriousness.

"Crispy." Adrian answers.

Judas' face softens as his eyebrow rests and his scowl converts into a smile. The boy changes in an instant as if I gave a toddler a lollipop.

"Look, I take back everything I said. When food is ready call me, yeah." With that, he takes a turn and makes his way back towards the glass stairs.

Once he's gone, Adrian and I hold a stare at each other before bursting into laughter as I fall into his chest. The way Moses likes food is a whole 'nother story. But at least he knows the best way to make plantain. If it's not crispy, I'm sorry but it's not it!

"Music?" I ask, picking up my phone.

"Daniel Caesar?" This boy is in love with that man. But to be fair his music is the best to listen to on a dark day or when you want to vibe in your room alone.

"Put the song in." I pass him the phone with the screen on my beats app.

He takes my phone and types in the song name. I admire his concentrated face as he scrolls through the suggestions. I seem to notice that whenever he's really focused on something his lips turn into a pout and he continuously puffs out his cheeks.

The music starts and he turns the volume up, then places it on the countertop. I return to the now hot oil in the large pot next to the big batch of puff puff mixture.

Swaying my hips to the music, I begin to gather the mixture in my hand and squeeze it into the oil mixture.

All of a sudden, I feel a pair of hands hold my waist, moving in the same directions as me hips. This is something you'd watch in the films only to fantasise about, but know damn right doesn't ever happen in reality. But I didn't realize people actually do this.

"You're the coffee that I need in the morning." He surprises me everyday I spend with him. The soothing voice pleases my ears. Although, he's being charismatic and playful, it's hard to deny how good he is. I used to sing in a choir until I messed up in a solo and never walked on a stage again. I still enjoy it, alone though.