Our Tears (Lesbian Story)

Eighteen

Paris
"Chyna come on now...Stop actin like that please." I said pulling out of the driveway, with my hand behind Chyna's headrest looking behind. "Acting like what Paris?" She looked at the side of my face with her nose slightly turned up. "That attitude..." I said rolling my eyes, pulling my arm back to the steering wheel, now looking ahead. "Maybe I'm not acting Paris! Maybe my feelings really are fucking hurt! I stick up for you and you pop up at that bitch house!" I just shook my head. "I actually love Ashanti so you thinking that I can get over her in a couple of weeks is crazy..." I paused holding back slight tears, hoping Chyna wouldn't tell. "We were together for years before we actually met,face to face. Things change when you are always under someone.." When Chyna felt the honesty in my voice our conversation didn't continue any further.
And in our moment of quietude I stopped by Tees to pick up my phone.
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During the rest of our ride to my moms house, there was some thick ass tension. But I figured I'll handle it when I get home.
I took a huge breath before stepping out of the car, walking to Chyna's side to open her door, but she made it clear she didn't need my help. She made her way to the door before I did so, I just casually stood behind her with my hand on her hip.
"Move your hand....Friend." She said before making sure we were standing side by side when my mom opened the door.
My mom is a pretty sweet woman but when it comes down to me....she turns into a little fire ball.
None other than herself opens the door, with a wide smile.
"Heyyy baby!" She squeezed me in her arms kissing my cheeks."I missed you...annnd whoo is this young lady?" My mom said looking at Chyna,who was smiling softly, "Ma...This is Chyna, my- uh friend I was talking about earlier." like instinct I placed my hand on her hip again. As soon as I did it I regretted it, but if I moved it I figured it would draw even more unwanted attention. But Chyna handled it, "Nice to meet you Mrs. Johnson." She held her hand out but my mom corrected her. "MISS." I looked at my mom then to chyna, growing concerned. I didn't want my mom to give Chyna the cold shoulder, but that's what it looked like. "Ma.. Are you going to at least invite us in? I haven't even seen the inside of this house yet." I asked trying to lighten the mood. My mom giggled, walking back in the house with the door opened. Chyna and I followed, I tried holding her hand, which was trembling due to her being so nervous. But she still had an attitude with me, so she rolled her eyes while she pulled her hand away. Smirking to myself my mom lead us to the dinning room, she turned around to speak but something caught her attention. "Parry...come here.." I obeyed my mother, once we were face to face she grabbed my neck on either side and looked at my lip. "You have a big scratch on your lip." I slightly rolled my eyes then realized who I was standing in front of. "It's nothing, Ma. All this food looks good though let me go wash my hands.......Wheres the bathroom." I tried hard to change the subject. Mom pointed down the hall. "It's going to be on your left." while I started down the hall I heard my mom mumble something's to Chyna but I couldn't quite make out what it was.

Chyna
"Aren't you going you wash your hands too?" MISS Johnson asked me, while sitting in one of the chairs in the dinning room. "I can wait until she's out the bathroom." I assured her. Miss Johnson smirked a bit before moving back to a previous question. "What happened to my baby's face?" I situated my legs and spoke up. "Ashanti smacked her..and she has like these really long nails." Miss Johnson placed her hand on her chest as if to say 'oh my'. "What did Paris do to deserve that?" The question itself seemed sarcastic, but she seemed actually concerned."I don't know they got in an argument about something." Miss Johnson just shook her head. But I was still focused on her question...How could someone deserve to get hit in the face by someone but I left it alone.
"So where are you from?" Paris' mom seemed to be warming up to me. "I'm from Dubai..My family moved here when I was 12... I like it much better here..What about you guys?" I responded cheerfully, but she just sipped her, what I'm assuming to be wine and started."Paris' father and I are from Ohio, but Paris is from Haiti." without knowing it I furrowed my eyebrows. "Were you guys visiting or something?" I asked growing curious. Miss Johnson just laughed in my face. "No darling, I shouldn't even be telling you this but, my ex-husband and I were doing some work for some of the sick and wounded women and families. Her mom was giving birth around the time that we were heading back to the states, her and I also became very close. Her mom told me she wanted Paris to have a chance at life she never had...I-I never wanted to take her but she insisted so mu-" Miss Johnson was cut off by Paris who was at the corner of the hallway. "Ma stop messing with this girl and let's eat." Paris was laughing slightly until she saw the seriousness wire in her moms face. "Wa-Wa-Wait, you're serious?"
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