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Darling Nikki (Part 13)

Hey.. here's part 13 !
-Nicole

â??Child what are you doing climbing from my sonâ??s window?â? She asked giving me a side look.

â??Itâ??s not what you think mam. I wanted to apologize because I had did something wrong and itâ??s kind of complicated but yea.â? I tried to explain it in a way that didnâ??t involve me telling her that I was drunk.

â??You couldnâ??t tell him from the front door?â? She asked pointing to the front yard.

â??See I tried that, but he wouldnâ??t answer because he was angry.

So I, climbed the side of your house. But in my defense I made sure to miss your lovely roses planted on the side of the house.â? I flashed a smile but she didnâ??t return the facial.

â??Youâ??re Nicole, I presume.â? She said this as if I was mentioned before.

â??Yes mam.â? I responded as politely as possible. She began to smile and I felt better.

â??When Michael said that you were quite the character, I wouldâ??ve never suspected you to be such the acrobat.â?

I didnâ??t know whether or not this was a compliment but thatâ??s what I took it as.

â??Thank you?â? I asked unsure.

â??Child get in this house and have a piece of cake.â? She spoke walking towards the front yard.

â??Oh no I just came over to say that I was sorry.â? I spoke making her stop dead in her tracks.

â??Are you saying no child?â? She asked as if I was crazy.

â??No mam.â? I responded quickly. She scared me, even though she smiled the entire time. She walked into the house and I followed close behind. I noticed that she was limping but I didnâ??t ask.

We walked into the house and I was quite impressed it looked a lot nicer than I had expected. Not saying that I was expecting a hell hole or anything.

She walked to the kitchen and cut a cake that was sitting on the counter. I stood beside her and waited patiently.

She put the piece on a plate and then grabbed a fork. She handed it to me and I gladly accepted. It was chocolate, my favorite.

I took a big chunk and stuffed it in my mouth. She watched with a smile as if she was pleased by my reaction.

â??So you and Michael are friends?â? She asked grabbing a cup from the cupboard.

â??Mmhmm.â? I responded nodding my head. I swallowed the piece in my mouth and stared at the cake as if it was gold.

"Mam, I donâ??t exaggerate about anything. But when I say this cake makes me want to cry I mean it.â? She laughed at this and I smiled. She went to the fridge and got out some milk. It was like she was reading my stomach.

She poured a cup and handed it to me. I took a sip and then put it down on the counter.

â??Thank you so much.â? I spoke wiping my mouth with my arm.

â??How close would you say Michael and you are?â? I didnâ??t know where she was getting at but I didnâ??t mind. Her cake was delicious.

â??Iâ??d never tell him this but heâ??s my best friend.â? I responded taking another bite. She nodded and continued to smile.

â??Heâ??s quite fond of you.â? She spoke making my chewing stop. I flashed a weak smile and swallowed.

â??What do you mean?â? I asked now taking a sip of milk.

â??You know better than I do what I mean.â? She spoke chuckling a bit. The moment became extremely awkward and I just stood there looking around the kitchen.

Michael didnâ??t seem like he liked me. I didnâ??t really believe it. But I had to ask.

â??How do you know?â? I asked lowering my voice. She sighed and smiled to herself.

â??Honey Iâ??ve been around for a long time. If thereâ??s one thing I know, itâ??s when my son is fallin.â?

Just then Michael came into the kitchen and looked at the two of us as if he was seeing a horror movie.

â??What are you doing here? Talking to my mother?â? He asked making me laugh.

â??Chillin.â? I responded taking another bite of cake.

â??Yes Michael we just chillin.â? I nearly spit my cake out with laughter. His mother using slang, very funny site.

â??Mother, what did I tell you about using slang in front of guest?â? Michael asked with a look of embarrassment.

â??Donâ??t be mad because your mom is cooler than you.â? I teased taking another sip of milk.

â??Oh stuff cake in your mouth.â? He replied rolling his eyes.

â??Donâ??t talk to this young lady like that!â? his mother snapped at him making me smile.

â??He does it all the time Ms. Jackson.â? I spoke up with a pout.

â??Michael!â? She yelled scowling him.

â??Sheâ??s lying!â? he yelled back pointing at me.

â??See, heâ??s doing it again.â? I spoke shaking my head.

â??Apologies to this young lady!â? His mother snapped. He groaned and gave me an evil glare.

â??Well?â? I asked egging him on. This was too fun

â??Iâ??m sorry.â? He spoke between clenched teeth.

â??Thatâ??s right you listen to your mother.â? His mother spoke making me nearly laugh.

â??What a wonderful mother you are.â? I added in.

â??Get out.â? He spoke pointing towards the door.

â??Michael!â? His mother snapped once more. I couldnâ??t hold it in any longer. I began to laugh.

â??Itâ??s okay, I need to go anyways. Thank you so much for the cake and milk. It was so good I swear Iâ??m coming back for another.â?

I spoke making her smile brightly.
She held her arms out and I looked at them with a confused expression.

â??Hug me child.â? She spoke as if I was the crazy one.

â??Now I see where you get it from.â? I spoke to Michael before holding my arms out. She hugged me tightly and I couldnâ??t help but smile.

â??Come again soon you here?â? She asked letting go.

â??Sure thing mam.â? I spoke while walking towards the door. Michael walked with me and before I could leave he grabbed my arm.

â??Donâ??t think Iâ??m not getting you back for your little act you liar.â? He whispered making me laugh.

â??You wonâ??t do anything you little pussy.â? I whispered back trying to get my arm away. He squeezed tighter making my arm hurt.

â??Michaelâ??s hurting me!â? I yelled back into his house making him let go.

â??Michael!â? I heard his mother yell making me laugh. I stuck my tongue out and before he could catch me I ran off of his porch.

His mother was a lot nicer than I had expected. Most mothers would have tried to kill me if they caught me climbing out of their sonâ??s window. But instead she offered me cake?

I couldnâ??t stop thinking about what she said. Did Michael really like me? Ugh Why did I care? It wouldnâ??t matter anyways because I didnâ??t like him. Right?

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