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Tough Love Part 57
Guess weâ??ll see who called now :) (c)(c)(c)(c)(c)(c)(c) Chapter 57 My Girl I was watching TV, in the living room with Michael and Dad. Ring, ring. Once again, Iâ??m on the right end of a sofa. Guess thatâ??s my favorite spot, but either way, I pick up the living room phone, which is on another one our small, round brown tables. â??Hello?â? â??Hey.â? I melt again and let my head fall back. â??Hey,â? my voice suddenly got soft and attracted to some guyâ??s minds. I could feel Dad and Michael look over at me. I look down and giggle to myself a little. â??Whatâ??cha doing?â? he asks. â??Nothing, just watching T.V. you?â? â??Iâ??m watching T.V. also. So, what have you been up to today?â? â??Nothing much. I made some changes. Hold on a sec.â? â??Sure, just tell me when you have the phone.â? Dad says. So I go up to my room and I make sure Dad hangs up. I lay down on my bed. The T.V. is already on, so I have something to concentrate on. We kept sorta tip-toeing around yesterday, so I finally bluntly ask as Iâ??m looking out my window. â??Did you write those songs you were singing yesterday?â? Pause. â??Yeah, kinda.â? â??Who are they about?â? â??Why does it matter?â? Ouch. â??Sorry. Their just songs written. No quite agenda-minded. But whatâ??chu thought about it?â? I was silent. â??I LUVED IT!â? I screamed/yelled. â??Ouch,â? he says with a laugh. â??But I really did. You donâ??t take chorus, so how will I know you know how to sing?â? â??Thatâ??s the thing.â? â??But your dad is a minister. You donâ??t sing in the choir?â? â??I do. I didâ?¦a little. But he doesnâ??t know I sing about stuff like this. Itâ??s secular to him. Guess why we were listening to church songs.â? â??But M.J. the sky is the limit.â? â??Not to my dad. Not about stuff like this. He just wants me with a suitable girl thatâ??s lovelyâ?¦.And YOU are all those thingsâ?¦.â? â??Well, you areâ?¦an exotic BEAUTY! You know those girls who want their babies with â??that good hairâ??, theyâ??ll see YOU â??bout that.â? â??See and Iâ??m tired of â??those girlsâ??. Lyric, you have good hair, TOO.â? â??I get perms, sweetheart. And itâ??s short. So easy to fix up when itâ??s this short.â? â??Why is it?â? â??It just is. My hair looks GOOD on me.â? â??Boy donâ??t I know!â? I had a secret-top agenda that M.J. didnâ??t know about, and it went a lot deeper than just a kiss. Actually it WASNâ??T, a kiss. But while we were talking Friday, Patricia told me that there would be guys on the other side of town having a basketball game and there would be barbeque. She said M.J. would be there, playing of course. I told her Iâ??d only go if sheâ??d go. We knew other people there, like Jerome, but itâ??ll be less quite obvious and smoother if a friend tagged along. Iâ??d have her full-attention just as long as M.J. didnâ??t have it because Austin had huge migraines, which was probably a symptom of a fever. He told her to have some fun, but not too much, so I have my friend for a day. The game is an all-day thing because itâ??s like a tournament, but M.J.â??s team, which consisted of some our CHSâ??s team would start sometime around two; which is the heat of the day. Why he hadnâ??t told me? I donâ??t know. Maybe lack of self-confidence. Know what; maybe his FAMILY may be there to witness it. What if I see KiKi? So I called Patricia. â??I donâ??t know. They shouldnâ??t. He told me and Jerome once that when his dad DOES go to the games, thatâ??s only for the looks. He doesnâ??t even like to be there half the times, so I donâ??t know. Hate to say it, but HOPWFULLY NOT. You WANNA be able to flirt with his son without him being around.â? â??True.â? Iâ??d admitted. The next day, I went into my closet after church. Patricia advised me to wear some shorts, but thatâ??s too suggestive. So I decided to wear some capris and one of our schoolâ??s T-shirts thatâ??s mostly dark blue. â??Change it.â? Pat said when she saw it. â??But Iâ??m wearing Vans.â? I say in a childish voice. â??Change it!â? she repeats. She grabs my hand and we go to my room. I walk downstairs with a pale green tank on. Instead of Vans, she had me change into some sandals. â??Let me see if thereâ??s anything else I can doâ?¦.Well we donâ??t want him to see you in something youâ??ve already worn before.â? She looks me up and down. â??Like your black.â? She means the clothing. â??This is about the best you can do. Guys like skin. And youâ??re showing some skin. But not too much. Come on, letâ??s go.â? â??Told you about meeting up with these fruity boys.â? Dad says. â??You say that every time the guy is pretty. Heâ??s not though.â? I say. Patricia dressed me the way she wanted because we were dressed similar, but Iâ??m fine with it. Patricia knows what sheâ??s doing. â??Think heâ??s gonna kiss you today?â? â??Donâ??t know. Iâ??ll let the wind blow and not even care.â? I at LEAST wanted good conversation with him! Once we get off the bus, we already approaching the crowd and seat on the sideline. I see M.J. walk out there with an orange wife-beater and a blue huge shirt with the sleeves cut. When he has the ball, he looks over my way, and I smile back at him. I look to my right and I see Pat underneath the tree. M.J.â??s team wins their first round. They go back to practice after an official cooling off, so Iâ??m not able to talk with him. â??I saw that,â? Pat says as she sits by me again. After their second round, itâ??s about seven. â??Hey,â? he walks over to me with a wide smile. â??Hi,â? I wink. He brings his arms out. I hug him tight. â??Aww. Iâ??m just sweating.â? â??I donâ??t care.â? I say. He looks down at his outfit then mine. â??True,â? he says. â??Youâ??re hungry?â? â??Starving.â? Pat knows some of the other people there, so itâ??s simple for her to leave us alone. â??So how did you know? Did your little girlfriends tell you about it?â? â??Yep!â? I say as I feel up my plate. â??And what did you do with your hair?â? He touches it and smiles. â??I like it.â? I look down with a smile. â??Thank you,â? I say as heâ??s already looked away. â??Youâ??re welcome,â? he looks back to me. We sit over at this picnic table. We spot Jerome and Patricia talking by a tree. She turns away, so I know I need to keep talking with him. M.J. and I are facing the road. â??What made you wanna come?â? I look away. â??I just wanted to see you.â? I roll my eyes and smile. â??See what youâ??re about.â? One time as weâ??re talking, he starts to put his left arm around my shoulder, but stop himself short. But I put it around my shoulder FOR him. â??You can eat!â? I laugh. â??But I think all boys love that. A girl with a hearty appetite. Means sheâ??s a good cook.â? I look at him kind of jokingly. â??But thatâ??s just what THEY say.â? He smiles. I roll my eyes and shove a piece of my roll to his nose. Then I play in his hair. â??I know. Itâ??s sticking up for real now!â? I laugh. â??I like it.â? We smile. â??What time is it?â? Patricia asks us. â??After eight.â? M.J. says. â??We gotta go.â? Pat says. He hasnâ??t had another round today, so weâ??ve been sitting by each other; really bonding. â??Aww, some more time?â? he asks. â??Let me walk him home.â? I say. They all look at me. â??Just to tell him good night.â? â??Okay,â? Patricia says in a shaky way. We get up as he throws his strawberry away. â??So how do you know I live near here?â? â??I donâ??t.â? I panic. â??Naw. Iâ??m only joking with you. I like you being bold, though. Didnâ??t know you wanted to walk me home, you know.â? He says as he takes my hand, which is SO incrediblyâ?¦SOFT. The sky was already getting gray from the unexpected rain, and it had started getting misty as we started walking. Now itâ??s darker and drizzling. â??Tired?â? I ask him. â??Yeah. My day has been long.â? â??So have mine,â? I smile. â??Because of me.â? I shrug. Weâ??re teasing and swinging our hands. â??Dang, we gotta long day tomorrow.â? â??Better yet week,â? I say. â??Wish I could make sure you get home safely, but I know I canâ??t call too late.â? â??Then I will.â? I say. M.J. has been quiet for a while and Iâ??m wondering if itâ??s me. â??Whatâ??s up?â? I simply ask him. He stops us and holds my hands. â??Why arenâ??t you with Michael Jackson? Heâ??s famous. The ladies love him. Tell me, WHY ME?â? I look down. â??Because youâ??re making more moves than one M.J. Iâ??m a verb, not a noun. I want someone to make a move.â? Then I sigh. â??Plus our relationship isnâ??t like that. My dad knows MJ pretty well, and we couldnâ??t.â? â??Mayday! Mayday! I got it really bad. Little Mama, you make my heart stop. You make my feet sweat. You make my heart go boom, boom, boom, boomâ??â? I lean over and this time, our aim is correct. I did it. I kissed M.J. Levi. â??Guess I have this little dude crazy over me.â? He laughs and I touch his chin, which is in cleft shape. I run my right hand over the left side of his face. â??Think you can hang with me this upcoming Saturday?â? â??Definitely.â? I say. â??â??Kay.â? Then he hugs my waist into his chest. He leans his head to the right, and we press our lips together again. He lets me go with a beam, and I think Iâ??m gonna fall over. We laugh in our chests, obviously embarrassed. â??Here, take my sweatshirt. I donâ??t want you to get your new â??do wet.â? He takes out from his bag and hands it to me. â??Thanks.â? I smile. â??Anything for my girl.â? My heart thumps real quick. â??Your girl?â? â??Yeah,â? his eyebrows raises. I smile then bite my lip. I get on my tippies and we hug tightly. â??See you tomorrow,â? he whispers in my ear. â??â??Kay.â? â??But are you sure you donâ??t want my dad or mom drive you home?â? â??Naw. Dad doesnâ??t need to get use to your name. Heâ??ll think were dating.â? His eyes get bigger and I start laughing. â??Jo-kang!â? I say. â??But meet me around my way.â? He says. And starts walking away. â??Ditto,â? I say. He turns around and smiles. Then we hug. He kisses my cheek, and I look at his ear, which is pierced. Well, both of them. â??Seriously, see you.â? He says. â??I know.â? And I lean my head to the left. Iâ??m quiet and Patricia knows somethingâ??s up, so she left it at that. â??Looks like weâ??ll have a bunch to talk about tomorrow.â? She says. â??He thinks he has it real bad.â? I look over at her. Sheâ??s sitting across from me. I laugh. When I get home, I close the door behind me. â??Whatâ??s up with you?â? Michael says. â??Canâ??t you see, Michael? She just got kissed.â? I slither down the door with a beam. Even though Michael looks sad, I just think itâ??s temporarily. â??Can I talk to M.J.?â? â??Whoâ??s this?â? â??Ki, give me the phone.â? â??Uh oh, sorry. Meant to answer.â? â??Itâ??s okay. Just wanted to let you know I made it here. Safely.â? â??Okay. Iâ??ll see your beautiful spirit tomorrow, Lyric.â? â??Canâ??t you just feel it over the phone?â? â??That too.â? I went to bed thinking, what was this? A new pathway for me? Could I call him my first boyfriend? Letâ??s say he was in my dreams as a mixture since I slept with his pullover on. And I wonder, would Dad be the same if I came home and heâ??d known Michael and ME had kissed. Boyâ?¦I wonderâ?¦â?¦.. (c)(c)(c)(c)(c) Keep reading please :] -Aariyan
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