I sat on my twin-sized bed with my back against the wall and my newfound friend, Christopher, right next to me. “You’re weird,” I giggle after glancing over at his doodle sketches in my new notebook that was supposed to be for my class.
“If I wasn’t, would you still have talked to me?”
“Um…hell yea. You’re one fine ass muthafcka!” I smile, staring at my computer scrolling through the new articles on fashionbombdaily.com. “Weird is sexy sometimes,” I tell him.
“I’m sexy and I been knew that sht!” We both laughed. “I’m hungry af!” He put his hand on his stomach.
“It’s hot af,” I blurt out and sit my laptop to the side and stand up to snatch my shirt off revealing my light blue sports bra with my black jogging pants. My dark brown hair was crinkled but I still managed to put it up in a sloppy pony tail. I noticed Chris staring at me. I had a mocha skin complexion but was beyonce thick type with the hour-glass form, and big dark brown-slanted eyes with what I call a big nose and plump lips, in which Chris had all complimented me on before I talked about his sexy self. I called myself pretty, but Chris told me I was beautiful in which not a lot of people said to me. So that compliment was taken in slowly but surely.
“Don’t you wanna walk to the convenient store?” I ask him as I walk into the kitchen.
He groaned. “Don’t you wanna throw them ramen noddles in a pot? I know you got some!”
“I’m tired of ramen noodles!” I pouted as I opened the fridge and bent over to look in and see what was in there.
”Ooh, cook that!” He pointed at a pack of chicken.
“No, that’s my roommate’s chicken! She’ll whoop my ass!”
“Fck her! I’m hungry!”
“Like I said we can go to the store!” I stood up, closing the fridge. I walked over to my side of the cabinets to open them when Chris was all up on me.
“I said cook the fckin chicken!” He hissed through his teeth, all in my ear.
I opened the cabinets and searched for a snack. “And I said no!” I look back over my shoulder at him.
He quickly turns me around and sits me up on the counter and smacks his lips, “Please baby!”
“ionno you!” I laugh, pushing him back and he fell up against the wall that was two feet away from me. I hopped the counter and stuck my tongue out at him. “Stop being so damn lazy!” I yell at him, turning back around to grab some fruit snacks out the fridge.
“I’m not lazy,” he walks up behind me, again, and kisses my shoulder bringing chills up my spine as he continued to kiss up my shoulder to my neck. “I’m really, Really, REALLY hungry.” He then wrapped his arms around my waist.
I sigh. “Let me go and I will go make a run to Popeyes because-“
“NUH UH! I hate popeyes! KFC!”
“UGH! FINE! Whatever, KFC.” “
Tryna buy that greasy ass chicken! Fck is wrong witchu!” He smacks my ass and goes to lay in my bed.
I stand in the kitchen doorway with a bag of fruit snacks. `“Popeyes is good too!” He rolls his eyes. “KFC IS NASTY!”
“No it’s not,” he yells.
“Yes it is!”
“Yuup!” I run over to the bed and jump in, laying on the edge. “Will you be my teddy bear?” I ask him, making the puppy dog face.
“Tf is a teddy bear?”
“Someone who lets me cuddle with them until I fall asleep or when I’m sad and crying or when I’m mad and wanna punch something.”
“Oh hell nah, I’ll be everything but the last part!” We laugh.
“Just a baby punch!” I lightly punched him. “See,” I smile and put my hand on his cheek.
“Wow,” I took my index finger and made a trail around his face.
“What?” He takes my hand and puts it by my side.
“You have freckles!”
“News flash: I been knew that sht!”
“That’s sexy,” I continue to stare.
“You think so?”
“Yea,” I lay on my bed and raise my feet in the air. “So are we going to get the chicken or not?” I then turn to lay on my side and lift my forearm up so that I could lay my head on my hand.
Chris lay on his back with his arms behind his had with his eyes closed. “Um, Why both of us gotta go?”
“Umzzz because my roommate don’t know ya ass and she’ll have a fit if I leave a stranger in our apartment.”
"Man…FCK YO ROOMMATE! Nah I’m just playing. But if that’s the problem, I’ll just show my ass.” He snickered.
I stared at him, shaking my head. Then I got up and walked down the hall and stopped to open my closet and pulled out a shirt. I went to the bathroom and closed the door exactly when my roommate walked in.
“SoSo, you here?” Corrine asks. I hear her stop right by the door to open her closet.
“Yeah,” I shout as I change. I open the door and walk out. “Hey.”
“Hey. Going somewhere?”
“Yea, me and my friend are about to walk over to KFC.”
“WALK?!” Chris yells. “NO WE TAKING THE BUS!”
I roll my eyes. “What are you about to do?” I follow her to our room that we shared.
Her twin-sized bed was across from mine. Our computer desks sat in front of the windows making a line down the middle to our spaces in the small studio apartment. “I am about to skype Joshua.”
“Awe you miss ya boo so much that you call his ass every day! That’s distant love, right there!”
She smiles and then pouts. “Yessir.”
“Chris this my roommate Corrine." I introduce them so that I wouldn't be rude enough already that he was lying in my bed like I knew the ngga. "Getcha lazy Ass UP!” I hit Chris with my purse and grab my keychain necklace with all my keys and id’s on it.
“Hello Chris,” she waves as she stared into her computer screen as she logged into skype.
“Sup,” he nods. “Man we going to my apartment after we get something to eat” Chris puts on his snapback and grabs his book bag.
“Okay,” I simply say and stuff my notebooks and books in my purse along with my laptop and I-phone. “See you later, Cori.” I wave and walks out with Chris.
“I bet you could pack a whole closet in that btch!”
I smile and hold my purse close to me even though it was heavy af. “Yeah and I got a few bowling balls in this btch that could fck your foot up you keep talking sht!” I press the down button. “Where do you live?” I ask. I lived in the Presidential Towers on Madison Avenue in Chicago, and recently lived in the city all of my life.
Chris was from Los Angeles but was born in Tappahannock, Virginia. He lived in New York for a while too and went to an art academy out there for high school, and then attended some years in college out in Los Angeles. He moved to Chicago last summer and it was my first time seeing him over the past couple of days. He told me that he wanted to check out the art ant stuff out, so here he is taking pictures of Chicago's art and doing his own thing. "I live in the Taylor Lofts."
"Oh ok. I know where those are." We got on the elevator, standing apart from each other. I looked at the numbers going down as he looked at his phone.
I finally got the courage to speak to him while walking home behind him like usual. I wasn’t stalking the ngga. We just took the same bus. We got down to the lobby and walked out the building and headed towards the end of the sidewalk where we crossed immediately.
“Damn girl, don’t you know it’s a crosswalk!?” Chris grabbed my arm.
I yanked away. “Boy they ain’t gonna hit me! I wish they would! I’d be a millionaire! They see me walking whether I’m supposed to cross or not!” He picked me up and carried me across the street and put me down. I balled up my hands and placed them on my hips, staring up at 6’foot frame to my 5’7 frame. “Was there a problem, Mr. Officer?” I tilt my head, too, with my eyes almost closed from the sun in my face.
“Yeah,” Chris pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around my waist, looking down at me.
He smacked his lips. “I was about to lose my future wifey!”
I smile and look away. “C’mon, let me go so we can get something to eat.”
“iight, but I gotta do something first.”
I sigh hard and look away. “What must that be, Mr. Officer?”
“Why are you calling me, Mr. Officer?!”
“...’cause a btch can’t cross a street without you being on my got damn heels!”
Chris laughed. “Yea and I can’t let you go either,” he moved his head with mine as I tried to avoid what he was trying to do. “without kissing you first,” he caught me up and kissed me. Damn the vibez was too damn strong and I was trying to resist! Fck! His fine ass got us out here kissing in public and I ain’t that type to display our love for all the world to see got damn it! I pushed him back as he was tryna give me tongue and get all passionate and sht. “Is there a problem, Mrs. Officer?”
“Um…yea, we’re in public. I don’t know you, and I’m fckin hungry, and plus I might just slap you for that sht you just pulled!” Chris let me go and I began to walk away until he held my hand. “You moving fast a bit much, aintcha?!” I look up at him as we stop on the corner, waiting to cross the four-lane street.
Chris smiled. “It’s just a lil bit of affection, bae. Relax,” he leans in and kisses me on my cheek. He must want me to cause a scene out here today!
I smile and shake my head. I knew this ngga was fckin’ testing me man. Mr. Officer walked me across the street. “OMG IM A BIG GIRL NOW!” I said sarcastically, clapping and laughing.
"You make me so proud!" Chris hugged all over me as we walked in the metra station where they had a cafeteria. We stood in line at nasty ass KFC. I didn't know this dude, but some btch was steady staring and it was pissing me off. She worked behind the counter at KFC and if she kept it up I was gonna be back there whoopin her bug-eyed lookin ass. "Shawty you wanna take a picture!" Chris yelled.
She rolled her eyes, poppin her gum as we stepped up next in line. Chris' arms wrapped around me. "Welcome to KFC, would you like the special today?"
I looked up at the menu. "What you want, boo?" Chris sighed and looked up at the menu. Me and this btch had a muthafcking staring contest. "Do you know me or something 'cause you staring real hard?"
She smirks. "No, I do not. I've just never seen anyone like him." She nods at Chris.
He stopped looking at the menu to look at her. "Fck you mean?!"
"The blonde hair," she smiles. "It's sexy. And the freckles too."
"I been clarified that sht, btch keep it moving!" I told her as I was ready. "ion wan no damn KFC!"
"iight, lemme order real quick." He unwrapped his arms from around me and then went up to the counter. "Let me get the special, man." He reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
I leaned on the counter. “…ugh. My lazy ass,” I smiled.
“You want something?” Chris stares at me.
I nod. “Yeah. Some baked chicken, I guess and mash potatoes and fries.”
The female sighed. “Would you like to add that on?”
“Yes,” I wrapped my arms around Chris and he put one arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the forehead.
The female cleared her throat. “Would that be all?”
“Two cokes, please” Chris says. She gave us the total and we split the total. We make it to his apartment in 10 minutes from taking the bus and hurry up to his room so that we could eat. I was wondering if Chris was playing that I was his girl. “You know you my girlfriend, right?” he blurts out.
“spspshpshhhh!” I smacked my lips and then smile. “For real? Cause I ain’t know that just meeting some random ass ngga and bringing him over to my place ‘cause you was cool and then-“
“Look, you my girl, SoSo! Deal with it!” He laughed.
I shook my head. “I don’t KNOW YOU okay?! So until I say yes, we not sht!”