Got damn it was early as hell, I checked my phone and I had gotten a text from Michael saying that we wanted to wake and bake. Shit, free weed and free dick, what girl can complain. I wrapped my freshly blonde hair up, put on my blue varsity jacket to match my dark jean shorts and blue Jayâs and headed out the door.Â
I had picked up my car from my dadâs house when he wasnât there, so I wouldnât bother Arie for bumming a ride. I wrote a note and sent a text to her and telling her I was out, I walked into the kitchen making sure not make noise and place the note on the counter and then that man came out, damn he scared the hell out of me.
âOh my god!â I jumped and held my chest âWhy are you up so early?â I asked placing the note down but I really didnât care, Ariel said I had to be nice to him since he is from the cookoo house.
He shrugged âI couldnât sleep, so I got hungryâ he furrowed his eyes at me âWhere are you going?â
âOutâ I cocked my head at him, I donât know who he thought he was but he really didnât need to ask about MY whereabouts âThatâs what you tell my sister aight?â I grabbed my keys out the key bowl and walked out. Leaving that cookoo behind in the kitchen.
I pulled up in Michaelâs neighborhood and paralleled parked by his house and got out. For it being around eleven in the morning people were sure out like it was the afternoon, I guess thatâs how it is in the hood. I walked up his pathway and knocked on the door. Then he opened the door, he had no shirt on and all his tattoos were showing, I bit my lip in approval and walked in.
âGood Morning to you toâ he chuckled shutting the doorÂ
âMorning to you Michaelâ I smiled to him
âI told you call me Mike or Tygaâ he walked upstairs to his room
âOkay Tygaâ I followed him and we walked into his room âSo where the weed at?â
âDamn you waste no time huh?â he went into his drawer and got his box out and smiled to me
âNope really donâtâ I took off my jacket and placed on his computer chairÂ
He took them out and placed them in my hands âLight them upâ
I woke up to a text message from Honey telling me she went out for a drive, but I knew the truth she probably went to see a boy. My head and my eyes were kind of sore and heavy from crying hysterically last night with Christopher. After he read me the poem, he explained the rest of his life to me on how he use to paint to escape and how his brother called the ward on him while he was having a episode and he continued to have more to get out and then the diagnosed him with post-traumatic stress disorder, bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. But in actuality he just had hell thrown his way and he had to fight it on his own. I jumped into the shower and continued to wash off the exhaustion off my body, I needed to relax and I know Chris needed to also. So I decided that I would take him out on a day and night on the town. Sort of like a date.
I was done with my shower and came out the bathroom, to here the radio being blasted in the kitchen and I smelt a sweet of aroma of breakfast food. Honey wasnât here so who was cooking. I wrapped my hair up in a towel and secure the towel around my body and made my way downstairs and I saw Chris beating up eggs in a bowl started to scramble them. I saw pancakes, waffles, sausages in serving bowls.Â
âWowâ I said sort of out loudÂ
âGood morningâ he smiled to me âDonât worry I will clean everything up when I am doneâ he said placing the eggs in the skillet
âNo no but thank you wow, who taught you how to cookâ I leaned over the food holding my towel, smelling the beautiful pleasure shoot through my nose
âMy momâ he smiled to himselfÂ
âWell she must have been a great cookâ I leaned against the counter
âThe best and I am not just saying that she was mom, she had a catering buisness âLady Jââ
âWait? Lady J was your momâs catering business?â
He nodded and looked at meÂ
âShe catered for my Sweet Sixteen in January, I met herâŠshe was so sweet and very beautiful and called everyone âangelâ and âbabyâ, she danced with us and everythingâ I smiled
âYep thatâs my momâ he nodded and chuckled âAnd then the incident happen in September..â he trailed off
âSorry..â I bit my bottom lip
âItâs cool but Iâm glad she made your birthday what you wantedâ
âThanks but um after you cook go take a shower and get dressed, I have some my dadâs clothes here since he stays here sometimes, I think you guys are roughly around the same size and trust me he doesnât dress like an old man, he is quite in the now, but I am taking you out on the town and show what Philly has changed intoâ I smiled at myself
âSo this is your good deed for the day or something?â he looked at me and smiled, oh my gosh that smile could do wonders.
âSomething like itâ I smiled and turned on my heels and walked out the kitchen back to upstairs âOh and Chris?â
I caught him giving me and my body a gaze and then he snapped out âYeah yeahâ
âThe eggs are burningâ I giggled
âShit!â he ran and threw them outÂ
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