Adaeze

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I looked at Adaeze's plate of pancakes while I finished stacking mine.

"Isn't that a crepe?" I wondered.
"Eh?"
"Your pancakes are just crepes."
"Crepes have filling." she argued.
"That's the skin of a crepe. You put some strawberries in that and it's a crepe. You put strawberries on mine, and it's still pancakes."
"Oh, you are so sassy. Do my pancakes offend you?" she asked with a hand on her hip.
"No, but if you say you're gonna make pancakes, I expect you to make pancakes. That's all I'm sayin'."
"And if your pancakes are called something else in my country then what?"
I looked at her.
"That is not pancake, it's fluffy rounds. Ah?" she stated. "You like that?"
I laughed.
She sucked her teeth at me. "You are so picky. Pancake is a pancake wherever it is a pancake." She took her plate to move to the table. "tHiS iS nOt A pAnCaKe..." she mocked my voice. "You are not a chef."
I laughed at her sass as she mumbled to herself about me.

She went into the fridge. "Is this orange juice in your country? No, it is tangerine fluid." She sucked her teeth and brought the orange juice to the table while I tried to stifle my laugh.
"Okay, I get it." I admitted.
"You become a boyfriend and decide to get on my nerves." She rolled her eyes at me.
I snickered while I brought my plate of pancakes to the table. "I'm sorry. Your pancakes are pancakes."
"Thank you."

I went to the pantry to grab syrup.

We put one of each pancake on our plates to try.
We'd try each other's first.

"Ready?" I asked.
"Yes."
We took the first bite.

"Mm..." we said at the same time.
We looked at each other. "You like it?" we asked at the same time then both laughed.
"It's good." we said in sync again and she laughed and shoved me.

"Good morning," Mom said while she came downstairs.
"Good morning." Adaeze responded.
"Morning."
"What do we have here?" she asked.
"We made our different variations of pancakes." I answered and kept eating.
"Ohhh, is it for the family or just the two of you?"
"The family." Adaeze smiled.
"Wonderful." My mom started to grab a plate.

"Dave! The kids made pancakes!" she shouted.

"Where did Tatum go for his date?" I asked her while she came to sit down.
"The bowling alley."
"He wouldn't go later in the day?"
"He said she has strict parents. She can't be out past a certain time." she explained while putting pancakes on her plate.
"Ah."
"Are you excited?" she asked me with a smile.
"For what?" I wondered and ate another bite.
"First game of your senior year is in a few weeks. It's coming up fast."
"Oh, yea! I'm going all out."
"Your game is coming up?" Adaeze asked.
"Yea. It's the 16th." I told her.
"Where is it?" she wondered.
"Our school's gym. Are you coming?"
"You can ride with the family, Adaeze." my mom offered.
"I wouldn't ride with you?" she asked me.
"No, I have to be there early to set up and warm up."
"Oh..."

"Isn't this a crepe in France?" Mom asked.
"Told you." I said to Adaeze.
She sneered and pinched me.
"Ah!"

~

We were getting ready for the party, and by "we" I mean Adaeze was and I was on the game because it didn't take me that long.

Tristan and Dylan hopped on.

"Yo." said Dylan.
"What's up?" I responded.
"Hey." said Tristan.
"Should we pregame?" Dylan asked while we started customizing our characters.
"Tris, are you still getting me and Adaeze?" I asked.
"Yea."
"Wait, get me too!"
"Alright." Tristan agreed.
"Alright then we'll just pregame at my place since you'd get Dylan first."
"Can I smoke in your house?" Tristan asked.
"Shit, I don't know. I'll ask my dad."
"Cool. If he says no, I'll just do it in the car."
"Alright. Dylan bring an extra bottle." I instructed.
"Why?"
"Because we only have like half a bottle of tequila left and a few beers."
"Alright, what do you want?" he asked.
"It doesn't matter."
"What does Adaeze want?"
"Anything. She just doesn't like beer."
"Alright."

"Dear god...please let me get laid tonight." Dylan stated.
"Dude..." Tristan sighed while I laughed.
"What? You think god doesn't know we fuck?" Dylan asked.
"Of all the things to ask him for."
"Neither of you are even religious!" he argued.
"Yea, but still...it's like...the principle or something." Tristan stated.
"Are you already high?" I asked him.
"No. But I'm rolling up though."
I scoffed.

"I'll probably get Dylan in thirty minutes." Tristan stated.
"Alright." Dylan replied.
We started the game.

"Yo." I stated.
"What?" they asked.
"Bring a condom." I told them.
"Already got it in my wallet." Tristan responded.
"What're you my mom?" said Dylan.
"Alright, when your dick burns because you fucked one of the cheerleaders raw-..."
"ALRIGHT!" he shouted.
"And I'm too young to be an uncle." I added.
"Uncle Ko!" Tristan yelled.
"Bro, shut up." I laughed and so did they.

My door opened and I looked.

Adaeze walked in and fixed her shoe.
I got distracted from the game.

She was in this tight, really short black dress. She was in black heels and held her purse in her hand. Her hair was out and her makeup was done. She shut my door.
I zoned back in a bit and could hear Dylan and Tristan talking about the game through my headphones.
I gestured for her to come here.

She walked over and I pulled her to sit in my lap. I looked back at the tv screen to continue the game, holding the controller with my arms around her waist.
She smelled so good. I kissed her shoulder and neck with my eyes still on the tv.
"Ko?" Dylan called.
"Yea?" I asked and kissed Adaeze again.
"Cover me."
"Alright." I couldn't take my lips off of her.