Culturally Biased

"You weren't complaining when I put it there."

Narrator

Daysia's eyes opened to Jeffery staring at her.

She squinted her eyes.

"Ew don't do that." She said.

"Do what?" He asked.

"Stare at me."

"I can't help it. You're a work of art."

Daysia slightly smirked.

"I guess you're right." She says before sitting up and running her hands through her short hair.

"Daysia?" Jeffery called as she walked to the bathroom to freshen up.

"Yeah?"

"Be my girlfriend?"

She poked her head out of the bathroom door.

"You didn't have to ask." She said.

"I didn't?"

"Nah you did. But yes, I'll be your girlfriend."

~

"Can y'all stop your pda for two seconds?" Miciah asked walking into the living room and sitting down on Dario's lap.

James and Brazil pulled away from their kiss, waited two seconds, then began kissing again.

"Good morning." Randy said walking in.

"Where's your girl?" Dario asked.

"She's combing Pricilla's hair and it's not really going great."

"If you so happen to know, I got all the knots out." Annick said coming down the stairs.

"I have a headache now." Pricilla said drowsily, plopping down on the couch next to Randy.

The doorbell suddenly rang making everyone look there.

"Dario you can get it." Annick said.

"Why him?" Miciah asked.

"Cause' he don't do nothing." Annick said.

Miciah shrugged.

"True." She said, sliding off his lap.

He stayed put.

"Well...go get the door."

"I um...can't." He said.

"Why not?" Randy asked.

"I have a uh...problem."

"What problem?" Miciah asked.

"The problem when your girl don't know how to stay still when she sits on your lap." He snapped.

There was a small moment of silence before everyone bursted into laughter leaving Dario embarrassed.

"I'll get it." Randy said, getting up.

He opened the door which revealed a face that was familiar to him.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it at the moment.

"Hi I'm Julia. I think we met weeks back. You were with Annick."

"Oh...right...um what can I help you with?" He asked nervously.

"Is Annick here? I'd like to have a word with her."

Everyone in the living room was hearing the conversation and before anyone could stop her, Pricilla was sprinting off to hide somewhere.

"Um...Annick? Can you come here?"