More Than Friends

Billy With The Blue Eyes

"Your mother?" Me and Brandon said out loud at the same time.

"I told you we was at the wrong people house." Brandon mumbled to me.

"Yes, Dr. Thompson. Is there a problem?" He looked at us confused.

"Uh...no." I tried to not be rude. But I was trying to figure out how he came out of the equation with Dr. Thompson. Nothing about him looked mixed.

He laughed. "She's my step-mother, which would explain my whiteness. But she raised me since I was a young boy. When my father died."

"Oh..." I laughed nervously.

Scott looked me up and down. "You're even more beautiful than the pictures you took for the Halberstein Prize. My mother was showing everyone who she came in contact with. Do all American women look this way or are you a rare diamond?"

He looked me up and down once again.

Brandon hit me with his elbow.

I didn't notice I was getting lost in his ocean blue eyes, until I saw O looking at me upset.

"Uhh...Scott this is my boyfriend Odell. And Bestfriend Brandon." I introduced the two.

"Didn't know that. I apologize if I was overstepping my bounds." He told O and held out his hand to shake.

O just looked at his hand.

"Well..." Scott let out an awkward laugh and put his hand down. "I'll show you guys to your rooms. Mother will be over later for dinner."

He walked inside and we followed. He motioned for a man to get our bags and he did.

We followed him upstairs.

"Kenya and I'm sorry what was your name again?" He looked at Odell.

Odell just stood against the wall with his arms folded. Not here for me or Scott.

"Odell." I spoke for him.

"Yes. This is your room." He pointed to a room.

"And across the hall in here, is your room." He pointed to a room across the hall for Brandon."

"We have 24 hour service. Chef. Maid. A full bath in each room. You guys are welcome to the pool and anything else. We just want you to enjoy. Like I said mother will be over later. I have to make a run, but make yourselves at home. If you have any concerns, Franklin, who will be bringing yoir bags up should be able to help. Make your selves at home." He  tipped his imaginary hat and went downstairs.

Before I could fully look around O had went in the room.

Brandon looked me up and down and shook his head. "Mm-mm-mm."

"Goodbye Brandon." I rolled my eyes at him and went in the room with O.

He had sat down in a nice plush chair that was in the corner, looking through his phone.

I sat on his lap.

"O I'm sorry if I made you feel out of place. I was nervous. That's Dr. Thompson's son and I don't know what happened."

"Get up." He simply said.

I got up. He got up and went to the bathroom and closed the door.

I sighed and went to Brandon's room.

He was in there taking selfies.

"Can you be here longer than a minute before you take selfies?"

"No, these bitches need to learn we are not on the same level."

"Oh my God." I rolled my eyes and sat on his bed.

"O's mad at me." I pouted and laid down across the bed.

"I would be to Kyrie Irving."

"What? I am not no Kyrie Irving."

"Oh yes your are. One look at billy with the blue eyes,you ready to leave your negro and host an all white man yacht party."

I stale faced him. "I wasn't looking at him like he was looking good. I was nervous because he was Dr. Thompson's son."

He rolled his eyes and sat in the chair. "Whatever you say Kyrie. And Billy was looking at you too."

"Please stop. No he wasn't. He just said I was beautiful and when I introduced O he backed off. Don't even speak that into existence. Im coming here for school only and to help my baby train to get better. Nothing is breaking is up. Nothing."

"Except Billy with the blue eyes."

"You know what Brandon stop. Like forreal." I looked at him seriously.

"Shit I'll take Billy. His ass fine as hell. Now that's the type of white person you get. Not like these niggas and these average ass beckies. If you gon get a Becky make sure she as fine as Billy, otherwise that's a waste of interracial dating. These niggas be pulling honey boo boo mama, and talking bout we don't fuck with black women. And black women don't want you either boo. Fuck outta here."

I stared at the ceiling.

"Uh-uh don't be comfortable in here.  You better go make it up to your man, before Billy with the blue eyes come back."

"You are so annoying." I got up.

I sighed as I went into the room, hoping O had calmed down. For my sake, let's hope he did.