"Take me to the king!" The choir sung and I stood in awe listening to the familiar song from childhood that my mom use to sing from time to time.
Just like last Sunday I was in church praising God harder than ever. Being pulled away from God for all these years, being in church to me made me feel close to my mother like she was next to me. If I sung hard enough I felt like both of my parents were next to me, and that's all I needed.
I was going to praise God for the rest of my life, with no fear. Because I wasn't afraid to love him.
Unlike last Sunday, Messiah didn't come with me to church today because frankly he wasn't a church person. He didn't feel like a religion and putting himself into a box would do anything with his relationship with God. He felt as if he could communicate with God through prayer and talking to him, he didn't need religion to be a middle man.
"Saige." My arm was caught in someone's hand as I turned around being face to face with Kyle, the man from the club.
"Hi Kyle." I gave him a warm smile as I looked around the parking lot to make sure no one was watching us.
I just didn't like anyone in my business, especially when it came to guys. "How have you been, you haven't been answering my texts." He stood at 5'7 looking at me.
"Honestly Kyle-" Getting ready to the tell him I wasn't interested he cut me off.
"Are you hungry?" He smiled before telling me about a good waffle house a few minutes away.
Rubbing my lip gloss together, I debated thinking about what Megan would do. "Yea, uh I can eat. Yes." I nodded my head chuckling a little before heading to the waffle house.
"Belgium waffle with grits and corn beef hash." I smiled at the waiter as she took my menu.
"No problem, princess." The lady smiled before quickly walking off leaving my mouth wide open.
"Sorry sir." She came back to take his order, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"You take a princess out for breakfast and you can't even get recognized." He laughed with me as I shooed him off.
"Please don't call me that. I don't like titles that put me above other people, we're all equal."
"I like that." He took a sip of his water. "How are you transitioning, I see you know you're way to a club and then to Jesus." He joked and I shrugged my shoulders.
"I love being outside, but-" Twisting my lips together, I was taken back from my thoughts.
"What's wrong?" When someone asked me what's wrong I never had an answer for them because I didn't know where to start.
Coming up with the most simple answer that could process to my mouth that was honest, I shrugged. "My whole life I been wanting to go outside and of course I enjoy my freedom but it seems like I'm enjoying being at my current home more than anything." I smiled thinking of Chance.
"I need to steal your brother for a second." I walked up seeing Chance and Logic having a brotherly bond moment on the deck.
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"What's your business with my jit."
"Nigga I ain't no jit." Chance laughed getting up coming to me in the house knowing I wanted privacy.
"Don't make me have to hear them lips smacking together again!" He yelled out and Chance threw up his middle finger.
"What's up-" Cutting him off I stood on my tippy toes bringing his neck down as I softly kissed him sticking my tongue in his mouth. It took him a few seconds to kiss back not use to me being dominant. Gaining dominance back he bent our bodies down grabbing my thighs and picking me up before grabbing my ass and holding me while we continued.
"Mhm." I moaned getting more into the kiss as I threw my shirt off my body exposing my lace red bra.
"Damn on a Sunday!" Logic screamed but this time we ignored him falling on top of the bed. Moving his lips from my mouth, he traveled to my neck as I bit my lip getting excited.
"So fuck me and Christ is what ya'll niggas saying?" Logic yelled again but stopped realizing he wasn't getting any attention.
Reaching down from stomach, I grabbed his print through his shorts not even realizing what I was doing until he stopped kissing me. "You trying to fuck?"
"No."
"That's what I thought don't grab on him like that, playing with his emotions and shit." He chuckled getting off me as we stared at each other.
"I like you Chance." I spoke out.
"Today I realized that from dealing with this new experience you've made me enjoy everything more, and I know we met not long ago." I chuckled. " I don't know if I'm moving too f-"
"You're not." He cut me off. "I feel the same way, a nigga like me though-" He shook his head. "I don't want to hurt you. I get in my moods where I don't want to talk sometimes, and I can be a dick too. I don't want to run you away."
"The right person will love all your flaws and never get tired of you. You're going to have to be patient with me too."
"But you have to love me a little different, I'm damaged." He spoke up looking me in my eyes, and for a second I felt the most connected with him than I have ever been.
"Love?" I repeated liking the way it sounded coming out his mouth.
"I'm not going to do this with you for the end result to not end up with love and ending up together."
Pecking his lips one more time, I smiled before groaning at the familiar feeling on my back. "My scars hurt." I breathed out, as he softly brought me up from the bed.
"I'll massage your back and put Neosporin on it like I did last night." He offered walking me back out to the deck, where Logic no longer sat.
"I was hoping you would be back before six because that's when the fireworks start." He talked in my ear before kissing it.
Niggas will kiss on anything when they really like or love you.
"Why are there going to be fireworks, I thought they only came for July 4th." I looked up at him, bending my face back as he pecked my lips repeatedly.
I wondered if fireworks hurt the angels above.
"Move jit." I joked causing him to suck his teeth.
"Says the females that's 5'4, to a 6'3 man." He laughed shaking his head. "Nah, but fireworks go off every month on the 15th, to remember the day the world ended, December 15, 2026."
"I'm excited." I clapped my hands.
"What's your obsession with color?" He asked me as we waited for the two minutes to be up for the clock to turn at six.
"I spent my whole life in a dull uniform. Since my parents passed away I've been living the same, not having anything that made me feel alive. Color makes me feel alive, this makes me feel alive." I stuck two fingers out motioning between us.
"I love spending time with you." He let out putting the hair that fell onto my face behind my hair.
"Why." I just wanted to hear it, I knew he meant every word he's told me. He wouldn't say anything he didn't mean.
"We do more than spend time together, we share worlds. Experiencing moments as one, and because of that I would like to explore this whole planet with you. I spent a large time of my past in fear of the future. With you, tomorrow looks like adventure." He quoted one of my favorite Miles Carter line, as my heart fluttered.
The fireworks in my body couldn't compare to the one's that began to let off into the sky, but the colors were as beautiful as I knew they would be.
