Chapter Three
-As A Teen-
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"When did you know you had...other feelings for Auntie Kehlani?"
"Hmm, I can say that they started to form definitely in my junior year. It was hard not to look at her,...resist my feelings to touch her,...and I just loved being close with her in general. She's definitely a missed opportunity, but..I think I'm okay with that *smiles*
:: A few days after previously ::
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So recently I got the ok to move in with Kel, who's house wasn't that far from my parent's house originally. I was nearing the age of being 18, so my dad said I could go and live with her. I just had to pick up James from daycare everyday, spend every weekend with him unless...I ask them to babysit.
Of course my mother had something to say and gave me another rule of her own, saying that I had to give her money now for James....since he's living with them for the most part. She's basically putting me on child support for my own son, but it was nothing major.
I couldn't say no either because he is my responsibility and that was the deal, but as you can see she still made it very clear that he was still my son at the end of the day.
Other than that, today was the first official day of me and Kehlani living together. I'm excited to see how this goes, Kel is a good girl for the most part. So I'm not really expecting too much negative stuff from sharing a house with her.
"Do you like it? I think my bed fits just right in here" I said, looking down at finished product of decorating my room.
"Mhm, and I hope you don't mind me sleeping with you sometimes. Its looking a little too comfortable in here to pass up" she said, sitting down on my queen size bed.
"No nigga. Get yo funky feet off my sheets" I teased.
She laughed and pulled me down with her, crushing me when she rolled on top to be playful. Giving in, I wrapped my arms around her in a hug as we laid there comfortably on my now messed up pillows.
"I think it's time to go over the rules though, boo" she looked up at me.
"Aight what?" I released her and watched her sit up to fix her shirt.
"So since we're officially roommates now, we need to respect each other's space and living habits. So like– no walking around naked in the house, no blasting loud music while the other is sleeping or on the phone, etc. We gotta take turns using the bathroom, washing clothes, doing the dishes, maybe cooking..., going to the market and all that stuff. Cleaning too."
"Gotcha. You know I'm a neat freak anyways, so I'll be sure to keep our house nice and clean. You want me to be in charge of cleaning and you in charge of cooking or..."
"Yeah–okay, I can do that and what about the car situation?"
"....Um, we can share it. We go to the same school anyways but...you know I gotta go get James now everyday and take him to my parent's house"
"We'll figure it out, I might not even use the car since I'm afraid to drive. It ain't nothing to catch the bus"
"What's the rules on company?"
"Ah. Okay. We can both have people coming in here....as long as they cool and not rude to our house. If one of us wants to throw a party, we gotta ask the other if that's okay. And for having intimate company over, we just gotta respect the other's ears. If you tryna get ya freak on, just give me the signal and I'll leave. Vice versa. Or...just do it over the other person's house"
"Agreed"
"And there's one more thing. I think you should at least help me with the bills..., so is it okay if you get a job?"
"Yeah, I was going to get into that anyways. I gotta pay my mom child support on some shit now too"
"Damn, she minds well be the baby daddy" she laughed.
"Right. If only the real baby daddy stepped up, this wouldn't even be an issue. But it's okay, I'll get a job to support my child any day"
"Welp, that's it for the rules. Now we can just chill" she laid back on both of her folded arms.
"I wrote some..uh–poetry the other day. I wanna share it with you, if that's okay"
"Go ahead..." she looked over.
Reaching down to my floor, I brought over my book bag to pull out my laptop. I opened it and types in my password before eventually going into my documents folder.
"Okay, here it goes. *clears throat*...
Addicted to your presence
I always go back to that one message
That got me fucked up
And knocked me off my leverage
Crazy how one week we're together
next week you're in Paris
and I'm going crazy
Cuhs I miss your nasty fetish
Feelings started growing
and You tried to dead it
Somehow it was my fault
but it was You who mislead shit
Cuhs I spent 20 minutes on that one text message
That got me fucked up
and knocked me off my leverage
Don't bother with no address
I'm no longer pressed
Miss me with that bullshit
and Mark my shit
As unread
(For copyright purposes, I did not write nor make up that poem. Dyme Taylor herself did and here is proof. This picture is not mine, nor is the poem above)
Kehlani clapped for me with a big grin on her face, I guess she liked it. I blushed of course and closed my laptop to takr a bow as if I just given a performance.
"I liked it. Who knew you were so poetic"
"You think so? I was just writing about how I felt.." I said, joining her in laying down.
"I could hear it in each line. I assume you felt like that because of the break up with Damon?"
"Yeah, I guess that was pretty obvious"
"Well I think you did good, really good for your first poem. You know that's all there is to music, just...singing poetry and your feelings"
"You're great at singing though, so there goes my shot at being the next Beyoncé" I poked her cheek.
"Shit, I'm not even as good as her. So we're still in the same boat"
"Mhm.." I hummed nonchalantly, feeling myself drift off into her eyes when she looked at me.
Her stare wasn't as focused as mine, telling by the way she blinked and looked down at my lips. Then right back up to me before moving in closer. She turned over on her side to face me and hold on to my shoulder.
Feeling her breath blowing down through her nostrils, I closed my eyes to the feel of her lips pressed up against mine. I was fully taken in by the moment, letting her consume more and more of my lips as she pulled back to start over. I didn't realize when she stopped only to move down to kiss along my neck now. By then, I was a little too lost in my reality.
That is until she kissed and sucked softly on my spot, causing me to smile and open my eyes again. "Kehlani...." I chuckled.
She laughed lightly and stopped from going any further, returning back to her previous position.
"How come when we kiss you always seem to go down to my neck?" I questioned her, holding my head up while my elbow rested on the bed.
"It only happened twice honey, no need to exaggerate"
"Tryna make the moves on me, huh?" I teased her.
"Nah, you'll always be my best friend before anything. Best friends don't fuck..."
"But they kiss though, and act like they haven't seen each other in years when they do..?"
"Awe, you saying I kiss you good? Just say that"
I blushed and looked away from her, feeling her turn back to face me again. "What are you getting at Dyme?"
"I like the way you kiss me, okay. But I just don't want no...feelings to come from this, I don't want to lose you or our friendship" I confessed, looking at the bigger picture.
"I promise you, it won't get to that. I'm only saying that for myself though, I know in my head..that you're never going to be my girlfriend. You're strictly my best friend before anything. But who's to say we can't have a little fun still, you know. So don't worry about me catching feelings, you're way more capable than I am in that department. .......–ow!" she said, feeling me pinch her after that last part.
She was right though. I am a hopeless romantic, no doubt about it. But I never did let our little moments get in between our friendship. And I never will.
~End of Chapter Three~
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--Tay💖