A couple of days later, I was sitting on my stoop all alone. I hadn't been anywhere since the incident and I was kind of hibernating. I forgave Ciara after her hundredth time apologizing, but truth be told, I wasn't feeling her. What bothered me most was that since that day I had yet to hear from Christian, I kept replaying how I looked in my mind the last time I saw him. He probably thought I was crazy. I was crazed with my anger. I just really kind of missed him.
Like my thoughts come to life. He rounded the corner. He had on a pair of baggy shorts and a yellow t-shirt and on his feet were some blue chucks, with the fat yellow shoe strings. He had his hair fro-ed out and a yellow sun visor on his head. He had such a cool OG slow gait to his walk, it just added to his appeal. Just as I thought he was walking past me without even a wave, he stopped.
He leaned over my gate and smiled, those jacked-up teeth showing. They were growing on me and they didn't seem as bad as when I first saw them.
"What's up?" he said.
"Nothing, why you ain't called me?"
"I did a few times you were asleep, or that's what your mama said, anyway. I figured you just needed a lil space after kicking them chick's asses."
"How do you know what happened?"
"It's all over the hood, how you took on two chicks at once and your people left you. She has been getting drove if it makes you feel better." he was laughing now and it was amazing how it made my heart melt.
"For real?"
"For real, she violated big time. The nobody left behind code, real talk." He was stating facts. There were things you just didn't do. Like leaving your people on stuck. It wasn't respected.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked away. "It's cool. I should have known, it's not like it's the first time she done got little on me."
"Well, I think you were hella gangster for standing your ground. That's something I would have done."
"Oh yeah"
"Yeah."
Then we were quiet, and I was amazed at how many unspoken messages were floating around in our silence. What would he do now...?
"You want to hang out for a while at my place? I mean we could watch a movie or something."
"Well, I probably shouldn't be all up in your house. My lady would kill me if she looks down there and don't see me outside."
"Well, can you just come to see my room? I just got through fixing it up." He asked. I knew he was up to no good.
"What the hell, sure. But just for a minute okay,"
"Come on," he held his hand out to me and I hesitated for a minute. It seemed like I would be sealing some kind of deal if I took his hand and the last thing, I wanted was confusion. But in the end, I took it and let him lead me towards his apartment. You only live once.
It was made just like ours, but whoever lived here was apparently a freaky-ass person. It looked like a prostitute's house. Leopard print everywhere, red light special going on, and red carpet. This place was screaming, come fuck me.
"Wow," I said, as my eyes landed on a contraption hanging from the ceiling.
"Yeah, I know. My aunt is kind of wild. She likes men and sex and she makes it no secret. Wait till you meet her, she off the chain." He laughed.
"I can tell," I said, looking at the chains on the opposite wall. Kind of wild was an understatement. I pictured a plus-sized woman in leather, beating the hell out of a guy, also dressed in leather. A shiver of grossness ran down my spine. That was so nasty.
He laughed and motioned me towards an average-looking kitchen. "My room's through here. It's safe in there, I promise."
I followed him and fell in love. His room was outstanding. Blue and Gold everywhere. He had a waterbed, a computer, and the toughest stereo I had ever seen.
"Wow, this is hot," I said, eyeing the stereo.
"Thanks, that radio is my pride and joy."
I plopped down on the waterbed and enjoyed the little waves. "You don't get seasick sleeping on this thing."
"No way, it's very relaxing, lay back but don't go to sleep, because I'd only leave you there and then you'd be in trouble."
"Whatever," I said, laying back and closing my eyes. He turned on the radio and three six mafia came blaring through the speakers. I sang along, eyes still closed.
"Have you ever been kissed?"
I opened my eyes, and he was beside me on the bed, really close-like, looking down at me.
"A time or two. Why do you want to kiss me?"
"Naw, just asking. I've never kissed a girl in the mouth before," he admitted.
"Why?" I asked, frowning.
"Cause most bitches are nasty. They kiss anybody and do blow jobs and expect you to kiss them. So, I just don't kiss them." He waited for a second, his eyes looking up and a small blush on his cheeks, "But I'd kiss you."
"Boy stop," I exclaimed, rising, "Quit trying to run game on me," I laughed and hit him on the arm.
"No really, I rarely do it but I would kiss you." He repeated.
"Okay whatever, it's time I left." I decided. He was trying hard. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind a kiss. However, I didn't know if I was a good kisser, either. I guess we were both unsure. How did one know if they were good at kissing? Whenever I read about it sounded like it was an earth-moving thing. The few pecks I had gotten over the years were sad in comparison.
"So, I say something like that and you just want to leave a dude hanging," he shook his head, pulled me from the bed, and walked us towards the door. "Come on, lil bit, don't want your mama coming for me with the old gun."
I was giggling, and he was smiling as we made our way towards the front. Once we got to the kitchen, he paused, and I bumped into his back.
"Wh...?" I was about to ask what was wrong.
"Sh, "he said, his finger to his lips. Then he cupped his hands around his ear, silently telling me to listen, so I did, and then I heard it.
"ohhh.... oh yeah... grunt... grunt.... smack... ohhhhhhhh,"
"Oh my god," I gasped, mouth hanging open.
Christian, however, was having a hard time keeping himself from bursting out laughing. He turned me around and pointed to the back door in the Kitchen. We went out and halfway down the stairs. He laughed so loudly it echoed in the empty stairway.
"Were they..." I started to ask, but then stopped. It was obvious what they were doing.
"Yeah, I told you my aunt was wild," Christian said, shrugging his shoulders.
"O...k..." I said, drawing the word out slowly. "So gross."
"I know," he said. "She cool as fuck though, when she not...you know."
I smiled, liking that he was close to his family. My family was spread out, but we were close. Then we were quiet and then suddenly he was pulling me close and I didn't struggle one bit.
"I want a kiss. You don't strike me as nasty. And I'm pretty sure you're a virgin so...?" He looked into my eyes and licked his lips, before biting them slightly.
He was only holding me, gently looking in my eyes, I was swimming in his. I wanted to, I really did, but I had lied. I knew nothing about kissing. My idea of a kiss was a swift peck, but I wanted this to be more. He was older and more experienced. The way he was looking at me made me want to give him my all.
I leaned up, he leaned down. It wasn't awkward at all considering how much taller than me he was. He locked his arms around my waist and pulled me closer and I tilted my head, aiming for an entrance. I found it and just as my tonged touched his lips, he pulled away. Like far away, all the way to the other side of the stairway.
"What's wrong?" I asked, did he regret kissing me, so not how I thought my first official kiss would be. He had run just when it was getting interesting.
He was frowning. "How many guys have you kissed?"
"For your info, that was my first real kiss, or at least I thought it was before you ran away like a lil' punk." Okay, so I was angry he had ruined the moment.
"I told you I had never done that. You surprised me, that's all. You seem more experienced than you said."
"Are you serious.... Are you a Virgin Christian?" I asked, smirking.
"Yeah, so what so are you?" He says sarcastically.
"Aww, that's so cute," I said, smiling and going closer to hug him.
"There you go again, sweet, cute, you really turning me into a gummy bear, Ann."
"No, really, I just thought that most guys lost their virginity young. I mean, my brother is fourteen and he already trying."
"I'm a street dude. Never really had time for that kind of thing between robbing and hustling."
I smiled at him and touched his ears. He seemed to like that. "Well, I ain't no pro, but from one virgin to another, I could teach you what I know and you could teach me what you know."
He laughed and pulled away slightly just to have me follow him, backing him to the wall. And then I felt why he was backing. The boy was sporting a boner, a big one by the looks of it, it made me even more curious. So, I decided it would be my mission before the summer was over to see what it looked like, what it felt like.
"It's okay," I told him, "I'm not scared."
"You should be. It's a monster." Christian joked.
I laughed and grabbed his face. "Let's start with kissing. Now put your lips... like... this,"
And this kiss was all that I thought a kiss should be. He was a quick learner, and I was thrilled. He was enjoying it as much as I and I knew right then and there this was going to be my man.