Saturday: 2 January
I spent the whole night in his arms. When we wake up, he wastes no time in devouring my body, fucking me like he'll never see me again.
As much as I wanna enjoy all my mornings with, I still need to go back home before my mum kills me. So I get up and get dressed. He's preparing to go to work and I'm on weekend off, which feels really great.
"It's okay, I can walk home myself", I say as he rushes to get everything that he'll need for work.
"Are you sure? I don't want you walking home alone just cause I couldn't take you home", he says and I roll my eyes. I hope he sees that I've got my own two legs and I can walk, I'm a big girl.
"you're late", I snap. "you better go now", I say, practically pushing him out the door.
"I'll come back here and we'll spend the day together. Plus I'm off tomorrow though I need to do my laundry", he says.
"Go", I yell, making him run out the door. After he leaves I fix his bed, tidy the place a little then lock up heading home.
Like always, I find that my mum is awake. I walk in proudly, since I said my goodbyes when I left. It's considered shameful when I haven't told them.
I start with my chores, I clean the livingroom, bathroom, my mum's bedroom and the kitchen. After I head to my room and clean it. I love cleaning when I'm in a good mood.
"Hey", Kourtney snaps my attention to him as he stands by my bedroom door looking lost and lonely.
"What do you want?", I ask.
"Could you please Hotspot me", he says using a really soft voice and pouting his lips.
"I don't have data", I look away. I always have data and he knows that. Just with him he wastes all my data over TikTok and YouTube.
"Please, I'll pay you R20", he begs and I feel tempted to do what he wants.
"Which part of I don't have data didn't you hear?",
He rolls his eyes and murmur "bitch" as he turns and head out.
"Ah?!", I yell running after him. "Did you just call me bitch?",
"Nope", he shakes his head and looks away. I follow him to the livingroom and take a sit on the couch that's facing him. "Do you really have to follow me everywhere I go?", he asks as he lays on his couch.
"I'm not following you",
"Looks like you are", he grabs the TV remote and browse through the channels, something we all used to. "Since you can't Hotspot me, could you atleast buy me R20 airtime, I'll buy my own data", he says. He's calm, like he always is when asking for something.
"Okay fine", I sigh out of defeat. "I'll Hotspot you for an hour",
"Thank you", he chips excitedly. "You're the best", I roll my eyes. I'm the best at his beneficial I see. I light up my phone's screen and switch on my Hotspot, then go back to my room to continue with my cleaning.
Just as I finish, my phone beeps multiple notifications sounds. I ignore it, head to the bathroom and wash my hands, then it starts ringing.
"Who would that be?", I mumble to myself.
I grab my phone from my bed and answer. It's a video call from Kusam.
"What's up?", he asks just as he sees my face.
"All good I guess", I shrug my shoulders. "Are you still in bed?", I check my time and it's 10AM, with him it's 13:15PM since India is 3 hours and 15 minutes ahead of us.
"Yeap", he chuckles. "I was out walking Zorro then came back to bed", he says.
"Oh that's cute", I smile.
"Only walked him outside our building since we on lockdown", he shrugs his shoulders.
"Yeah hey", Kusam is my best buddies and I'm really happy he's part of my life. Looking at him like this, while he's miles away, makes me feel loved and appreciated. It's not everyday that you meet someone online who'd love you like they've seen you before.
"Hows Netflix?", he asks. He gave me access to his Gmail account, Spotify account and his Netflix account. Since I love movies I really appreciate it.
"Dude, I've watched almost everything romantic on it. I've ticked some movies adding them to my list so you can check them out", I reply.
"Oh definitely", he nods. "I've added some music on Spotify you should listen", he adds.
"I'll check it out", I nod.
"Send me pictures of you while at it", he smirks.
"Yeah, you and pictures", I roll my eyes.
"Send a lot of them please, I've bought some space for you on Google photos",
"Yeah whatever", I pout.
"You're cute", he chuckles.
"Where's your brother?", I ask. He's got a twin brother. "Oh and are you still moving to Canada?", I ask.
"My brother's plying some games. And yeah, once I get my promotion at work and earn more than I do now, we'll move to Canada", him and his family are moving to Canada. His parents currently lives in Miama if I'm not mistaken.
"Oh, alright", I nod.
We talk for some time, he shows me Zorro then hangs up saying he'll call later.
...
Later, after all the laying around and doing nothing comes to an end. By 3 PM I decide to walk to Trevis's place. It's hot, so I'm dressed in a short denim danguree, with a baby blue solomon t-shirt that Duncan bought for me as a birthday gift. After grabbing my umbrella I waste no time and head out. "I should have took my shades", I roll my eyes as I murmur. The sun is too hot to be handled with just an umbrella, shades could help too.
"Hey sweetheart", I turn to see a guy that ain't familiar to me. He seems to know me though. As he smiles I smile back, not stopping for any proper greeting.
"You alright?", suddenly he starts following me and I hate when a guy, a total stranger starts following me around like a dumb stupid idiot.
"Don't you speak?", he asks and I half smile at him. It's fake. I'd never smile feeling what I feel now, which is boredom.
"Oh come on, I know you do speak. I've seen you around most of the time. But thing is, I've never actually had the opportunity to actually speak to you, like in a proper way", he nods to himself as if what he's saying makes total sense. Speaking to someone shouldn't be taken as an opportunity, why is it that with boys speaking to a girl you wish to sleep with seem like an achievement?
"Look", I stare him straight in his eyes. "I'm not in any mood for all this, I'm rushing somewhere as you can see",
"Oh so you do speak", he smirks, nodding to himself, again.
"May I get your numbers so I can call you sometimes", I just stare at him with no reply.
All I'm thinking is what's wrong with this guy? Doesn't it show that I have a boyfriend? He's not even my type. And here he is actually walking me to my boyfriend. Like seriously, where does he think I'm going?
"So? What do you say Miss?", I'm not saying anything, isn't that obvious? I look away now that I'm getting irritated by his dumb moves.
"Zero?", this guy has some nerve. He pulled out his phone and he's actually on the dial screen waiting for my digits, gosh it's clear as daylight that I ain't giving out my digits. Especially not to him.
I shake my head for him to get the memo. "No",
"No what?", he asks and I just feel like slapping his face.
"No, I'm not giving out my numbers, thank you for the walk", I practically spell out the words to him.
"Oh come on, you're way beautiful for that",
Seriously? Oh man, where's Trevis? I could really use his help right now.
"All I want is to know you, and one day be the love of your life", he says.
I just met this guy and here he is pouring out his future plans with me in it.
"You're beautiful, did I tell you that?", he smiles. I start walking faster, I can't deal with this guy.
After catching up with the fact that I ain't gonna be what he hopes I'll be, he finally turns back heading where he came from.
Just when I get to Trevis's, I find him waiting mby the door. I've got his house keys. "Hey", I unlock the door then walk in and take a seat besides him.
"I actually forgot you got the key", he chuckles.
He walks past me to the bedroom, I'm sure it's to change. Then comes back and occupy the space besides me.
"You look beautiful ", he opens his laptop then starts pressing a few buttons on his laptop then decides to play a movie.
"What's this?", I point at the screen while he's busy adjusting it.
"I don't know, let's watch and see", I Seattle on the couch and focus on what he wants me to see. He knows I hate action movies, the only movies I enjoy must be romantic.
We watch the movie till I fall asleep. Once it's over, I figured it's over since I feel my body being lift up as he takes me to bed.
The next morning I wake him up around 7AM since he told me he wanted to do laundry.
"You'll help me?", he asks as we fix the bed, him standing on the other side of the bed and me at the other.
"Nope", I shake my head. "It's your laundry not mine", I reply with a smile.
"Please", he pouts his lips as he begs but I still shake my head no. He walks from his side to mine with puppy eyes and pulls me to his chest, lifting my chin up to face him then lowers his head since he's tall to be able to kiss me.
"Mmmh", I moan, smiling against his lips. "Okay", I nod as we kiss, his lips are soft for a morning kiss and I'm not gonna deny myself a juicy morning kiss.
I push him back as I pull out of the kiss. It's getting heated and I feel we'll end up having sex instead OF doing laundry.
"Let's go, grab your laundry basket",
He does as I say then follows me out to where we usually do our laundry. He selects a few clothes that he thinks it's important to wash then pushes the basket back claiming his mum does his laundry.
I shake my head no, "You have to wash everything", I say.
"Nope, I'll take the remaining to my mum's", he says.
"No you won't. Now that you're washing now, you might as well wash everything", I shrug my shoulders then fill up some water to start with our chore of the day.
By midday I'm done and he only helped by hanging his clothes on the washing line, which is a pretty easy task than mine. We don't have a washing machine yet and I had to wash his clothes by hand. But doing all this, the chores with him, it's fun. We had to talk about everything and anything, he's pretty hilarious most times and a good listener in most cases. I've notice how jealous his neighbors are too, they keep walking out of the house and staring our way.
"What do you wanna eat?", he asks as we stand in the kitchen, him holding a kattle to fill it with water.
"Emm", I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know, what do you have?",
"Okay, I'll make you a sandwich", he fills the kettle with water, place it on its base to heat it up. "And your salad", he smiles as he grabs the bread from the bread bin.
"That sounds yummy", I roll my eyes and look away. He's not much of a cook, or a sandwich maker if you ask me. I don't cook myself, I'm terrible at it but Trevis is worse. He claims he has cooked his whole life but "nah man", he's not really good at it.
"What's that face for?", I stops what he's doing and stares at me.
"It's a face of excitement", I chuckle.
"Doesn't look like it", he walks to the fridge and grabs butter, along with polony and cheese.
"How about you start with my tea?", I ask. I'm a tea or coffee person. I don't have time for it but all my mornings starts with tea.
"Hold your horses, I haven't forgot your tea", he's got know how badly I love tea, and he's getting used to it.
"Alright", I giggle as I nod. "Do your thing",
He starts buttering the bread. "Sarki wants us to go out today", he starts, "But I don't know, I'm not up for outing tonight plus I just wanna sit all day with you in my arms",
I'm an introvert just like he is so this thing of going out isn't what we put top on our list. "Your plan sounds great",
He slices the polony and place it on the buttered bread, along with the slice of cheese. "I'm thinking of toasting it", he says then looks at me for comment.
"Yeah", I nod. "Yeap, sounds good",
He toast the bread then prepares me my tea. I decide to help out by preparing the salad. I grab the lattice on the table, grab a bowl, slice the lattice, slice a bit of cucumber, dice some tomatoes, add a bit of aromat and a bit of onion then pour my Greek salad dressing.
"Mmmh", I moan closing my eyes as I chew up a big bite of the salad. "It's really nice",
"Let me taste", he opens his mouth and I feed him a bit of salad to taste. "You're right", he nods as he chews. "It really is good", I adds making me smile.
"Let's go eat", he places everything on a tray and I follow him to the living room.