Its Saturday and I'm currently in my kitchen baking another beautiful batch of peanut butter cupcakes while i listen to Giveon. He's so wonderful and his voice is like silk, always giving goosebumps whenever i hear him sing. He's a blessed soul and a blessing to the world and the only male i love, well and Mikel too.
My Saturdays are always like this. Pretty basic. You could just say my life is pretty basic. I don't really like going outside, to restaurants, the cinema, i have never ever watched any show on Netflix. I only watch TV on weekends and I'm only allowed to bring Mikel home. Mom's Orders. All i actually do is read and eat cupcakes.
I have always loved to paint though, I've been painting for as long as i can remember. Painting is like an escape from reality, an escape from the fake smiles at school, and an escape from reading. Whenever i paint, i feel free. Like I've transported myself into this new world were nobody else matters. Just Naveah and her art.
My mom doesn't like me painting tho, She says its a distraction but I'm only allowed to paint on Sundays. I could Spend my whole sunday in the art gallery painting. Thats how much i love it.
As i remove the freshly baked cupcakes from the oven my phone starts to ring which is highly unusual, nobody calls me on saturdays or ever actually. It wasn't my mom or Trish or Mikel, it was an unknown number so I don't bother picking up, who knows, it could ve a serial killer. Or maybe I've been reading too much books
It kept on ringing and it got annoying so i picked so i picked up the the phone. "Who the hell is this and why the fuck are you calling me?" I said with annoyance. "Meet me at Starbucks, now." A voice i recognize as the one and only Nathaniel King. What an asshole, who does he think he is bossing me around, he's not my Mother. "The fuck? No." With that i hang up and switch off the phone. That'll keep him away.
Ten minutes later the doorbell went off. He would never. I opened the door and the beautiful Nathaniel King stood before me in all his glory. He wore a plain grey v-neck shirt and dark blue jeans with plain white air forces.
"Are you done checking me out cupcake? Can i come in now" he says. "Why the fuck are you here?" I say trying yo fight back the blush creeping in on my face "and don't you ever call me cupcake" he rolled is eyes then i rolled mine too. "Can i come in now?" He says impatiently. "No" he just pushed me to the side and walks in.
Once he was seated all his attention was on me
"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" I ask him, never breaking the eye contact. "We have a chemistry project, you would have known this is you were paying attention in class" he said look pointedly at me.
"I would have known this if you weren't bugging me" i say and he just rolled his eyes "when is the project due" i ask. "2 weeks from now" he says. "Wow. When did you start paying attention in class King?" I ask "You have no idea cupcake" he chuckles.
Why does he call me cupcake? I don't like it. At all.
We talked about the project, the topic, presentations and all that stuff. Well i talked, the dumbass just stared at me the whole time. I finished talking and he was still staring at me. *Que in the awkward silence*
"Dont you talk?" I ask kicking his foot lightly. "No" he says. "Why?" I ask "because i don't want to" i says still looking at me "but why dont you want to" i ask again "you ask too many questions" he says rolling his eyes. I could tell he was getting irritated.
Why is he still in my house tho. "Okay...i guess its time for you to go now" i say pointing towards the door. He just sat there looking at me with amusement. "No cupcake" he says.
"Don't you have your own place to go to?" He shakes his head "don't you have plans or something?" He shakes his head again "friends, family, work, something??" He shakes his head yet again. "Why do I feel like you're lying?" I said "because i am" he stands up and wonders down to the kitchen. I follow behind. "Look, King, you're not authorized to step foot anywhere other than the living room okay? Now shoo" i say trying to push him out the door but this dude is so strong. He wasn't even moving. He's freakishly tall, like 6'3 and I'm 5'6 so im actually just pushing on his abs.
He smirks at my attempt to push me and takes a hold of my hand and spins me around so my back is facing his chest. He puts his arm around my shoulder and moves us towards the cupcakes. I try to removes his extremely heavy arm from my shoulder but it was of no use.
"You made these?" He asks. "Yes, obviously" i say rolling my eyes. He takes one and has a bite out of it. "Its horrible" he says spitting it out immediately "What? No its not!" i say in utter disbelief. I know its my first time making these but i trust my gut that its not as bad as he says it is. So i pick one and take a huge bite out of it and i regret it instantly. He was right, it was horrible.
"Mmmmm, so delicious" i smile and try to swallow. Emphasis on 'try'. I spit it out and rinse my mouth with water.
He just stood there, i could tell he was trying his very best not to laugh at me. "Dont you dare" i say and he doubles over with laughter. It was such an amazing sight to behold to be honest. Nathaniel King, laughing? Who would've thought.
His laugh was such an amazing sound. And it was contagious so I started laughing too.
"For someone who loves cupcakes, i thought you'd be able to at least make them" he says poking my cheek. "For someone who's grouchy all the time, didn't think you could laugh" i say. "Touché" he says walking out of the kitchen
"Okay so wanna play a game?" I ask. He raises his brow as if asking 'what game?' "20 questions" i say. He just shrugs. "Okay so I'll go first"
"How old are you?" I ask taking a seat in the living room. "12" he says. "haha very funny" i say rolling my eyes. "Okay so you're probably 18 or 19 am i right?" I ask "mhm" he utters.
"So I'm guessing its my turn?" He asks and i nod. "Why are you alone at home?" I just knew he would ask this question
"Our house keeper takes the weekends off and my mom is hardly ever at home" i say. "What about your dad?" He asks and my breath got caught in my throat "um.., he left us when i was 6" i say looking at the floor, not wanting to look at him directly. "Oh, okay" he says.
"Yeah, so my turn?" He nods "why did you sit with me the other day? And why are you still here? Not to sound rude or anything but we aren't particularly what you'd call 'friends'". I've been meaning to ask this for a while now.
"I don't know, i found you interesting i guess" he says looking straight at me. "Oh okay, just know that I still don't like you and nothings ever going to change about that" i say pointedly. "We'll see about that" he murmurs.
We ask each other questions for sometime, King giving one word answers for most of my questions. The game got boring and he suggested we watch Netflix. I had never used Netflix in my life. Hell, i hardly even watch Tv.
He suggested we watch some show called 'Wednesday' and it was amazing. We were at episode 3 when he said he had to leave.
He was surprisingly less of an asshole today and he laughed which was truthfully an amazing sight. I am NOT warming up to him because he's still an asshole and an annoying piece of shit. But at least he expressed his emotions a little.
It was currently 9:45pm and i decided to read a little. After that, i took a bath and went through Instagram a little. Soon enough, i could feel myself drifting off. And the darkness took over.