Key’s eyes ballooned. “I don’t know what you talking about, boy. I didn’t grow up with you.”
“What about the nigga before me?” He lifted his chin.
She waved him off. “That don’t count. Nobody counts before you.”
“Yeah, that’s what you better say,” he scoffed.
Everybody laughed, knowing that she used to be with Amir Junior, who had grown up around the family.
“Look, I get it,” Cocoa, Chubby’s shorty spoke up. “Y’all got a unique story. The family, I mean. No matter how big the houses are, the hood is embedded in y’all. So, y’all don’t relate to them people in the burbs. Then when it comes to the hood…you gotta wonder what their true intentions are. So, it’s easier to be with somebody from the same background. Y’all speak the same languages. It aint hard to tell.”
“That makes a lil’ sense,” Lil’ Jah admitted. “But it also probably got something to do with the fact that our daddies was them niggas in the streets. So, they got with the finest the hood had to offer. Then they had kids. So, naturally beautiful people will attract beautiful people.”
“Really, Jahrein?” Josairah cut her eyes at him. “That was so damn vain of you.”
“It really was,” Jhyrah agreed.
“But it probably got some truth in it,” Cocoa claimed. “It is a bunch of overly pretty muthafuckas around here. And then a bunch of yall had babies. Y’all don’t never think about the fact that a lot of y’all are in the same family? Even you, Wale. Your cousin is literally with Key’s cousin.”
“That is crazy when you think about it,” Rye admitted. “With all these muthafuckas in Houston, we end up basically getting with the same circle of people.”
Everybody chimed in, while Riah stood up, taking a long stretch. Rocking a Braxton hoodie, tiny biker shorts, and rain boots, she was dressed down, but in her finest form. Those shorts were accentuating her sharp hips and round ass, making my dick hard.
“I’m sleepy,” she yawned.
With so much chatter around us, nobody glanced her way, as she sauntered over to the tents that had been set up by the assistants. After a minute or so, I hopped up to catch up with her.
Technically, we both had our own tents, but had no plans of sleeping separately. At this point, somebody was gonna have to step in if there was an issue. Because we were gonna do this trip how we wanted, without anybody’s approval or validation.
So, we readied one the tents to lay down, before zipping ourselves inside.
For a long minute, after we were situated, we both laid on our sides, just staring at each other. Smiling.
“I know that I’ve said this a million times at this point, but I’m really happy that you moved here. This whole trip would’ve felt so different without you here.”
I licked my lips. “I’m glad that I decided to move too.”
She inhaled. “I don’t wanna sound crazy or nothing, but being with you has to be what getting high feels like. It’s a rush that I never want to end. I could literally do this forever.”
“Me too,” I comfortably agreed.
Reaching out, she stroked her thumb over my lips. “You think that our feelings will change one day? For each other?”
“Honestly…I doubt it.”
“Right. I just keep thinking about what my mama constantly tells me. She swears that I should date around. Find myself first. But that’s not what I wanna do. I just wanna be with you. Just like she was with my daddy.”
“She probably just wants you to experience what she never had a chance to,” I offered.
“Mmm…I don’t think it’s quite that.”
“Then what is it?” I wanted to know.
“I think she never forgets about my daddy…and all the cheating he used to do. She thinks that he wanted to be with her when they were too young. So, she doesn’t want me getting serious with a boy too soon and he breaks my heart.”
“So, you think that I can’t be true because of my age?” I questioned curiously.
“I said that’s what mymamathinks. Not me,” she clarified. “I think that my granny Red didn’t really raise my daddy right. So, he didn’t know what he was doing when they were young. So, it took him longer to grow up. That’s not our situation. So, I wanna move at our own pace. Nobody else’s.”
