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Braxton Nguyen & Sariyah Akeza {COLLAB}
Braxton had left the decision of what to do next up to Sariyah and after pondering it for a moment, she chose the tour. He looked at his mom. "Alright. I'm gonna show her around the house then we'll circle back and see if we're, uh, getting tired.”
“Well, baby, you know you always have a place to sleep…”
He smirked. “Yes, Mẹ, I know. We'll be back.” He pecked a quick kiss to his mother's cheek before taking Sariyah upstairs again… Which was probably perfect timing since they could put her shirt in the dryer.
“So, of course you saw the laundry room, and three of the four bedrooms are up here: my room, my parents’, and one guest room. The other is downstairs.” He held her hand as he showed her each bedroom.
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“Your mom is so sweet like a pound cake. She probably just misses you.” Sariyah said as they went up the stairs. She was happy that he was showing her around, holding her hand. It was nice. You know what wasn't nice? Still smelling another woman on him. She didn't know when to bring it up. How did she even do that without seeming like she was doing too much?
After he showed her the bedrooms they had circled back to the laundry room. Her sweater was done and there seemed to be no stain in sight, thank goodness. After the dryer had started she cleared her throat a little.
“Um, Braxton? This might sound weird or something, but did she.. touch you at all? Like while you were outside? It's just that-I can smell her on you..” she asked him, not sure what she even wanted to hear.
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He guessed Sariyah was right about his mother missing him; he probably shouldn't have been so quick to try to leave. He supposed he could live through a movie.
After showing her the bedrooms, they returned to the laundry room, placing her shirt in the dryer. Just as he thought they were heading out, he heard her speak and could tell by her tone that something was wrong.
He sort of froze when she spoke… Why? If it wasn't a big deal then why did he feel like he was in trouble? “She hugged me goodbye. That's all. …If you want me to change, I will.” He hadn't even thought about Cynthia wearing perfume; he was probably just so used to it that he didn't notice anymore.
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“Ah, she did..” she said, crossing her arms under her chest as she pouted. “I don't want you to feel like you have to change. I'm just sad because she hugged you.. did you hug her back-” she said and put her hands on her face.
“-You're not mean or anything so actually.. haah it's fine if you did. I'm sorry, I've never been in this kind of position before” she told him as the sound of the dryer was making a slight noise.
Being jealous.. feeling this way. She didn't like it. She felt icky. She felt lonely for a moment. He said he's only focused on her then…why hug her back? Or even let her do that?
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A hand moved to awkwardly rub the back of his neck. “I mean, I did… But, Sariyah, it's just a hug. It's not like she kissed me-’” He paused and sighed. “I'm sorry for dragging you into a mess. I promise it wasn't like this before; you're the only person I've dated since her, so I didn't know she'd be like this.” He did feel a little bad; she'd asked him on their first date if there were any crazy women in his life. He just didn't know yet…
“Here,” he conceded, pulling his sweater over his head and tossing it on top of the wash. “No more Cynthia.” The air was a little cooler on his skin than he expected and he crossed his arms over his chest to preserve warmth.
~~~
Be patient. He had Cynthia for an ex. Maybe it was different? Maybe she would have to give him an example? That seemed like nagging though right?
“Well if a guy hugged me and you smelled his cologne would you feel some type of way?” She asked, trying to gauge where his head space was.
Then he took off his shirt. “I-...Braxton you didn't have to do that…am I just tweaking? Is this not normal to do?” She asked, trying to see if maybe she was the problem
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“If it were a friend, I'd be fine. I can't stop you from having a social life and expressing affection.” Even though he said “friend”, he somehow felt like he made it sound worse. …How would he feel if her ex hugged her? Honestly, wary, but probably fine. He just wasn't the jealous type. Wait. Was she jealous?
“I don't know... If you're uncomfortable, you're uncomfortable.” He shrugged. “I didn't know it was a problem. I just won't do it again.”
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“You say it so easily.. maybe it is just me” she sighed while looking at him. He makes this all look like butter. He's doing things I didn't even ask him to do at all just because I'm uncomfortable.
“I just don't want her to think that she has any chance of getting back together with you-” she started while her gaze looked down towards her boots.
“-I know I said I wasn't really jealous, but maybe that was because I was never really scared to lose anyone. I don't want that to happen” she said softly. “Not with you..”
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He couldn't withhold his chuckles. “I promise you Cynthia doesn't want me like that. …But even if she did, she lost me, I didn't lose her.”
He noticed the way her gaze averted and her voice softened. “...You're afraid to lose me…?” He spoke the words slowly, letting them sink in. “Sariyah,” he started, moving his fingers to gently tilt her chin to look him in the face, “you trust me, right?”
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When he said it out loud it was like it was very clear to her that her feelings were not going anywhere. That this was not just some crush or some fling that she will barely think about. She's hooked on him and if anything were to happen she knew she'd break.
As her brown eyes focused on him she scanned his face and slowly nodded. “Yes, I trust you-of course I trust you” she said to him honestly. “I just don't trust her…” she admitted with a weight on her heart.
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Maybe he just wasn't getting it. “I care about you, Sariyah, but I can only make promises for myself; I can't control what anyone else does. I can talk to her a thousand times over and still have no power. …Sariyah, I don't know what you want from me.” He gestured as he spoke now, a little frustration building. He didn't even really understand if he was supposed to be in trouble… Or was this just a conversation?
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Sariyah paused for a second, blinking slowly to process. She ended up taking one small step back before shaking her head. “Nothing, I don't want anything from you. If you don't see anything wrong then we don't have anymore to talk about” she said not looking at him anymore.
“I'm gonna go downstairs, you should put a shirt on..” she told him while she walked past him. Was this the equivalent to running away from problems? Was this a problem…was she blowing out of proportion?
If we talked anymore it might've blown up and I don't want to do that here. Not in a house with his parents. I don't want memories of Thanksgiving to be us yelling at each other upstairs in his parents' laundry room..but he really doesn't see an issue..
As she went downstairs she quietly stepped out the backyard for some fresh air. Maybe some cool breeze will calm her down.
Braxton had left the decision of what to do next up to Sariyah and after pondering it for a moment, she chose the tour. He looked at his mom. "Alright. I'm gonna show her around the house then we'll circle back and see if we're, uh, getting tired.”
“Well, baby, you know you always have a place to sleep…”
He smirked. “Yes, Mẹ, I know. We'll be back.” He pecked a quick kiss to his mother's cheek before taking Sariyah upstairs again… Which was probably perfect timing since they could put her shirt in the dryer.
“So, of course you saw the laundry room, and three of the four bedrooms are up here: my room, my parents’, and one guest room. The other is downstairs.” He held her hand as he showed her each bedroom.
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“Your mom is so sweet like a pound cake. She probably just misses you.” Sariyah said as they went up the stairs. She was happy that he was showing her around, holding her hand. It was nice. You know what wasn't nice? Still smelling another woman on him. She didn't know when to bring it up. How did she even do that without seeming like she was doing too much?
After he showed her the bedrooms they had circled back to the laundry room. Her sweater was done and there seemed to be no stain in sight, thank goodness. After the dryer had started she cleared her throat a little.
“Um, Braxton? This might sound weird or something, but did she.. touch you at all? Like while you were outside? It's just that-I can smell her on you..” she asked him, not sure what she even wanted to hear.
~~~
He guessed Sariyah was right about his mother missing him; he probably shouldn't have been so quick to try to leave. He supposed he could live through a movie.
After showing her the bedrooms, they returned to the laundry room, placing her shirt in the dryer. Just as he thought they were heading out, he heard her speak and could tell by her tone that something was wrong.
He sort of froze when she spoke… Why? If it wasn't a big deal then why did he feel like he was in trouble? “She hugged me goodbye. That's all. …If you want me to change, I will.” He hadn't even thought about Cynthia wearing perfume; he was probably just so used to it that he didn't notice anymore.
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“Ah, she did..” she said, crossing her arms under her chest as she pouted. “I don't want you to feel like you have to change. I'm just sad because she hugged you.. did you hug her back-” she said and put her hands on her face.
“-You're not mean or anything so actually.. haah it's fine if you did. I'm sorry, I've never been in this kind of position before” she told him as the sound of the dryer was making a slight noise.
Being jealous.. feeling this way. She didn't like it. She felt icky. She felt lonely for a moment. He said he's only focused on her then…why hug her back? Or even let her do that?
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A hand moved to awkwardly rub the back of his neck. “I mean, I did… But, Sariyah, it's just a hug. It's not like she kissed me-’” He paused and sighed. “I'm sorry for dragging you into a mess. I promise it wasn't like this before; you're the only person I've dated since her, so I didn't know she'd be like this.” He did feel a little bad; she'd asked him on their first date if there were any crazy women in his life. He just didn't know yet…
“Here,” he conceded, pulling his sweater over his head and tossing it on top of the wash. “No more Cynthia.” The air was a little cooler on his skin than he expected and he crossed his arms over his chest to preserve warmth.
~~~
Be patient. He had Cynthia for an ex. Maybe it was different? Maybe she would have to give him an example? That seemed like nagging though right?
“Well if a guy hugged me and you smelled his cologne would you feel some type of way?” She asked, trying to gauge where his head space was.
Then he took off his shirt. “I-...Braxton you didn't have to do that…am I just tweaking? Is this not normal to do?” She asked, trying to see if maybe she was the problem
~~~
“If it were a friend, I'd be fine. I can't stop you from having a social life and expressing affection.” Even though he said “friend”, he somehow felt like he made it sound worse. …How would he feel if her ex hugged her? Honestly, wary, but probably fine. He just wasn't the jealous type. Wait. Was she jealous?
“I don't know... If you're uncomfortable, you're uncomfortable.” He shrugged. “I didn't know it was a problem. I just won't do it again.”
~~~
“You say it so easily.. maybe it is just me” she sighed while looking at him. He makes this all look like butter. He's doing things I didn't even ask him to do at all just because I'm uncomfortable.
“I just don't want her to think that she has any chance of getting back together with you-” she started while her gaze looked down towards her boots.
“-I know I said I wasn't really jealous, but maybe that was because I was never really scared to lose anyone. I don't want that to happen” she said softly. “Not with you..”
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He couldn't withhold his chuckles. “I promise you Cynthia doesn't want me like that. …But even if she did, she lost me, I didn't lose her.”
He noticed the way her gaze averted and her voice softened. “...You're afraid to lose me…?” He spoke the words slowly, letting them sink in. “Sariyah,” he started, moving his fingers to gently tilt her chin to look him in the face, “you trust me, right?”
~~~
When he said it out loud it was like it was very clear to her that her feelings were not going anywhere. That this was not just some crush or some fling that she will barely think about. She's hooked on him and if anything were to happen she knew she'd break.
As her brown eyes focused on him she scanned his face and slowly nodded. “Yes, I trust you-of course I trust you” she said to him honestly. “I just don't trust her…” she admitted with a weight on her heart.
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Maybe he just wasn't getting it. “I care about you, Sariyah, but I can only make promises for myself; I can't control what anyone else does. I can talk to her a thousand times over and still have no power. …Sariyah, I don't know what you want from me.” He gestured as he spoke now, a little frustration building. He didn't even really understand if he was supposed to be in trouble… Or was this just a conversation?
~~~
Sariyah paused for a second, blinking slowly to process. She ended up taking one small step back before shaking her head. “Nothing, I don't want anything from you. If you don't see anything wrong then we don't have anymore to talk about” she said not looking at him anymore.
“I'm gonna go downstairs, you should put a shirt on..” she told him while she walked past him. Was this the equivalent to running away from problems? Was this a problem…was she blowing out of proportion?
If we talked anymore it might've blown up and I don't want to do that here. Not in a house with his parents. I don't want memories of Thanksgiving to be us yelling at each other upstairs in his parents' laundry room..but he really doesn't see an issue..
As she went downstairs she quietly stepped out the backyard for some fresh air. Maybe some cool breeze will calm her down.
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He’d told his folks about her a hundred times, but now that she was really here, really coming home with him, it felt different. His mom had texted three times already—Do they eat what we eat?—like Ori was some kind of foreign alien instead of just a girl who laughed too loud and trusted too easy. Smi smirked to himself. His family would eat her up in the best way possible.
"You fasho gone have to let me come down your way shawty. I'm tryna meet that sisters of yours you be talkin about so much.." he laughed a bit returning his attention to the road.
His fingers tightened slightly on the wheel as they passed the first weathered house, its red paint peeling under years of Midwestern storms and lack of care due to poverty. Ori would love it here—or at least, he hoped she would. And if she didn’t? Well at least she hoped she'd still like him, but he prayed that his family adored her the way he did.
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For a moment, Kendrick just glowered at him and Shai started to regret offering up that extra big, cheesy smile. But in the next moment, as if his assessment of him had finished processing, he shook his hand and pulled him in for a hardy hug. Honestly, even without staring him down, he hadn't expected that but he didn't mind. At least her brother didn't seem to be that brooding, drilling, you better not be touching my sister guy - not yet anyway. Before he could even begin to help, her brother had grabbed up their bags, throwing them into the back of the jeep and insisted they get out of the cold. There was no arguing there.
Gen had gotten in the front as he suggested and he took the next row of seats, sitting behind her. The heat pumping through the vehicle was welcomed and brought his attention to just how cold his face had gotten. Ah, you had to love a northern winter; it definitely reminded you were alive. Gen and Ken (had her parents done that on purpose?) were surprisingly quiet upfront; he expected the siblings to have more to say and share with each other. He guessed not. She had mentioned the ride home taking about an hour and, from the airport, that wasn't too bad. He peered out of the window at the passing cars and streets of the highway until they made it into the city where there were sights to see and gawk at. It made him wondered what all Gen had on her list to show him and if they'd have time to see it all...
He didn't even realize that she had fallen asleep until the car came to a stop in front of a large, manicured house and Kendrick was nudging her awake. Once they were inside with their things, Gen closed the door and plopped onto the bed. Shai made a low chuckle as he sat beside her. "You're navigating. So your brain still has to work... Besides, you can never get too comfortable in a new place." He pulled his hair out of its puff before slicking it back to tie it up again. "I know you've got big plans for me, so what's the agenda while we're here? ...Also, tell me if I'm nuts, but your strict parents are really letting us room together?" His brow arched with his words.Interactions: Gen (Kitsune2202 )
Gen giggled as he sat beside her. This felt so good and she wanted to savor this feeling for as long as she could. For just this week she wanted to forget about everything back at school, and just live. "True, and my plans mostly involve showing you how bomb our food is around here. Pretty sure it's why everyone ain't left yet." She joked. Well mostly, there were other reasons, but they weren't as comical.
She sat up straight and pecked his cheek, "Of course not. But we can be in here together during the day time!" She hummed. "I'll be sharing a room with my brother like we're 12 at night. Though I'm pretty sure I'll annoy him to the point of him picking the couch so there's that." She shrugged playfully. Truthfully that was her plan because she was positive he snores, and she wasn't going to live like that. She kinda wish they'd let her being she's a full grown woman now, but they already thought the worst of her, so adding potential "baby mama" to that list wasn't going to happen on their watch. "I can also show you were I used to hang out a lot when I was little." She smiled. It was just a rooftop, but hey it was something.
"Anything you wanna see while here? We can do some of the regular touristy things too if you want." she added.
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Destiny laughed hearing the whistle as she hopped in the car. She was more excited to see him then she'd ever admit aloud or to herself honestly. "A surprise? I do love a good surprise, so I'd actually be mad if you spoiled it so soon." She giggled strapping in and leaning the seat back a bit so she could relax. Perhaps she got too comfortable too fast with people, but she's never been the time to ease into something. She liked to dive in and see how people reacted.
She playfully rolled her eyes at his question, "From the sounds of it you're the one missing me boo." She smirked. She told herself it's just out of boredom, that he was simply the best offer. He was just a hot guy who gave her a tatt and food. So why was she smiling so big? "Unless the surprise is Karaoke then you can tell me so I can warn you, that singing is not my calling."
Destiny laughed hearing the whistle as she hopped in the car. She was more excited to see him then she'd ever admit aloud or to herself honestly. "A surprise? I do love a good surprise, so I'd actually be mad if you spoiled it so soon." She giggled strapping in and leaning the seat back a bit so she could relax. Perhaps she got too comfortable too fast with people, but she's never been the time to ease into something. She liked to dive in and see how people reacted.
She playfully rolled her eyes at his question, "From the sounds of it you're the one missing me boo." She smirked. She told herself it's just out of boredom, that he was simply the best offer. He was just a hot guy who gave her a tatt and food. So why was she smiling so big? "Unless the surprise is Karaoke then you can tell me so I can warn you, that singing is not my calling."
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She playfully rolled her eyes before taking out her phone to find a good playlist to turn on, "Mind if I play some music on the way?" She hummed. She was surprised when he took her hand in his and kissed it. That was more gentlemanly than she expected. Straight forward. She liked it. No need to guess. "I see, and what do you want?" She smirked leaning in close to his ear. She was playing with fire a bit, but she liked it. She liked that he gave as good as he took.
She raised a brow at his statement, "Oh and you know what I want? This should be good." She smiled biting her lip lightly in anticipation. Could he really know her pretty well after only one hang out? Or was it something she mentioned to him, and forgot? She did talk a lot more then normal last time, so that was possible. "I hope you mean that cause don't let this pretty lil thing fool you. Ya girl can put away from food." She laughed before letting her eyes fall on their hands still together. "You should should me all your ink at some point." She spoke with a coy smile letting her free hand trace the exposed ink on his hand slowly up his arm.
She playfully rolled her eyes before taking out her phone to find a good playlist to turn on, "Mind if I play some music on the way?" She hummed. She was surprised when he took her hand in his and kissed it. That was more gentlemanly than she expected. Straight forward. She liked it. No need to guess. "I see, and what do you want?" She smirked leaning in close to his ear. She was playing with fire a bit, but she liked it. She liked that he gave as good as he took.
She raised a brow at his statement, "Oh and you know what I want? This should be good." She smiled biting her lip lightly in anticipation. Could he really know her pretty well after only one hang out? Or was it something she mentioned to him, and forgot? She did talk a lot more then normal last time, so that was possible. "I hope you mean that cause don't let this pretty lil thing fool you. Ya girl can put away from food." She laughed before letting her eyes fall on their hands still together. "You should should me all your ink at some point." She spoke with a coy smile letting her free hand trace the exposed ink on his hand slowly up his arm.
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Braxton Nguyen & Sariyah Akeza {COLLAB, pt. 2}
His eyes widened slightly when she spoke. He hadn't expected that reaction from her or those words. She pushed past him and he called after her, but as he expected, she kept going. His hands arched into claws as he growled in frustration. Right about now, he was agreeing with his middle school self: girls were complicated and difficult. Guys were always an option… But they were weird and gross, and he really wasn't trying to feel on anyone else's muscles or kiss a stubbly face. He quivered at the thought.
Yeah, nevermind.
He went to his room, looking for something warm to slip on, but he figured a t-shirt and a coat would have to do. He was quiet as he headed downstairs, but still, he caught his mother's attention.
“Braxton? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. It's good, Mom. Have you seen Sariyah?”
Tiffany made a concerned smirk but she didn't press. “She went that way.” She gestured toward the back of the house.
“Thanks.” He swiftly headed in that direction. It wasn't until he peaked through the blinds at the back door that he saw her. He slowly opened the door and was silent as he stepped outside. His hands were jammed into his jacket pockets.
“Sariyah, it's cold… Please come inside... I'm sorry.” His tone was soft and apologetic now.
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Sariyah was looking up at the sky, the pretty colors and the moon that started to shine. The cold ended up feeling numb pretty quick as she took deep breathes, her nose and ears getting red from the temperature.
It wasn't until she heard her name that she snapped out of it, practically jumping out of her skin. She held her chest as she gasped. “I didn't hear you come out,” she said, glancing at him while taking a breath. “Why are you apologizing?” She asked him, her hands crossed in front of her.
Do you even know? Is it a sorry, can we please move away from the subject? Is it a sorry to shut me up? To make me satisfied?
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He sighed again. “I'm sorry for upsetting you. I didn't mean to make you feel unheard. I'm trying, Sariyah.” He paused. “I told you it won't happen again. And you don't have to worry about losing me; no one's taking me away from you.” He gradually approached while he spoke until coming to a stop beside her.
He took a moment to look out at the night as well, the brisk air making him feel more present. “This is about us and our time together, remember? Let's not let anyone ruin or waste it.” He attempted to put his arm around her shoulders. “I'm happy you came with me today, and despite the drama, I still had a great time just because you were here.”
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He sounds like..he means it. He sounds like it's not empty words and here I am still in doubt. Probably from trauma I have? I told him I trust him-and I do. I do…
When he put his arm around her shoulder she didn't shrug him off. She allowed herself to feel his warmth.
She sighed as her body slightly moved into him. “Despite the drama I'm happy as well..”she mumbled, trying to be positive. Trying for him. “I love your mom and your dad, I apologized to them already, but today really meant a lot to me” she said finally looking at him. There was still tension, but it was slight. Nobody is perfect.
“I'm sorry as well, I…could've communicated my feelings better instead of blowing up a bit at you. I guess I could've toned it down and maybe then you would've understood better before..”
I just feel for you so much I'm going crazy or seems.
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She let his arm stay. That was a good sign. He wouldn't overstep his welcome though.
“You don't have to apologize. You didn't expect to deal with anything that happened today. It was probably overwhelming on top of already meeting my parents. …I didn't say anything earlier, but I know you were emotional. I'm sorry for putting you in the middle.” He gave her a squeeze, hugging her close. “But you know you can come to me with anything, right?. I mean, there's not a whole lot worse you can drop on me than when you told me you'd have to go back home.” He chuckled. “So you should be pretty brave.”
The cold was beginning to seep through his jacket. With just a t-shirt underneath, it gave him a little shiver. “We should go back inside before we get sick… Are you ready to head home or did you want to stay longer? I think your shirt should be dry by now…”
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Sariyah couldn't help the tears forming in her eyes. “I-I know that..” she said trying to bonk away all the moisture. She didn't cry for a while and now that she has heavy feelings for a man it was like waterworks.
The squeeze he gave her helped her to smile, even just a little bit. “Right, I don't have anything else like that in my closet” she sniffles.
She thought about how his mom acted before they went upstairs. He doesn't seem to come home that often. “Let's go home after we watch a movie with your mom. I think she'd like that, wouldn't you? If you need us to switch and I drive later that's alright as well” she told him, trying to take his feelings into account still.
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He chuckled. “Good. But if something does come up, tell me.” He noticed her sniffle, but decided not to mention it. She probably was just overwhelmed by everything still.
“You're right,” he sighed. “A movie with mom and then we'll go home. We'll see how I feel after.” It had been a long day; he hadn't even thought about whether he'd be tired on the drive home. It also made him realize he'd never seen her drive; he always took them places. …Did he trust her to drive? To be fair, if they were going stereotype for stereotype, she trusted him, so he had to trust her.
“Are you still upset with me?” Am I allowed to ask that? “I mean, if you are, I get it and I'll give you space.”
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“Don't worry I have to drive careful anyway or I could potentially go back. I haven't had any tickets ever though so you're in good hands” she said trying to ease his mind if there was any doubt.
She took his question and let it marinate for a second. The tension had died down from earlier expeditiously. Sariyah sighed and finally wrapped her arms around him tightly while he body relaxed. “I'm more upset at the situation than at you. It's just something I have to get over so if I'm quiet with you on the ride home please don't think I hate you just- hold my thigh or hand or something” she told him. She felt how thin his clothes were and spoke up again. “You're right let's go inside, you're freezing” she said opening the door to lead him inside.
His eyes widened slightly when she spoke. He hadn't expected that reaction from her or those words. She pushed past him and he called after her, but as he expected, she kept going. His hands arched into claws as he growled in frustration. Right about now, he was agreeing with his middle school self: girls were complicated and difficult. Guys were always an option… But they were weird and gross, and he really wasn't trying to feel on anyone else's muscles or kiss a stubbly face. He quivered at the thought.
Yeah, nevermind.
He went to his room, looking for something warm to slip on, but he figured a t-shirt and a coat would have to do. He was quiet as he headed downstairs, but still, he caught his mother's attention.
“Braxton? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. It's good, Mom. Have you seen Sariyah?”
Tiffany made a concerned smirk but she didn't press. “She went that way.” She gestured toward the back of the house.
“Thanks.” He swiftly headed in that direction. It wasn't until he peaked through the blinds at the back door that he saw her. He slowly opened the door and was silent as he stepped outside. His hands were jammed into his jacket pockets.
“Sariyah, it's cold… Please come inside... I'm sorry.” His tone was soft and apologetic now.
~~~
Sariyah was looking up at the sky, the pretty colors and the moon that started to shine. The cold ended up feeling numb pretty quick as she took deep breathes, her nose and ears getting red from the temperature.
It wasn't until she heard her name that she snapped out of it, practically jumping out of her skin. She held her chest as she gasped. “I didn't hear you come out,” she said, glancing at him while taking a breath. “Why are you apologizing?” She asked him, her hands crossed in front of her.
Do you even know? Is it a sorry, can we please move away from the subject? Is it a sorry to shut me up? To make me satisfied?
~~~
He sighed again. “I'm sorry for upsetting you. I didn't mean to make you feel unheard. I'm trying, Sariyah.” He paused. “I told you it won't happen again. And you don't have to worry about losing me; no one's taking me away from you.” He gradually approached while he spoke until coming to a stop beside her.
He took a moment to look out at the night as well, the brisk air making him feel more present. “This is about us and our time together, remember? Let's not let anyone ruin or waste it.” He attempted to put his arm around her shoulders. “I'm happy you came with me today, and despite the drama, I still had a great time just because you were here.”
~~~
He sounds like..he means it. He sounds like it's not empty words and here I am still in doubt. Probably from trauma I have? I told him I trust him-and I do. I do…
When he put his arm around her shoulder she didn't shrug him off. She allowed herself to feel his warmth.
She sighed as her body slightly moved into him. “Despite the drama I'm happy as well..”she mumbled, trying to be positive. Trying for him. “I love your mom and your dad, I apologized to them already, but today really meant a lot to me” she said finally looking at him. There was still tension, but it was slight. Nobody is perfect.
“I'm sorry as well, I…could've communicated my feelings better instead of blowing up a bit at you. I guess I could've toned it down and maybe then you would've understood better before..”
I just feel for you so much I'm going crazy or seems.
~~~
She let his arm stay. That was a good sign. He wouldn't overstep his welcome though.
“You don't have to apologize. You didn't expect to deal with anything that happened today. It was probably overwhelming on top of already meeting my parents. …I didn't say anything earlier, but I know you were emotional. I'm sorry for putting you in the middle.” He gave her a squeeze, hugging her close. “But you know you can come to me with anything, right?. I mean, there's not a whole lot worse you can drop on me than when you told me you'd have to go back home.” He chuckled. “So you should be pretty brave.”
The cold was beginning to seep through his jacket. With just a t-shirt underneath, it gave him a little shiver. “We should go back inside before we get sick… Are you ready to head home or did you want to stay longer? I think your shirt should be dry by now…”
~~~
Sariyah couldn't help the tears forming in her eyes. “I-I know that..” she said trying to bonk away all the moisture. She didn't cry for a while and now that she has heavy feelings for a man it was like waterworks.
The squeeze he gave her helped her to smile, even just a little bit. “Right, I don't have anything else like that in my closet” she sniffles.
She thought about how his mom acted before they went upstairs. He doesn't seem to come home that often. “Let's go home after we watch a movie with your mom. I think she'd like that, wouldn't you? If you need us to switch and I drive later that's alright as well” she told him, trying to take his feelings into account still.
~~~
He chuckled. “Good. But if something does come up, tell me.” He noticed her sniffle, but decided not to mention it. She probably was just overwhelmed by everything still.
“You're right,” he sighed. “A movie with mom and then we'll go home. We'll see how I feel after.” It had been a long day; he hadn't even thought about whether he'd be tired on the drive home. It also made him realize he'd never seen her drive; he always took them places. …Did he trust her to drive? To be fair, if they were going stereotype for stereotype, she trusted him, so he had to trust her.
“Are you still upset with me?” Am I allowed to ask that? “I mean, if you are, I get it and I'll give you space.”
~~~
“Don't worry I have to drive careful anyway or I could potentially go back. I haven't had any tickets ever though so you're in good hands” she said trying to ease his mind if there was any doubt.
She took his question and let it marinate for a second. The tension had died down from earlier expeditiously. Sariyah sighed and finally wrapped her arms around him tightly while he body relaxed. “I'm more upset at the situation than at you. It's just something I have to get over so if I'm quiet with you on the ride home please don't think I hate you just- hold my thigh or hand or something” she told him. She felt how thin his clothes were and spoke up again. “You're right let's go inside, you're freezing” she said opening the door to lead him inside.
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"Hey, you know I love food. So I'm down for it." Shai wasn't picky and would probably eat anything Gen took him out for so long as they weren't full on Thanksgiving dinner. Then again, he wondered if her parents would find eating out offensive instead of finishing off the food that was here. His biggest goal with meeting her parents and spending time here was just not to misstep. He wanted to keep her life as easy as possible and he knew she had to really like him, trust him, or both to bring him around. Really like me, huh? That thought shouldn't have made him pause. As long as they'd been dating now, they should be fully comfortable as a couple and not just healthy competition. He had to work harder to change that narrative.
And on cue with his thoughts, she kissed his cheek. "Yeah, I thought I knew better." He chuckled. There was nothing that could happen here that didn't already happen at school, but he guessed he understood their perspective. Though, he couldn't fathom sharing a bed with a family member at this age. Maybe that was perfectly normal and he was just some level of spoiled, but he hadn't been in a bed with either of his parents since he was probably 10. "Well, if you do manage to push your brother away, I could always sneak over for a night." He flashed her a crooked smile.
"Yeah, show me everything there is to know about pre-Shai Genesis." He chuckled. What better way to be brought closer than to learn more about her? "This is probably stupid corny to you, but I do want to see that big bean thing and take a picture." He shrugged lightly. "It always looked cool in the photos... We have to come back whenever they dye the river. I've heard about that too."
"Hey, you know I love food. So I'm down for it." Shai wasn't picky and would probably eat anything Gen took him out for so long as they weren't full on Thanksgiving dinner. Then again, he wondered if her parents would find eating out offensive instead of finishing off the food that was here. His biggest goal with meeting her parents and spending time here was just not to misstep. He wanted to keep her life as easy as possible and he knew she had to really like him, trust him, or both to bring him around. Really like me, huh? That thought shouldn't have made him pause. As long as they'd been dating now, they should be fully comfortable as a couple and not just healthy competition. He had to work harder to change that narrative.
And on cue with his thoughts, she kissed his cheek. "Yeah, I thought I knew better." He chuckled. There was nothing that could happen here that didn't already happen at school, but he guessed he understood their perspective. Though, he couldn't fathom sharing a bed with a family member at this age. Maybe that was perfectly normal and he was just some level of spoiled, but he hadn't been in a bed with either of his parents since he was probably 10. "Well, if you do manage to push your brother away, I could always sneak over for a night." He flashed her a crooked smile.
"Yeah, show me everything there is to know about pre-Shai Genesis." He chuckled. What better way to be brought closer than to learn more about her? "This is probably stupid corny to you, but I do want to see that big bean thing and take a picture." He shrugged lightly. "It always looked cool in the photos... We have to come back whenever they dye the river. I've heard about that too."
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