one shots

shorty swing my way [5]

september 1998
friday
4:54 p.m

"I'm just sayin', Nay. You can't trust them niggas with the light eyes. They always end up bein' crazy," Lisa shook her head.
"You didn't have anything to say when him and I were just casually fuckin'," I reminded her.
"That's because y'all aren't doing that anymore," she replied.
"How would you know?" I asked.
"So, what you're saying is that y'all are still doing that?" she countered my question.

My answer was a simple shrug and a slight smile.
"Girl," she kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes.
"I mean, we still fuck, but. . . it's different now," I couldn't help the smile that slid onto my face.
"Ooh, it's different," she sarcastically began shaking in her boots.
"Shut up, Muffin," I playfully shoved her.

She laughed as I continued to move back and forth from my closet and dresser to my duffle bag.

"So, how long will you be over there, this time?" she plopped down on my bed, next to my bag.
"Just until tomorrow night," I shrugged.
"So, what time will Swing be over?" she asked.
"Uh," I paused to look at my watch, "5:00."
"Oh, cool. What will y'all be doing?" she asked.

"You askin' all these questions. You all in my business," I smirked.
"Hell yeah. I don't have shit goin' on in my life, girl. I mean, I talk to Deon from time to time, and Marcus might be coming to his senses, but you never know with him," she shrugged.

I simply shook my head as the doorbell rang. "I got it," she hopped before exiting my room. I made sure I had everything I needed before zipping up my bag and putting on my shoes.

In the midst of doing so, I could hear knocking on my open bedroom door. I gazed up to find him dressed in a jacket with no shirt underneath, a chain, baggy jeans, and Doc Martens.

"Yo, Nay. You know I ain't the one for waitin'. Let's go," he told me.
"Uh, how 'bout you go put a shirt on underneath that damn jacket. I know ya' nipples chafin' against that denim," I smirked up at him.
He chuckled lightly, picking up my bag as I finished tying my shoe.

"Remind me to get you a new bag, shorty," he said as I stood up.
"My bag is perfectly fine," I kissed my teeth while grabbing my keys.
"To you," he followed me out of my room and into the living room.

"Whatever, Swing," I waved him off while approaching Lisa. "A'ight, Muffin."
"Okay, girl. Have fun. Be safe," she said, rubbing my back as I hugged her.
"Both of you, be safe," she said, taking my hands into hers and gripping them a bit as she gazed into my eyes.

I nodded briefly before she looked over at DeAndré. He nodded as well before he said, "you too."

With that, we got into his car and headed toward his place.

For several weeks, we've been alternating spending weekends at each other's places. We became pretty inseparable. I'm not sure what it was about him that got my guard down so quickly nor why it was so easy to be around him 24/7. I was a woman who enjoyed her space, a woman who would become hard to deal with if I had been around one person for too long, even if that person was Lisa.

Yet, DeAndré was different.

Everything was different with him.

"What'chu thinkin' about?" he glanced over at me before returning his light eyes back onto the road.
"Nothin'," I shook my head.
"Then why you starin' at me?" he let a slight smile slide onto his face even though I could tell my gaze made him uneasy.

"Because you're so handsome," I reached over to caress his face and neck.
He gripped the wheel a little, the white of his knuckles appearing as the car began to speed up.
"Don't get so anxious, DeAndré," I smirked.
"Can't help it," he glanced over at me again.