Poisonous Love. [EDITING]

twenty-one

AARON

"so you think waffles are better than pancakes?"
i ask.

"absolutely,there's no doubt!"
she protested.

me and aaliyah were in my parents bathroom playing twenty one questions while she cleaned it.

"you're clearly on drugs,what kind of person things like that.it's just a pancake with abs!"
i said scrolling on my phone.

"nobody wants a soggy,flat pancake.the lines add texture and they taste ten times better."
she said wiping off the mirror.

i shook my head,completely disagreeing with the fact that she thinks this way.

recently,i've been seeing aaliyah from a much different point of view.

for the past week,ryan's been lecturing me about my behavior and actions and so has coach.

so i thought that maybe if i convince myself that being nice to aaliyah for a little is gonna help me change,maybe everybody else will start believing it too.

"you're just basic,that's why you dress the way you dress."
she said looking at me.

"what's wrong with the way i dress? and what do you mean i'm basic"
i said offended.

she shook her head putting her lips in a straight line.

"i mean,if the shoe fits,wear it."
she shrugged.

i leaned against my moms side of the counter shaking my head.

i think the way that i dress is pretty normal.

"my outfits are fine,thank you.i did not need or want your opinion on the way that i dress."
i said jumping up on the counter.

"alright white boy."
she laughed,walking into the closet.

"why do y'all do that?"

"do what,and who is yall?"

she shook her head.
"you know what i'm talking about.you and your friends are always calling me white boy,i don't like that."

she sighed.
i wanted an apology.

i crossed my arms as she started organizing my parents clothes and laundry.

"i'm sorry,i'll call you cracker instead."
she laughed folding the clothes.
i rolled my eyes.

i looked at my phone asking another question that i had found.
"uh,who's your favorite parent?"

the room went silent before she sighed answering my question.

"my dad"
she said plainly.

there was no hesitation in her voice as she avoided my eyes.

"what about your mom?"

she shrugged.
"what about her?"
she smiled.

"do you guys have a good relationship or-"
the question rolled off of my tongue as she stalled.