“Umm… no we’re not boy, you gon come over and give me my papers and I’ma cook for you.” Said Christy.
“Yeah, and we’re gonna eat right after we smoke, the food is gonna taste sooo good.” I said and stuck my tongue out.
Christy laughed lightly at that statement. “Whatever boy, what you doing?” She said.
“Nothing just laying down in bed talking to my boo.” I said.
“Oh and who your boo Jason?” Christy asked me,
“This one girl, she ugly though.” I said.
Christy laughed aloud. “Then how is she your boo if you think she ugly?” Christy said.
I thought for a moment. “Because… She’s my boo, not because of her looks, but because what’s inside her heart and the type of person that she is.” I said while smiling,
“Oh, how do you know what’s inside of her? She could be a mess inside, you don’t know.” Christy said.
“Yeah you’re right, I don’t, but I trust her.” I said.
I started thinking about what Abdul said on the tracks. Maybe he had a point, or maybe that’s just what I wanted Christy to think. I want to make her believe that I truly cared for her, that I really like her and want to be with her, and it has nothing to do with her external beauty, even though it does.
Christy didn’t say anything. There was a long pause.
I finally spoke “Sooo… what are you doing?” I asked her.
She paused for a minute and didn’t respond to my question, I could tell that she was thinking of what to say. “Chilling, laying down in bed, watching TV and talking to this ugly boy.”
I wanted to ask her which boy she was talking about. Even though I knew that she was referring to me.
“What are you wearing?” I said.
“OMG! Pervert!” Christy exclaimed out loud while laughing.
Immediately I jumped to my defense. “Ain’t nobody being a perv, it was just a question.” I said.
“Well… why do you wanna know?” She asked me.
I thought for a moment. “It’s for a school project.”
“Oh really? For what class Sex ED?” Christy said.
“Uhhh… naw, gym, it’s for gym class. Now hurry up and tell me cause I gotta turn this project in tomorrow.” I said to Christy
She rolled her eyes, “whatever, nothing boy just a shirt and pants.” Christy said.
“Wow, that’s very informative information.” I said in a sarcastic tone. “I like how you was able to delineate to me precisely what you’re wearing.” I said to Christy.
She gave a short laugh. “Well you asked what I was wearing boy, and I’m wearing a shirt and pants.” Said Christy.
“No dip SHERLOCK. You can be so smart sometimes you know that? But do you think that you could be a bit more specific as to the type of shirt and pants that you got on?” I said to Christy.
She snickered lightly. “Well, what do you wanna know?” Christy said.
“EVERYTHING!” I said.
Christy laughed out loud. “And exactly what is everything?” She asked me.
“Tell me everything, down to the color of your underwear.” I said.
Christy laughed out loud. “Why I gotta tell you all that for?” She asked me.
“Because… I’m daddy and I get what I want.” I said in response to Christy’s questions.
“Boy you ain’t no daddy, you better go somewhere.” Christy said.
“How come I can’t? Why can’t I be daddy?” I asked Christy.
“Because… You’re not up there yet. Right now you’re just a ‘little boy’.” Said Christy.
I laughed at what she just said. I immediately thought of a response to say to her.
“The nuclear bomb that struck Hiroshima Japan in 1945 was also nicknamed ‘Little Boy’, and look at all the damage that it did.” I said.
Christy gave a short laugh. “But you ain’t bomb though, and you definitely not gonna be able to do any damage… Little boy.” Said Christy.
“I’ma grown man stop playing with me. I don’t like the way you be disrespecting me. I find it to be very disrespectful the way that you address me.” I said to Christy.
“Well… Do something little boy.”
I turned over on my bed and started to lay on my back, I knew exactly what she wanted me to do. A faint smile spread across my face.
“You gon get it.” I said.
“Get what?” Christy quickly replied to me.
“So how’s the weather outside?” I said to Christy.