I would probably just have to get it from him from school today when I go there later to pick up Christy. I turned halfway around on the bed and started to lay on my side. Then I started thinking… Me and Christy, we’re really married! We got the marriage contract, we’re both husband and wife, she’s mine now. This is all that I wanted!
I grabbed my phone which was on the bed next to me. I turned it on and went to Christy’s Facebook profile, then I navigated to her photo gallery and began to view her pictures. She had quite a bit. Pictures of her in school. Her, Roxanne and Violet. Pictures of her at home in bed, laying down, in the bathroom. She even had this one picture in which she took in the bathroom while sitting down on the sink facing the bathroom mirror. The picture really captured the great size of her backside. “The sink effect”, I thought to myself and began smiling.
“The sink effect” is when a girl takes a picture in the bathroom while sitting down on the sink and facing the bathroom mirror. The reason why it is called that is because, when the girl sits down on the bathroom sink, it augments the size of her backside and makes it appear bigger than it really is. But Christy didn’t really need that. Her backside was already big and round enough. I continued to look at her pictures. Her smile, her flawless caramel skin, her long black hair, her great fashion sense. She is definitely the girl of my dreams, she is all that I want in a woman, and more. I could not believe that me and her were actually…
“Impossible!” I thought to myself. I must call her, just to make sure, just to see if it is true. But I knew that she would be in class, she maybe would not be able to talk to me.
I didn’t care. Quickly, I held down the home button on my phone and navigated to the call screen, I then went to Christy’s name and tapped it. The phone rang once… no answer… twice… no answer… three times… no answer… on the fourth ring she picked up.
“Jason, hello.” She quietly said in a whisper.
“Didn’t I make myself clear when I told you a few days ago that you have to pick up on the first ring?” I said to her.
“Do you want me to chop your body up and put you in a slave ship to send you back to Africa? Is that what you want?” I asked her.
“Boy, I’m in class! I had to step out to answer your call, what is it Jason, what’s wrong?” She asked me.
“Nothing is wrong boo. I was just laying here thinking about you, and I miss you and love you so much.” I said.
Christy gave a deep sigh. “I love you too Jason.” She said.
“I just wanted to ask you, are you really my wife, are we really married.” I asked her.
Christy began to laugh lightly and a smile spread across her face.
“Omg boy yes! That’s what it says on that paper thing.” She said.
“Okay boo. I was just wondering. But what you doing though? I miss you.” I said to her.
Christy sighed again, she put her fingers on her nose bridge and she began pacing the hallway next to her classroom.
“I miss you too Jason, I’m in class, can I talk to you later?” She said.
“Say please.” I said to her.
She began laughing. “Omg please!” She said.
“Now say please daddy.” I said to her.
“Omg Jason I have to…”
“SAY IT!” I yelled to her.
Christy sighed lightly. “Please… daddy… can I talk to you later?” She said.
“Okay baby, go back in class and get your edumacation okay, I love you and I’m so proud of you okay.” I said to her.
“Okay, I love you too.” She said. Then she hung up and began walking back to her class.
I quickly called her back. The phone rang once and she picked up.
“Yes?” She said.
“Why did you hang up?” I asked her.
“Jason… I have to go back to class.” She said.
“Okay bae. But before you go… Can you go in the bathroom and send me a picture of your left nipple right quick because I would like to masturbate to it later.” I asked her.
Christy gave a light sigh and began smiling. “Omg… Jason… Bye, I have to go.” She said.
“Okay boo bye, I love you, and you’re so beautiful okay.” I said to her.
“I love you too.” She said. Then she hung up and went back inside her classroom.
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I turned the screen on my phone off and placed it on top of my stomach. I then looked up and started to stare at the ceiling. Hunger started to grip my stomach. As I continued to stare up into the ceiling my eyes started to slowly shut, and then I started thinking about…
Her smile, her voice, the way she laugh, the sounds that she makes when she’s happy, and in pain. The smell of her hair! I was able to remember the previous day when I was over her house and I began sniffing her hair while…
But that was all that I was able to remember for some reason. After we had sex in her room, I remember falling asleep and being knocked out. But that’s all that I could remember, nothing else. I tried to think about what happened afterwards, but every time that I tried my stomach began to rumble out of hunger and it started to cringe for some reason. So I tried not to think about it. Christy and Jerry and my father already told me what happened, and that’s what it was. Me and Christy got our marriage contract, we went back to her house, and then afterwards I went to Jerry’s house and smoked and downed a few bottles. Me, drinking? My face twisted as I began to think about it some more. I still can’t believe that I did that, alcohol was never really my cup of tea, I was always more of a lemonade type of person.
I quickly got up and walked out of my room to go downstairs to find something to eat. First, I had to go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Afterwards I ran downstairs to the kitchen. My father was inside taking that same black pot from a few days ago and he put it on top of the countertop next to the stove. He then took a bowl from the drawer up top, and then dug a large white spoon into the rice pot and started putting a few spoons of rice into the bowl. When he saw me he immediately smiled.
“Jason! Are you okay? What are you coming to do?” He looked at me and said.
“Nothing much, just about to find something to eat, I’m mad hungry.” I said in reply to him.
“You want me to put some rice for you?” He asked me.
“Nah it’s cool old-head, mom said I can’t be eating that stuff no more.” I said to him and began laughing, while remembering the look that was on my mother’s face when I told her that I ate the African food that my dad cooked.
My father began smiling. He had a huge smile with a full mouth and all his teeth were white. Though I never saw my father laughing before, I would always see him smiling a lot.
“Oh okay.” My father said while still smiling.
“Well eat up son, and get dressed so I can take you to buy some clothes for the warm weather and shoes.” He said to me while smiling.
I paused and looked at my father for a few seconds as he stood there and dug the spoon in the rice cooker. My father never takes me out to buy clothes, it’s usually my mom that does so. And when she does she won’t even take me out. She would just go out and do it on her own, she always got the right clothes and shoes for me, she knew my exact size and exactly what I liked.
“Wassup with the prodigality old-head? You got bread?” He asked me.
I was asking my father why he was being so nice and I also asked him if he had money to spend on me to buy clothes. My father turned his head to look at me. He began half laughing, showing his full mouth and all his white teeth.
“Nope! All my bank accounts is at overdraft. I’m just going to use credit, I want to buy you something nice because I’m really proud of what you did yesterday.” He said to me.
“Thanks old-head, can we stop at like a dollar store or something, I wanna buy Christy some chocolate and flowers.” I said.
“Yes of course son.” He said.
“Just eat and get dressed and then we will be on our way.”
I then walked to where the fridge was and grabbed the Fruit Loops box of cereal from up top the fridge. I then grabbed a metal bowl from the drawer up the counter. I put the cereal in it, I grabbed the milk from inside the fridge and poured it inside the bowl. I then sat down on the table and began to eat.
Afterwards, I went upstairs. Threw on my green camouflage pants with a long sleeve gray shirt. Then I headed downstairs. My father was already sitting down on the couch waiting for me.
“You ready Jason?” He asked me.
“Yes sir, I’m ready now.” I replied.
My father then got up from the couch and he walked out the door, I followed behind him.
The first place that me and him stopped at was a CVS, so that I can buy Christy a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, I didn’t know which one she liked. So I just got the heart shaped ones with caramel inside. The cashier put it for us in a big white plastic bag, and then we headed one. We then went to a nearby Foot Locker. Since it was right across the street, I told my father for us to just go there so that we can buy the shoes, clothes and then leave. I only bought one pair of shoes and a Nike sweat suit, I knew that my father did not have a lot of money so I didn’t splurge. Afterwards we got in the car and started to drive off.
“Are you sure that you don’t wanna go somewhere else to buy more clothes Jason?” He asked me in the car while driving.
“Nah it’s cool old-head, I appreciate all that you’ve already done. Can you drop me off at the school? I gotta give the flowers and box of chocolate to Christy.” I said to him.
Right now the time was only 10:25am. Christy would most likely be in her last class for the day. Then afterwards she would have lunch, and then she’ll be done. She wasn’t going to go to lunch though. That’s why I brought her the box of chocolates.
“Yes of course!” He said as he made a sharp right turn.
Two minutes later we pulled up to the front of the school. I told my father bye and he drove off. I then walked to sit down at a table outside the school, next to a field where the Lacrosse and Soccer team holds their practice. I pulled out my phone from the side pockets of my green camouflage pants, I scrolled down my recent calls and tapped on Christy’s name.
The phone rang once, she picked up.
“Yes?” She said.
“Come outside.” I replied to her.
“Jason, I’m in my last class, I can’t ju—”
“I’m not going to repeat myself.” I cut her off and said.