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Chapter 1
"So where are you going now?" I asked getting dressed.
I once again succumbed to the swagger of my crush. There he was tall, slim, light-skinned with starter locks. His eye brows were thick and perfectly accentuated his bright eyes. He had a mustache, which finally fit his face since it started in the 8th grade. His pink lips were moist and full as he looked around my bedroom for his shoes.
"Play ball wit Micquel and Rasaun" he answered, without making eye contact.
I just threw my underwear on and climbed back in bed, my covers caressing my chocolate skin. I was nowhere near as handsome as Timothy, my crush. I was average height and weighed around 135. My hair was cut low, due to my parents dictating my life among other things. I was told that I possessed a beautiful smile. Everyone confesses that my smile cheers them up for some reason. I don't know how because looking at myself, when I smile, all I see is hurt. Hurt that I've bottled up for years. I was also blessed with two deep dimples in my cheeks, courtesy of my mom along with dark eyes from my dad and a strong jawline. To top it all off, I wore glasses, which I desperately begged my parents for laser surgery but they weren't trying to hear it.
I sighed heavily as it fell on deaf ears. I did it for him to pay attention but he was in another world right now. Timothy was dressed and looked for his phone as he headed towards the door. This was the same routine for the past two years. We've been friends since 1st grade but our teenage hormones gave new levels to the friendship. I've always knew I was gay and I only wanted to be with one guy. I remember fantasizing about Timothy more than I could count. He was my first everything: first friend, first crush, first lover, and first wet dream?need I go on.
The problem with my personal revelation is his stubbornness. He claims that he's not gay but ever since we experimented, he's been over my house, fucking me senseless. I shouldn't say that, since there were times when he would be slow and sensual. I just felt like I didn't know my friend anymore. He hardly talked to me like he would when we were younger. Once we got in high school, his new crew consisted of Micquel and Rasaun with the latter hating me for no reason.
I would call or come over to see Timmy, as I affectionately called him, and if Rasaun was around he would give me hell from jump. Of course Timmy, would defend me but needless to say we could never be in the same room for too long. Micquel was cool and just seemed to go with the flow.
Timmy also claimed this one girl that climbs his dick simultaneously with me - Ebony. She's a sweet girl, very smart, attractive, and respectful but I hated her. The minute Timmy confessed to me that he was dating her, I asked him where does that leave us. Don't you know that he had the gall to laugh in my face and say "nigga, we just friends." I was so hurt that I didn't speak to him for a week. He claimed that he didn't even know I was upset nor call me to see if I was good. Needless to say, I crumbled my wall of hate against him and shared him with Ebony, knowing that it wouldn't end well soon.
"U good?" he asked staring into my eyes as I instantly got turned on again.
"I guess. My parents will be home soon anyway. Not like you want to stay" I responded looking at my alarm clock.
"G, I don't have time for this right now" Timmy said still standing in the doorway.
I wanted him to climb back in bed so badly and caress my stomach as I drifted off to sleep but that was the furthest thing from his mind.
"I'm not trying to pick a fight with you" I said apologetic.
"I'll hit you up" Timmy said leaving.
No good bye or I love you. I wish I could say that my heart crushed but I learned to expect less from him when it came to romance.
I heard the front door close as I climbed out of bed and over to my window to watch him walk away. He crossed the street and immediately began texting his friends no doubt. I was startled out my trance when I heard my cell phone vibrate on the night stand. When I recognized the number, I picked up instantly.
"So?" my friend Destiny asked.
Destiny was gender fluid. It just depended on what day of the week if she liked boys or girls. She is fascinated with my relationship dealing with Timmy and sometimes it was a blessing and a curse that she lived across the street from me.
"I swear you have nothing going on in life" I said lying in bed.
"My business concerns you and Ian Marcus" Destiny said.
Ian Marcus was my other friend. He is attractive and straight but I always seen him as more of a brother than a friend. When I came out to the two of them a few years back, they accepted me with open arms. Sometimes Ian Marcus can be conservative when it comes to my relationship with Timmy but he tries to not judge as best as he can.
"Well call him and find out what he's doing" I said half annoyed.
"I did. He told me he was in the middle of masturbating and to call him back in 30."
"You are such a liar."
"I know, I know. But come on, tell me what's up?"
"Well as you know Timmy left-"
"Uh huh" Destiny said followed by a squeal. She always wanted details on the sex with Timmy. I secretly think she has a crush on him too.
"It was amazing. He took his time and I swear it seemed like he lasted longer than usual"
"What positions were you guys in? Did he give you that toe curling, eye rolling, heart racing D?"
"I'm not going to answer the first question but the second one, yes. I just wish he would leave Ebony and focus on me more."
"You know that's not happening."
I paused before responding as the words sank in my head. She was right and I knew it. This wasn't the first time I was told this. A part of me knew that I was wasting my time but I honestly don't want anyone else. It's always been Timmy for as long as I can remember. It's not who he is but what he does to me. He makes me happy when I see him happy. I feel like he can't be himself and needs someone to free him.
"I know but maybe-"
"Oh Genesis here you go" Destiny said as I sighed frustrated, "It's just sex that he wants with you. Nothing more!"
"He loves me though Destiny I know it" I confessed, "You guys just don't know the history I have with him."
"No, you've stressed the history enough to the point I can rewrite it if I wanted to but G listen I love you and I just want you happy. Do you honestly think that Timothy can make you happy?"
I reached for the drawer in my nightstand as I found an old picture of Timmy and I. We were about 8 or 9. Our clothes were dirty but he had his arm wrapped around my shoulder as he smiled missing one of his two front teeth. I was holding a soccer ball in my arms as I smiled as wide as I could.
"Genesis?" Timmy called as I walked over to the swings.
He got behind one and held onto the ropes signaling for me to sit down. I loved when he pushed me in the swings. Timmy would always start off slow and then once I got comfortable enough I would beg for him to push me higher.
"But I don't want you to leave me" Timmy said solemnly.
"I'm not going to leave you Timmy. You got my back remember?"
"G, I wanna ask you a question?"
"Now, but we're having fun" I said feeling the breeze on the swing.
"But it's important" Genesis whined as I asked him to stop pushing me.
He sat on a nearby swing as he kicked up some dirt. I watched him playing with his fingers as I waited patiently for him to ask me a question. I stared at his face as his forehead started to perspire. He looked so nervous that my own heart started to beat rapidly.
"G?I?I?I?" Timmy said stammering. He was still playing with his fingers and was scared to look me in the eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Have you ever liked somebody a lot?"
"Yea my mommy and daddy."
"More than your mommy and daddy?"
"My grandma because she gives me good presents on my birthday."
"More than your grandma?"
"My aunt Jenn because she lets me stay up late without my mommy and daddy knowing."
"More than your aunt Jenn?"
"Hmm" I said thinking, "I wanna say my grandpa because he buys me ice cream but he gave me a whupping for talking back to Ms. Taylor?"
"I told my daddy something and he got mad with me. I told him that I really liked you."
"I really like you too Timmy."
"No I really like you, like the mommy and daddy kind of like. I told my daddy when we were practicing football and he got real mad with me. He grabbed me by arms and shook me telling me that I can't like you that way because God will get mad with me and won't let me live with him."
"Why would he say that?"
"I don't know. After that I just started crying because I want to make God happy but I really like you. I like how we play all the time and have fun. When we don't play, then I get sad and cry until I see you again."
Timmy finally looked up at me as I saw his eyes start to water. I didn't know what to do but I didn't want him to cry. I reached for his hand, asked him to not cry and told him that I liked him a lot too.
"Like a mommy and daddy like?" Timmy asked as I nodded quickly.
Timmy got so happy. It was the happiest I'd seen him forever. We sat there on the swings holding hands until my mom called for us. I begged my mom to take a picture of us but she kept saying how dirty we were. I told her that I didn't care but I wanted to remember this day because it was the day I made Timmy really happy. As she looked in her purse for her camera, Timmy tapped my shoulder and whispered something that I will never ever forget.
"Do you promise to always like me?" Timmy asked as I held onto my soccer ball.
"I promise" I said.
Timmy smiled big again as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. We waited for my mom to take the picture as she counted down and our eyes were met with a flash of light.
"Hello" Destiny asked, as I came back from my flashback.
"I'm sorry I zoned out" I said as a car pulled in the driveway.
"Guess you still reeling over the sex" Destiny stated as I heard a car door close.
I walked towards my window again and saw that it was my mom returning from work. I said my goodbyes to Destiny as I threw some clothes on and greeted her at the front door.
I loved my mom. She was beautiful. She had a dark complexion that fell on a nice figure, given that she had two sons. She always kept herself looking stunning, which made sense give the fact that she was a first lady.
Yep, you guessed right. My dad is a preacher and so is Timmy's dad. They would hardly call themselves friends but are at least cordial since they're in the same church association. Secret rivals I would say given that they both had the two largest congregations not only in the association but the city. I'm not sure who has more members, nor do I care really.
"Evening mom" I said helping her with her bags.
"Hi baby" she said kissing my cheek, "have you started dinner?"
"No I didn't know what you wanted me to cook."
"That's fine. It will give me something to do to take my mind off this morning's meeting."
"What's wrong?" I asked following her into her study.
"James quit. So now I need to find another choir director."
I knew why James quit. It was no secret that he was gay. My father must have threatened him and forced him to quit. My father was very homophobic. He was very strict on my brother and me, but stricter on this topic. The homophobia transferred to my brother like glue. My brother, Malachi, was in his first year of college, thank God. He would tease the relationship I had with Timmy every chance he got. Nonstop he would ask "how's your boyfriend doing or when is your boyfriend coming by?" He would never say all of this around Timmy though. Who knows why?
"I'm sorry mom" I said as she placed a folder on her desk.
"I'll go through this list of candidates later. I know your father will be home soon so let me start dinner."
As she walked away, I couldn't help but feel sorry for James. He was flamboyant but our church was known for having a great choir. In fact this is what led to more members attending the church. I can only imagine what this is going to do for us now.
As time passed my father arrived just in time for dinner as my mother and I were taking our places at the table. My father was tall, medium build, dark complexion with streaks of gray in his beard and temple. He greeted my mother and me as he sat at the table with us.
My mother was strict about dinner and we would always eat at 7:00 pm, not a minute later. My father led us in prayer as we started eating. No words were said for the first few minutes as they were silenced by chewing and silverware touching the plates.
"Dinner is excellent Evelyn" my dad said right on que as he broke the ice.
"Thank you dear. The roast took longer to cook this time."
"Still came out great. How was school Genesis?" My dad asked as I froze.
He knew I was failing math and I knew that he wanted an update. I couldn't tell him that I was still failing because I knew he would yell at me again. He possessed a temper unparalleled to Hitler. I'm sorry. That was extreme but he was very stern and not too patient on certain matters. I couldn't lie but I knew that my studies would get better if I focused less on Timmy.
"I passed my quiz today" I stated happily, which was no lie.
"Congratulations son" my mom said quickly as my dad nodded and said the same.
"Sounds like it's getting better in Geometry then?" my dad asked.
The tone in his voice was strange. It was almost as if he knew something but wanted me to dig myself out before he walked over to the hole and pulled me out.
"Yep" I replied, trying to finish my dinner before any more questions came.
"James quit this morning" my mom said as I sighed with relief, "Debra gave me a list of candidates by the afternoon."
"That's good" my dad said taking a sip of water.
"Good?" my mom asked, "Suspicious more like it. I asked her, where did the list of candidates derive from and she replied that they've been interested in being with our church for a while now. They've been waiting for the position to open."
"That's true" my father replied.
"So you're not the least bit suspicious about how all of this is playing out? I mean I understand that James was g?"
At that moment my father dropped his fork on the plate as he wiped his mouth with the dinner cloth. He looked like he did not want to discuss this topic right now. I used that as my cue as I asked to go up to my room and study.
Once I reached my room I could hear my parents discussing James further. I wanted to listen in but my phone was vibrating. Once again I picked up but this caller wanted to FaceTime. I waited for the phone to connect as Timothy came into view.
He was lying on his bed shirtless, licking his lips and winking at me as I blushed. There was a spell he had on me and he knew it. Timmy played his cards and got everything and everyone he wanted. I knew why he was calling and I knew what he wanted. We just held the phone and stared into each other's eyes without saying a word. His eyes were doing a better job of saying what his heart wanted. This is what I wanted Destiny to see and understand but she couldn't. Only soulmates could share this bond. He finally took control as he got up and locked his bedroom door. I followed suit as he undressed and got back in bed.
"Let me see that ass" Timmy said as I undressed and got ready for another steamy session.
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