Chapter 7

On the way home I decided to head to the diner.

I park my car in the parking lot and lock my door. Walking inside I take a seat the bar and order take-out. Turkey bacon, scrambled eggs, grits, and pancakes. Who says you can't have breakfast for dinner?

I was waiting for my food when I saw Jordan walk in. I turn around and take my phone out my pocket to make it look like I was occupied with something. To be honest I wasn't actually paying attention because I started to play Candy Crush. My food should be done in 10 minutes at the most, so I'll have enough time to get out of here.

Uggh. I can feel him staring at me. So uncomfortable. I look back at where Jordan is sitting and raise an eyebrow. I get up slowly and straighten out my clothes. If I'm going to him, I better look good doing it. After all I did just get pampered up.

I was walking to him in a cool manner when I choked on my spit. Sh*t. I turn right back around coughing, and head back to my seat. I ask for a cup a water and drink it. Like it makes it better. It doesn't. I'm still choking. I feel somebody pat my back to help and it doesn't, it just hurts even more.

"Sto...stop...stop hitting my back its hurts" I say to the person hitting my back hitting their hand out the way. I was coughing so hard the tears were pouring out of my eyes making it look like I was crying.

Finally getting the spit out my throat I look at the person that was 'trying' to help me.

"Tha..." -nevermind. He does not deserve my thanks. I turn back to the way I was before and ignore him. I was just minding my business and he always come up to me. Why is he always where I'm at.

After a few minutes my food comes out and I quickly snatch it. Jordan was sitting beside me the whole time watching me. It was so uncomfortable.

"Thanks Marco" I say and rush out the dinner. But before I could step outdoor a hand grips my wrist.

Before my brain can react I spin and grab their shoulder and twist my hand out their grip grabbing their own wrist pinning their arm to their back while keeping my food in my hand.

"Ah,ah,ah. I'm sorry I won't grab you anymore. Just let me go." Jordan said on his tippy toes.

"Oooooh I'm soooo sorry I didn't mean to." I said sarcastically looking at with big puppy dog eyes pouting my bottom lip. I let him go and walk out the door.

I get to my car and check my food. My grits were spilt in my bag, but everything else was fine. I really wanted those grits though. I sighed and let it go.

I pulled up to the house and got out the car. I lean on my car taking in the nature surrounding the neighborhood. Inhaling the air. Looks like I'm going to eat outside today.

I lock my car door and walk into the house. I head to my room and put my keys up. I take off my shoes and put them in my closet. I head back downstairs and out the back door. I grab a chair from off the patio and drag it into the big yard of grass.

I sit down in my chair and put my food to the side. I always like being outside. It calms me. Listening to the birds chirping, feeling the grass with your bare feet, smelling the air around you. It all feels great. To me the smells bring back memories. Like when a certain event happened what I smelt during it brings me back to it.

I let my feet feel the grass between my toes while I relax in the slowly setting sun.

After a while of letting my mind go free I start eating my now cold food. I was almost done with my food when Cachire came out dragging a chair next to me. We just look at each other enjoying each other presents. I grab his small hand and look up at the sky. Don't you just love looking up at the sky. It's just so beautiful.

"Wanna go make up a new routine?" I ask Cachire looking over at him. Over the last few days my foot has gotten a lot better. He nodded his headed.

We put the chairs up and throw away my trash. We headed towards my room and started to set up the speakers.

"What song do you want to dance to?" I ask.

"Um, I don't know." he said.

"Okay. We'll just look through the playlist." I said.

We finally pick out a song and dance separately to see what dance moves we want to use. We were at this for about two hours when we finished.

We finished with a rond de jambe going into a spin.

"Phew, dat felt good didn't it?" I say.

"Yea. Once we record it and practice it I'm sure we can get a lot a views on YouTube." he said.

"I guess so" I say looking at him putting the speakers away. "Well it's time for you to go to bed it's a school night." I say pushing him out the door.

"But I don't want to" he says pushing back.

"But you have to" I say in a whining voice just like him and picked him and ran to his room.

I ran into his room with him on full blast giggling. I stop in front of his bed and look at him with a mischievous look on my face.

"You ready?" I say laughing.

"NO" he said holding on to me tighter.

"Well to bad." I said.

I raise him above my head and slam him onto the bed with him still in my arms so I won't hurt him or break the bed.

"Now go to bed." I say tucking him in.

"Okay" he said.

"Goodnight" I say and kiss him on the forehead.

"Goodnight" he says back.

I go back to my room and clean up. It's almost nine so the house should be quiet around this time. I hop on my bed and lay down. I close my eyes and subconsciously let the darkness take over.