"Mother do I look presentable?" I had on my favorite lucky shirt. It was a sky blue botton up. "Xavier. Change them pants and wipe your mouth." My mother replies. I look at my tall reflection in the mirror above my old fashioned yellow couch. Damn. I had milk all over my top lip. Yeah, that's real presentable, Xavier. I rush upstairs to my room to take my mother's advice. I take out a few pairs of pants and contemplate between them. Blue jeans, black jeans, or khakis. I decide on my blue jeans and check my reflection again. I plaster a big stupid grin on my face. It's good to practice being normal. I grab my keys to my black Honda accord and run back downstairs. I approach my mother again, who is now cooking up a dinner for herself. "I'm not gonna ask this time, you know I look good now, mother." I say and kiss her cheek goodbye. I wish I could be there more for her emotionally. But truthfully, I got my own things going on, mentally. My father passed away while I was real young, due to a brain injury. She cries often about him, so he must have been a good man.She's raised me alone since I was 3 years old. I was a very exhausting child and teen to take care of. Many calls from the school to her about the same stupid things. I would get into fights, pick on the children, threaten them, and much more. I never got along with anyone, and it was pretty hard to gain bonds from people my age. I always longed for a friend and some love from them. I couldn't get that, so I found it within my mother. We formed an unbreakable bond and nothing would come in between us. Not even the trouble I had been causing my whole childhood on. I open my car door and hop inside. I spray some of my Polo cologne into the air and on myself then head towards Taja's home.
"Ladies first." I open the door for Taja and we walk inside the freshly opened restaurant. The host sits us to a booth and before you know it, I'm sitting face to face with the woman who showed up in my dreams endlessly. She was wearing a bright knee-length red dress that matched her complexion perfectly. Her hair was tied up and she didn't have a touch of makeup on. I think I liked her best that way, so natural. "So, Xavier, what do you do for work?" Well, I knew that question was coming up...but what I didn't know was what I was going to tell her. I'm currently unemployed, I was serving in the army but they let me go due to mental illness. Whatever that means, I feel like I am perfectly fine. They were calling it "psychopathy," but I couldn't believe I had something like that. "Oh, I serve in the Navy." I say simply and continue eating my steak and mashed potatoes. She nods then replies; "Wow, that's so interesting. I'm stuck in that little bakery everyday, but you seem to like it too." She laughs to herself. She notices me too? I just hope she don't know what I really come for. HER. "I come in every morning before I head to base. Just to fill the stomach or whatever. It's good but it isn't no Dunkin' Donuts." "So...why don't you just go there instead?" She asks. I think for about 5 seconds and reply; "Because they don't have as pretty of ladies working the register, that's why." Just from this date, I loved Taja more and more. I could feel the love growing stronger and I just wanted to be there to make her smile. I wanted to be there to treat her like a queen while she walks around in a pair of red thongs. A pair of red thongs that matched the dress she wore tonight. I would stay home all day with her just to caress her legs with my fingers. Every inch of her is perfect to me and having her all to myself...well, i'd be ridiculously pleased with it.
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