Please excuse any grammatical errors.

February 4, 1992

~Tia's P.O.V~

"What got you so happy today?" DeVanté said from the doorway of the room. Today I didn't have anything to do, so I'm looking into some potential projects for the future.

I lifted up, from the bed and placed my book beside me. "What do you mean?" I asked sitting up, from my awkward position.

"What yo foot doing by yo head?" He asked changing the subject. "Nevermind, what are you reading?" He asked coming closer.

"A book."

"Smart ass! I meant what's the title of it?" DeVanté said laughing sitting down on the bed, and lightly slapping my leg.

I winced a bit. Is it me, or am I the only one who hates when someone sits on the bed you have to sleep in? I didn't say nothing though, because I'm in his house. "Assata: An Autobiography."

"Who is she, and what she do?"

"She was apart of the Black Liberation Army, also known as the Black Panthers. She escaped the states to Cuba because FBI was after her. The FBI was after the whole Black Panther Party, they wanted them all dead or alive, because of what they stood for. They were going for something similar to Black Wall Street. She's also Tupac's aunt." I explained to him.

"That's dope! She related to Pac? No wonder he's becoming vocal on black issues. But, what the hell is a Black Wall Street?"

"You don't know what Black Wall Street is!?" I asked with wide eyes.

"I ain't ever heard of it..." DeVanté shrugged at me.

"Actually I get it. They don't even teach this in school. They only teach us about a few black historians. Even when we're in the time period it happened in." I told him more understanding. I didn't learn any of what I do know in school. The difference between myself and many others is that I found a way to learn about my history OUTSIDE of school.

"I feel you, I feel you. I wouldn't even know what the they taught because my ass ain't even pay attention in class." He laughed loudly.

I shook my head, "Wow... Anyways, Black Wall Street was made by black people for black people. It was located in Tulsa, Oklahoma. A black man started it, his name was O.W Gurley. He took notice of land being sold cheap, and took advantage of it and purchased it. Gurley started off with a boarding house and eventually built more things. There were black bankers, doctors, teachers, pharmacist, police etc. that resided at there. The racist white people on the other side of the tracks were jealous because us black people were making more money than they were, and they rioted it, sort of like Rosewood but different. Anyways they rioted and claimed only thirty-six black people were killed but in actuality there were a bunch more. The riot/kilings happened in 1921. They hate when we are surrounded by each other in peace and actully are doing something for ourselve. So yeah, that's the story of Black Wall Street." I explained to him carefully.

"Damn, that's fucked up. It's always us, what we do to them but be black!?" DeVanté said angrily, standing up beating on his chest. Who is he, King Kong?

"Calm down, now!" I said, scooting to sit next to the spot he got up from. I patted the bed for him to sit down, though I really didn't want him to, but I wanted him to calm down a bit.

"We can't control the past, but we can control the present, as well as the future. That's why we should learn our past, so that when things happen in the future we'll know how to handle it." I said soothingly rubbing his shoulders as he sat back down.

"You right. Has anyone ever told you that you smart?"

"Yes." I sheepishly replied. A few people have told me that. I mean I don't want to toot my own horn, but BEEP BEEP!

"Yo shorty, you gon' have to stop doing that..." DeVanté said looking down at me in a low voice, turning to me licking his lips.

"Doing what?" I asked him confused.

"Rubbing my shoulders like that. Making me feel some type of way." He he said staring down at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I dropped my hands down. "OH!" I said noticing what he meant by that.

"Yeah... Besides books, what made you into learning and stuff?"

"My social life, or lack thereof." I shrugged.

"You ain't speak?" He asked and I shrugged.

"What's with all the yelling!?" Dalvin came in the room, as if he were rushing.

"You late, bruhh! That was like five minutes ago!" DeVanté said and we both laughed.

"Yeah, Dalvin..." I was still laughing.

Dalvin threw his hands up, "Okay, y'all caught me! I was just trying to be nosy, and see what was going on with y'all all day."

I thought about last night, this morning, my dream and let out shaky breath. "I just woke up in a good mood that's all." I shifted my eyes away from the both of them.

"Yeah," DeVanté said matching my tone.

Woke up in a good mood, my foot. More like the first time in a long time, making myself orgasm like that. I let out a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Dalvin said.

"Nothing," I snapped head back to them.

"Sure, y'all niggas acting weird as hell. I'm onto y'all. Nope! I'll be looking out." Dalvin said.

"Dalvin, there isn't anything to look out for." I said furrowing my eyebrows.

"That's what y'all WANT me to think! Not gon' work." Dalvin said.

"Dalvin what's-- Get your behind out they business and come on!" Tionne said coming in the room snatching Dalvin out.

"I'm sorry, y'all." Tionne said while Dalvin made that hand and eye gesture, as if saying he's watching us.

"Okaaayyy," DeVanté trailed off.

"Why do you always ask me so many questions?" I asked turning to DeVanté.

"I was taught that if I don't know something, ask. Besides, I'm trying to get to know you." He said turning to me. We were so close to each other. Our faces now a couple inches away, he looked down at my lips.

"Fair," I shrugged and scooted over some.

DeVanté furrowed his brows a bit, "What you scooting over for? I wasn't going to do anything to you, of that's what you thought. I'm a gentleman, I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do."

"Okay, thank you."

"Yeah, you wanna watch some TV in my room. Don't worry, I'm not going to try ANYTHING." He said standing up, holding his hand out.

I reached to grab my book and stood up. Since, I don't like to touch hands a lot I just hooked my arm to his. "Okay."

"Why don't you like touching hands? Well skin to skin," he asked me as we walked to his room next door.

"It's- it's complicated."

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

I watcher her grab her book and I got more stiff in my pants. She got those little ass shorts on. I readjusted myself in my pants and quickly reached the opposite hand back out. You know how people say men think with their lower brains? Well, this grown woman got both of my brains working. She turned around, looked at my hand hooked her arms around mine.

"Okay." Tia said in a small pitch.

"Why don't you like touching hands? Well skin to skin," I asked her as we walked to my room. She'd only grab hands when it's covered. What is she a germaphobe?

"It's- it's complicated." She stuttered.

"What you wanna watch?" I said sitting down on the bed grabbing her wrist trying to get Tia to sit with me.

"I don- uh, I don't like to sit on people's beds." She said to me refusing to sit.

"NO, it's fine, come sit." I patted the spot beside me, and she sat down.

I saw a stain on my sheet, a cum stain, it wasn't that noticeable but it was there. Oh shit! This morning, I-- shit! I'm a horrible person.

"Actually, ma-maybe you should sit on the chair. Ya know because--" I scratched my head quickly thinking, as her hand landed on another stain. "Because, you complain about your back problems a lot and the chair has a back where you could lean-- lean back in it." I said awkwardly.

"I'm fine right now, when my back begins to hurt I'll sit in the chair." Tia said sliding her hands against my bed, crossing her legs, and leaning back on her hands. Her breast moved as she did and her nipples hardened up, most likely from the friction of her shirt and the draft in the room.

I licked my lips and tore my eyes away, "I'm har- uh, House Party will be on in a few minutes. You want to watch that or nah?"

"Yeah, let's watch it then. I actually dig it." She said to me.

"Dig it? Since when do you say that?"

"I've been speaking ebonics. I'm more comfortable now. Breaking out of my shell more."

"Are you, now?" I turned to her, then grabbed the remote or as I usually say 'moken troll.

"Mmhm," she nodded licking her lips. GAWD! Those same lips that licked my tip, in my dream...

"I'll be right back," Tia said standing up and leaving the room.

About two minutes later she came back with a water bottle and some vaseline. What she planning on doing with that? She sat back down next to me. She sat the bottle down on the floor, opened the cap of the vaseline, and rubbed it on her lips. Oh...

"Dry lips?" I asked internally slapping myself. What kind of question is that!?

"Yep, it's my pet peeve." She said closing the cap and sitting it next to her water bottle on the floor, and getting back in the position she was in before she left.

"Let me go grab some snacks from the kitchen right quick."

I stood up and headed to the kitchen and grabbed some barbeque potato chips, gummy candy, and some chocolate and more water from the refrigerator. I was about to walk back into my room but Dalvin stopped me at the kitchen entrance.

"Nah, bruhh... You got some explaining to do. Y'all fucking, she in there on your bed with her head thrown back, as if she got the satisfaction of her life." Dalvin said to me with the back of his hand on my chest.

"Fuck out of here with that Dal. You got it all wrong. We ain't done shit AT ALL." I corrected him putting emphasis on the last two words.

"Then why she on your bed with her head tossed back?"

"I don't know. Just because she's in my room, or in my bed mean jack squat." I exasperated. "How many times I got to tell you what's up, Dal?"

"What you finna do with that chocolate?"

"Your business is in your room, not in my face. So, go in there and tend to your." I laughed in his face, knowing what he was insinuating.

"Mmhm," he folded his arms and went further into the kitchen.

I entered the room and found out what Dalvin was talking about. Tia was now leaning on her elbows, her head tossed back, with her eyes closed. I really want to tear that ass up! I looked down at her body. From her face, down to her breast, and further sound at her lady parts. Her shit is fat. Whenever I get the chance, she better be prepared because... I closed my eyes and threw my head back at the sight and my thoughts. I opened them and looked back down to see Tia staring back up at me.

"I uh- I uh, got the snacks." I sheepishly smiled, came closer and sat in the bed next to her. I dropped the snacks on the bed. "You like barbeque potato chips?" I asked picking them back up.

"Love them!" She said sitting up.

"Good. Look, it's starting." I said referring to the TV. I bust the bag of chips open and offered her some.

"Thanks." She said grabbing some and eating them.

I fell asleep during the movie. I don't know how, because this movie is the bomb. When I woke up I saw the TV was playing something else, and it was now half past eight at night. Tia was slouched over in the chair with her mouth slightly open sleeping. Beautiful sight... I went over to her to awake her.

"Wake up," I slightly shook her.

"I wasn't asleep, I was just resting my eyes for a second." She said groggily, sitting up and stretching.

"Yeah, and I'm Michael Jackson." I laughed.

"Okay, you caught me. I was." Tia threw her hands up in surrended. "You went to sleep first though."

"I know." I laughed, "You good, but I know you mad uncomfortable in that chair, and in that position." I pointed out.

"It is," she smiled, got up and stretched out even more.

"You hungry?"

"Yes, I want some REAL food." She laughed.

"There's this healthy joint down the block, we could order" I suggested.

"Nahh, let's cook!" She exaggerated.

"But it's already night time?"

"So? There's a lot of groceries in the fridge and we may as well do something with them." She's making a point though. 😕

"Okay, let me remind you that I don't know how to cook, AT ALL. But I can burn some shit up." I laughed out, she just shook her head and lead me out the room.

"Y'all have a countertop grill?" She asked as we stepped into the kitchen.

"Yes, ma'am." I went into the kitchen closet and grabbed it. "Right here."

She grabbed the chicken breast out the fridge. Why is it there? "I took it out the freezer this morning, because I knew I'd do something with it for dinner. How does grilled chicken breast sound? Don't worry it wont be dry, it'll be juicy." She said as if reading my mind. Juicy? Like those lips.

"Oh, cause I sholl was wondering. That sounds nice." I laughed sitting the grill on the countertop while she took out the seasonings.

"What else we making? Well you mostly?"

"Nope, you got it right the first time. We, because you're about to learn how to cook something tonight."

"Whatever you say, I'll do." I turned to her throwing my hands up in surrender. "Okay, boss lady?" She just smiled and continued what she was doing.

Tia made some grilled chicken, red mashed potatoes, corn on the cobb and some gravy. I helped make the gravy, I had to chop onions and pepper. I almost chopped of my fingers in the process but I did good, to say the least. Though, I have a few cuts here and there in good. I also helped peel the potatoes and mix them. I never learned to cook because my mother was old school and always said that was women work. So, I'd just wait until she finished. Which explains my eating out at restaurants. I don't believe that cooking is just for women, so there I was.

"This is delicious!" JoJo, who was not invited said smacking on some of the food we made, plus the rest of the food she made from the other day. Luckily we made extra.

"Thank you, JoJo." Tia replied to him.

"JoJo, could you chew any louder?" Dalvin asked.

"Right, you're ruining my appetite. Please, close your mouth when you chew your food. Shits nasty!" I exclaimed.

"Not the food! I mean his chewing." I corrected myself.

"Damn, skippy!" Dalvin agreed.

"I almost lost my fingers helping." I laughed holding up both hand that had a few bandaids on it.

"Ain't no blood in there is it!? 'Cause that AIDS shit ain't no joke!" JoJo said through mid chew, as food flew out his mouth.

"Nigga, I ain't got no damn AIDS! The fuck! Besides, if there was blood in the food, and I had AIDS it'd be running through you by now, the way you munching!" I said offended.

"I mean, who know with everybody you-" JoJo was cut off by Dalvin popping him. "Ouch! You dirty nigga!" JoJo yelled. Great, now Tia probably thinks I'm a man whore who lies down with any and everybody. GREAT JOB FAT ASS JOJO! First, you come over and eat up the food, and now he insult me?

"I'm positive there is no blood in this food. Plus, I wouldn't be eating it, AIDS or not." Tia answered JoJo's question, shrugging.

"Ard, cool." Jojo continued to chew.

IMPORTANT NOTICE: School has started and I have four classes in total but two ONLINE essay classes. I'll update when I can.

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