I didn't tell my roommates about me and Diallo, they find out on their own.

It was a dead giveaway when he knocked on our door early Sunday. They were still asleep, so I woke up to answer the door, complete in my pajama onesie. I don't know if I looked cute, like a kid, or was sexy. My hair was still covered in my hair bonnet. I probably had sleep crust in my eyes.

But standing there was Mr. Perfect. Perfect, of course. Hair back to its bouncy curls, no frizz, bright smile, white teeth, dressed to impress...and holding a Starbucks coffee in one hand and a Starbucks bag in the other.

"Good morning."

"Uh...heeeey!"

"You do drink your coffee on the weekends, right?"

"Just hook it up to an IV tube and I will drink it all day," I say, taking the cup from him. "Thank you."

"And I brought you a Danish...I didn't know if you like-"

"I like any and all food! You're so sweet!" I look down at myself, feeling embarrassed I am not dressed. "Can you wait right here while I go change?"

"Sure."

OMG! How perfect was he? Bring me coffee and treats and being the first person I see in the morning? Oh man, I was falling so hard for this boy. I did a little weird dance in my room as I changed my clothes into something cute. I took off my bonnet and ran my fingers through my hair. Symone was right, my hair needed help.

I tried to flat-iron it, but that did not do much, I needed a wash and restyle by a professional. I should have got that done while I was home in St. Louis. I was sure there was no place near where I could get this Black girl's hair whipped back into shape.

While I was still fussing with my hair, I heard both Twyla and Allura out talking with Diallo. I hurriedly smooth my hair back into a ponytail and rushed out to them.

"Hey, guys."

Diallo was sitting on the sofa, my coffee and Danish on the table. Twyla sat on one side of him, Allura the other and they were talking loud and fast at him, though he only nodded his head at them.

"Heeey roomie!" Allura go up and made her way to me, putting an arm around me. "Keeping secrets and not telling us?"

"What?"

"I told them about us," Diallo said, "But I thought you would have told them."

"I was sleeping when you guys came in late last night so-"

"I thought we were cool," Twyla said.

I know neither one of them had to nerve to think I owed them all the details of my private life when Allura did not tell me she got back together with Jonathon, nor did Twyla inform me about the status of her and Donnell's sneaky link going on. She thought I did not know, but I could hear things in my room at night. Wasn't my business.

"It's no big deal," I said, but I knew it was.

"No big deal!" Allura yelled. "Umm, Diallo, excuse us, we need a roommate's pow-wow."

Really? Why? I wanted to hang with Diallo and do girlfriend things. Hold hands with him and just stare into his eyes. Smile at him, maybe get a hug or two.

What world was I living in? I think I needed my friends' help.

"Alright, y'all chat, whatever. Rave, you want me to holla at you later?"

"Yeah, sure...sorry," I said, walking him to the door. "Thanks for my drink and breakfast."

"It was nothing."

He left, I closed the door and turned to my roomies.

"Girlllll, you and that fine ass man! Details! Tell me he can kiss like his sister!" Allura said.

I opened my mouth to say something but saying something would mean telling them I kissed Gay and that I had not kissed Diallo yet. I silently walked to the couch and sat, grabbing my coffee and taking a sip.

"Ummm, say something," Twyla said.

"He asked me to be his girlfriend yesterday, I said yes. There isn't much else to say."

"God!" Twyla said. "I've been trying to link up with him since I moved in here on day one."

"What? Me too!" Allura said.

"You have?" See, this is why I should have talked more with my roommates. They had crushes on him too? My boyfriend?

"Every girl on this floor probably has...well, and several girls in the whole school. He is all that. Why else do you think I went to those boring ABC meetings? To hear him talk."

"They are not boring and...didn't you and his sister-"

"I told you that was nothing. Just exploring while in college."

"But now you and Johnathon-"

"Yes, I am back with my ex, but if Diallo would have said the word-"

"Twyla, you too? What about Donnell?"

"What about him? We've hooked up a couple of times."

"You know he doesn't believe in relationships, or dating, just smashing and dashing," I said to her.

"So do I," she said, giving me a wicked grin. "So do I!"

"Have you and Diallo already...done things?"

"What?" I jumped up, nearly spilling my drink. "I just told you he asked me yesterday to be his girlfriend. Why would I-"

"Because you could have been linking up with him all this time. How do we know."

I sat back down, grabbed my Danish out of the bag, and took a bite. At least my friends back home knew me better than this and knew I did not sleep around. I was not ashamed of the fact that I was still a virgin, in fact, I needed to simply be honest with them.

"I've never had sex and I am not planning on having sex anytime soon."

They both said nothing, looking at me in disbelief. I went on my merry way, eating my Danish and sipping my drink.

"Hold up, wait. You pull a guy like Diallo, but you're not planning on sleeping with him?"

"I did not say that!" There were layers to this. Yes, I was a virgin but my plan was not to wait for marriage or anything. I wanted to wait till I was with a guy that deserved it. Hopefully, a guy that would be the one. Maybe I should date more. See what was out there. Or maybe the first guy I ever cared about would be my happily ever after.

I had to explain it to them so they understood. "I want to wait for the right guy, at the right time, and have everything be perfect. Hopefully, he is the guy that I spend the rest of my life with."

"So you're saying, marry the first guy you have sex with?" Twyla asked.

I groaned. "No. But I don't want to have sex with multiple guys to find the right guy for me. I want to develop a relationship that doesn't need all that."

"That's right, you're scared to get pregnant. Get on birth control. Trust me, it's a lifesaver," Allura said.

"She's right."

"It's not just about that." Although that was a big part of it. She had gone a lot further in her life without making a baby than her mother or father, and she wanted to go even further before an unplanned pregnancy. She wanted to have fun, live her life, start her career, then focus on all of that. Like Angel. She was thirty-something when she met my father, older than him, with no kids. She stacked her money and now she built her family. What was wrong with doing things that way?

"Look, I am not saying how you guys go at relationships is bad. In fact, it's very cool...I mean, women can do whatever men can do. Boys get to sleep around and are seen as cool, and you know what they call women that do the same. That is not fair."

"That way of thinking is so Boomer!" Twyla said. "I thought they were all hippie and free love, but they are so old-fashioned."

"No, they just did their stuff in the closet. Kept the LGBTQ in the closet, kept the ladies that slept around in the closet, kept their free will in the closet," Allura said. "There are still old sixty-something-closeted people, who can never live their lives as who they are because of biases."

"Guys, I have not kissed a boy yet," I told them.

"OMG! You have to go kiss Diallo! Please!" Twyla said.

"Yes. And then tell us."

"I don't kiss and tell," I said with a smile. "But I want to kiss him too. I told him I wanted to take things slow, but there is nothing wrong with kissing."

"Nothing at all," Allura said, giving me a high five.

"Aaw, our little roommate has caught the catch of the year," Twyla said, hugging me.

Had I? Was I that lucky?

A/N: Hmm, some interesting tidbits in this chapter. Diallo is hot property on campus. Her roommates are into him as well. You know me, I have to make it messy.