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Synopsis: The Juke joint has been the talk of the town, every night filled with people from all walks of life. Smoke watched them come and go, never caring too much to hear anyoneâs story. That was until she started coming in. Every night sheâd show up, dance until Pearlineâs voice was horse and then disappear like she never existed. Smoke watched her and for the first time in a long time, he wanted to do more than just that.
Characters: Elijah X Annie
Warnings: Switch Smoke and Annie, Teasing, Degrading, Obsession, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Smut (Oral)
MINORS DNI
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The juke joint was alive with the sounds of jazz. The walls whispered secrets of the sins hidden behind them, the floors moaned at the feel of heels and worn out boots. The lights were dim and the air was painted of dark liquor and beer.
Bodies on top of bodies all covered in sweat, roamed around the place like they owned it.
Regulars.
They were there every weekend. Different clothes but same ole shoes.
Cornbread stood by the door, some nights heâd take his job too seriously, other nights heâd play around too much for Smokeâs liking.
But every night he showed up, cheesing wide like heâs already gotten paid.
Stackâs wicked smile greeted those who dared go near him. Smoke wouldnât even bother sparing anyone a glance.
Complete opposites and yet one and the same.
The nights were long but the days were longer. The twins spent most of their time cleaning up the aftermath of a successful weekend.
Then before you knew it, it was time to do it all over again.
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She showed up on a random Friday. A night Pearline had finally agreed to sing.
Her dress clung to the silk of her skin tightly but loose enough to flow with the movement of her hips.
Smoke usually wasnât on the floor. He didnât hang around the bar like Stack. Most of the time heâd be tucked away in a corner, eyes watching for anything he didnât like. Cigarette in one hand, liquor in the other.
He was used to the women, the way they came with less and less clothing in hopes to catch their attention. Stack always took the bait but he never did. Didnât care to.
But she
She made something deep within him stir. The second his eyes landed on her, his spine straightened. His body hummed in a way that felt like it was calling out to her.
He watched the way she moved like water. Eyes closed and lips spread in a barely there smile. She didnât notice him, not even a little bit. But she also didnât notice the 30 other men who suddenly forgot how to look away from the way she dipped low to match Pearlineâs voice.
âYo Smoke, you remember Beatrice? Yo why she offered to suck my-â Stack cut himself off when he noticed Smoke hadnât registered a thing he said, or even the fact that he was standing there. He followed his line of sight and smirked once he saw Annie moving like she ainât have a care in the world.
He whistled low. âA beauty, ainât she? Seen her the moment she stepped in.â
Smoke raised an eyebrow, the forgotten cigarette now burning in between his lips. âMhmmmâ
Stack placed an arm around his brotherâs shoulder. âYou should go talk to her before these other niggas in here try to tear her up.â
âAnd why should I?â Smoke hadnât taken his eyes off of her. Not even to bother to look at Stack who had a shit eating grin on his face.
âCause you looking at her like she damn near God herself. I ainât never seen your eyes this bright and alert.â Stack chuckled and Smoke shook his head.
âShut up.â Was the last thing he said before walking away and heading to his office.
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The next day she was there too. Pearlineâs voice rang loud enough to disturb those who didnât want to be disturbed.
The Juke Joint was alive that night. More people than usual, damn near packed up like sardines. Stack ran around, removing chairs and moving tables to make space for the people to move around. Smoke helped take orders behind the bar.
He barely spoke, just poured the drinks, took the money and moved to someone else.
But then she stepped up. Head full of thick curls shaped into an updo, brown dress that barely kissed her knees and black heels that adorned her feet.
âGood evening, mind if I try one of them Irish beers I keep hearing about?â
Her voice was smooth as butter, tickling his ears and warming parts of him that had long gone cold. âSure thing.â
Two simple words and yet to him, they held weight. It meant he spoke to her.
âYou one of em twins that owns this place?â He grabbed the bottle of beer, opened the cap and hesitated. To any other customer, heâd just hand it off and keep it pushing but he wanted to keep her longer and so he reached for a cup.
âWhy? Do I look like it?â She giggled, warm and gentle.
âSure do. You and the other one are damn near identical but I can tell the difference.â Smoke passed her the cup, fingers lightly brushing hers.
Annie held his stare and let her hands linger longer than need be.
âOh yeah? Tell me then. Whatâs the difference?â Smoke leaned forward, closing a bit of the distance that had been set between the two of them. Annie could smell his cologne, the scent of cigarette smoke and dark, heavy liquor.
Her heart skipped a beat, so she took a sip of the beer to gain her composure.
âThe other one talk like his mouth and ass donât know the difference. Wears a smirk on his face like itâs paying rent and makes his presence known everywhere he goes like itâs his God given rightâŠâ
Smoke nodded, lips twitching in a way that almost seemed like a smile. âMhmm and what about me?â
Annie smiled softly, she placed her elbows on the bar and rested her head on her hands. âYou somethin else. You a lot heavier than he is. Darker in a way no one should be. You donât care to be seen but your presence is loud despite how quiet you try to be. You serious. I can see it all in your eyesâŠâ
Smokeâs jaw clenched, he tried to keep his composure and not let it be shown how much her words affected him. But Annie saw right through him.
âYou easier to spot than he is. I see you.â Was all she said before she grabbed her cup and walked away.
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Smoke would lay at night with his head in the clouds, filled with thoughts of a woman who dared to see him bare.
He spent hours thinking of her, dreaming about her and wanting nothing more than to feel her against his skin.
Smoke started looking forward to nights at the Juke, more often than he did before.
Heâd volunteer to work at the bar just to get to talk to her. She left him speechless every time.
He didnât know what was driving him to the point of obsession. Maybe it was the way she didnât try to be soft and dainty around him or the way she spoke like sheâs known him for years.
Or maybe it was the way her thighs parted underneath the dresses she wore or the way her back glistened with heat from her dancing.
Maybe it was the way he kept dreaming of how sheâd taste, how sheâd sound moaning his name.
Not Smoke. Elijah.
It had gotten to the point where he couldnât even think straight without Annie curving his thoughts.
Heâd never crave anyone as much as he did her. Everyone saw it. Stack, Pearline, Preacher boy and even Cornbread. They saw the way he practically drooled when she walked by.
Saw the way heâd ignore the whole world just to talk to her or the way he wouldnât say a word to anyone until she spoke to him.
No one teased him for it. They didnât even mention it. Just let it play out the way itâs supposed to.
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âYou been eyeing me all night, Smoke. You gon come dance with me?â Annie stood by the bar, cup of beer in one hand, the other tapping against her thigh to the beat of the music. Her dark blue silk dress clung to her body in a way that should be deemed sinful.
Smoke hadnât dared look away from her since the moment she stepped in.
âI donât dance.â His voice was low, thick with lust and need for the woman who didnât know the power she held over him.
Or maybe she did.
âSo you gon let me go out there and dance by myself?â She turns her head to look at him. Cigarette dangling from between his plush lips and a bottle in his hands.
When he didnât respond, Annie raised an eyebrow along with a sly smirk. She placed her cup on the bar table and walked to the dance floor. Smoke watched her carefully, zeroing in on every move she made.
Annieâs hands slowly move up her body, her hips move side to side like sensually was written in the dictionary just for her. Her skin glistened against the low lights. The music did everything to compete for the attention of the crowd but she was the clear winner.
Her eyes turn to look at him. His jaw was tight and his knuckles were practically white from the way he gripped the bottle. She could see the bulge in his pants forming by the second.
She let out a small giggle, turning her back to him and letting him catch the way her ass was practically begging to be let out of that dress.
âMind if I dance with you, gorgeous?â The man stood tall against her frame, not taller than Smoke but still had some height to him. His button down shirt had been opened enough to where she could see his chest and the start of his stomach. His pants were loose and wide.
âI donât mind at all.â She grabbed his extended hand, lowering it so that it sat low on her waist and then let him pull her closer to him. âYou better make it worth it cause Iâm sure we wonât be here for long.â
The man chuckled and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. The two swayed side to side, bodies close like they were trying to make themselves fit together. âWhy you say that?â
Before Annie could respond, the man was practically ripped from her arms and damn near flung halfway across the room. Stack immediately got up from seat, assessed the situation and dapped Smoke up before grabbing the random man and kicking him out.
Smoke wrapped his arms around Annieâs waist, pulling her flush against him. Her arms went around his neck as she laughed lowly under her breath. âThought you didnât dance.â
âI donât.â Yet their bodies moved in sync to the music that didnât miss a beat despite the commotion.
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The silence of Smokeâs office felt heavier than the weight of the loud noise. She sat on top of his desk, thick legs crossed and dark brown eyes piercing at the man who stood far away from her.
âI donât bite, you know.â
âNever said you did.â
âSo why you so far from me?â
âThat bothering you?â
âYes. Makes me feel like you scared of me.â She smiled, sweetly. âAre you scared of me⊠Elijah?â
His breath stuttered and his slacks suddenly felt tighter. Smoke cleared his throat before shaking his head. âAinât scared of you.â
âOh yeah? Then come here. Prove it to me. Show me you ainât scared.â Smoke watched her, watched the way her smile hadnât dropped, the way her eyes darkened in a way that should be dangerous and the way her legs uncrossed, almost like an invitation.
He stepped forward, slowly. Getting close enough to be at arms reach.
âCloser, baby. Come here.â His body followed before he could command it to. He stood in between her separated legs, hands landing on her warm thighs. âGood boy.â Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him down so that their lips were a whisper away. âYou wanna kiss me?â
Smoke nodded, his heart thumping against his chest and his dick begging to be freed from its confinements.
âLet me hear you say it. Tell me you wanna kiss me.â
âI wanna kiss you.â He moved closer but Annie pulled back, placing a finger to his lips.
âBeg.â
âPlease? I want to kiss you.â Heâd never been the type to beg for anything or anyone. Smoke would rather be shot dead than to be this vulnerable. But Annie brought out a different side of him, a side he wasnât afraid to let her see.
Their lips meet in a feverish kiss. All teeth clashing and tongue sucking.
His hands move down to grip her ass causing a moan to slip past Annieâs bruising lips. Smoke moves, his lips now tasting her skin, all the way to the top of her breast.
He pulls the bottom of her dress up like a kid opening a gift on Christmas Day.
His knees touch the floor before his mind could even register what was happening.
âAh ah.â Annie placed the tip of her bare foot to his forehead. âWhat you think you doing?â
Smoke lowly groaned, his hands twitched at his sides. âI want to taste you.â
Annie smirked with a tilt of her head. âYou think you deserve to taste me?â
âYesâ He answered too quickly. âYes maâam.â
âI donât think so. I havenât heard you beg yet.â
âCan I taste your pussy, please? Iâ I need it.â Smoke was slowly breaking. He was letting her do and treat him any kind of way because thatâs exactly what he wanted. His mind had long been made up on how he felt towards Annie. The man knew she was gonna be his woman from the moment he laid eyes on her.
He was exactly where he wanted to be.
âYou need it, huh?â His eyes stared up at her. âLook at you. On your knees, begging to eat my pussy. Youâre so pathetic, Elijah.â Her voice was soft but firm.
âPlease?â His chest tightened with a want that was unexplainable. He could feel himself leaking through his pants, his dick rock solid and aching.
Smoke grabbed one of her legs and started placing kisses up her calf and towards her thighs. âPlease? I just need to taste you.â
He moved to the other leg, making sure she felt the softness of his lips on her skin. âPlease?â
Annie bit her lip, hiding the smile that threatened to let loose. âJust cause you asked so nicely.â
Within a blink of an eye, her thong was ripped from her body and thrown somewhere in the midst of furniture and files. His hands separated her legs further, getting a good look at the wet mound that was waiting just for him.
He moaned at the sight before digging his head in between her heavy thighs. His tongue flattened against her clit before circling around her folds and licking her entrance.
Annie gasped, her hands gripped his hair to try and keep some type of composure.
Smoke looked up at her while his tongue swirled around her enlarged clit. He watched the way her eyes narrowed and her mouth dropped open. Felt the way she gripped his hair tighter at the feel of him licking right where she needed it.
âSâSmokeâ Annieâs back arched as her moans filled the air.
âMm mm. Donât call me that.â Smoke groaned, lowering his hand and using two fingers to rub her tight hole.
Annie whimpered at the feel of him stretching her. âFuck!â Her head dropped backwards and her legs trembled. âDonât stop. Youâre doing so good, baby. Yes. Make me cum.â
Smoke thrusted his fingers in and out of her, making sure to dig deep enough to hit that sweet spot. His mouth hadnât left her clit, kept playing around with it while he watched her squirm on top of him. âSay my name, mama.â
Annieâs eyes squeezed shut at the feel of her orgasm slowly building. âSâSmokeâŠ. Please.â
He smirked, watching her get closer and closer to falling apart. âTry again.â Smoke pulled back, his lips stayed close to her nub, teasing her, while his fingers pressed deeper into her.
Annie cried out, her whole body shook and her stomach tightened. She was right there. Right on the verge.
âPleaseeeee. Fuck!â Smoke placed a kiss on her thigh, then to her fat lips that were coated in her juice. His fingers were white with her cream and his face was soaked.
âI said try again.â
She gripped his hair and pulled his face back to her needy pussy. His mouth immediately opening up and swallowing her like it was his last meal. âElijaaahhhhh!â She yelled, body bending from pleasure.
âMhmmâ He moaned against her and that was all it took for Annie to snap. Her juices sprayed out of her like a fountain.
âElijah, Elijah, Elijahâ Oh my God.â She repeated his name like a prayer. He stayed put, helping her ride out her orgasm and drinking every last drop of her essence.
Her body dropped down onto the desk, her legs still shook and her breathing hadnât calmed down. She felt him kiss up her thighs, towards her neck and the finally planting a wet kiss onto her lips.
She pulled him closer, wanting to feel the weight of him on top of her.
They stayed like that for what felt like ages. Sharing kisses and looks that felt more like love than lust.
âYou coming home with me?â He murmured against her lips before pecking them.
Annie giggled and smiled. âI got a choice?â
âNoâ
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AMERICAN DREAM soldier!smoke x virginteacher!annie
NINE.2: Try A Little Tenderness previous next
cw: none summary: the military does a lot to a man. for smoke it gives him dreams. dreams of a woman heâs never met a day in his life. all he knows is the sweet sound of her voice and the outline of her body. itâs like his soul is crying for her, but he doesnât even know where to start looking. notes: part 2 of chapter nine!
AMERICAN DREAM soldier!smoke x virginteacher!annie
NINE.1: All You Gotta Do Is Try A Little Tenderness previous next
cw: none summary: the military does a lot to a man. for smoke it gives him dreams. dreams of a woman heâs never met a day in his life. all he knows is the sweet sound of her voice and the outline of her body. itâs like his soul is crying for her, but he doesnât even know where to start looking.
notes: i'm so sorry for taking this long on this update. work was getting me bad. anyways, i went back last chapter so i can remember what age i made annie because for some reason it's not in my notes. so erm when ray said she was 26 last chapter let's just say that it was because he was getting a headstart on saying her age. anyways, on to the story!
I just love this fic, and I love themđ„č. Smiling the entire time as I read!
âItâs my birthdayâ exactly Miss Annie!đ€Ł
like if itâs any day she can be spoiled on itâs that day. cause yeah where you going on my birthday???

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"WILLIE GET UP!" You screamed out while Eddie and Celie held you back.
"Y/N no! You promised not to jump in!" Eddie yelled at you.
"But he's not fightin' fair! Willie get up!" You cried out.
You're probably wondering what's happening right now and why Willie is on the ground unconscious. Well, let's rewind to two days ago.
AMERICAN DREAM soldier!smoke x virginteacher!annie
NINE.2: Try A Little Tenderness previous next
cw: none summary: the military does a lot to a man. for smoke it gives him dreams. dreams of a woman heâs never met a day in his life. all he knows is the sweet sound of her voice and the outline of her body. itâs like his soul is crying for her, but he doesnât even know where to start looking. notes: part 2 of chapter nine!
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AMERICAN DREAM soldier!smoke x virginteacher!annie
NINE.1: All You Gotta Do Is Try A Little Tenderness previous next
cw: none summary: the military does a lot to a man. for smoke it gives him dreams. dreams of a woman heâs never met a day in his life. all he knows is the sweet sound of her voice and the outline of her body. itâs like his soul is crying for her, but he doesnât even know where to start looking.
notes: i'm so sorry for taking this long on this update. work was getting me bad. anyways, i went back last chapter so i can remember what age i made annie because for some reason it's not in my notes. so erm when ray said she was 26 last chapter let's just say that it was because he was getting a headstart on saying her age. anyways, on to the story!

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Chapter 3 (pt.1)
âAge ainât nothin but a numberâ
Itâs Monday afternoon.
The hallway is packed as students pour toward the cafeteria for lunch.
Lockers slam. People yell across the hall.
Annie is walking with her backpack hanging from one shoulder when suddenly an arm wraps around her shoulders.
She jumps.
Then looks over. Kevion.
âSup, girl?â
Annie immediately rolls her eyes.
Kevion busts out laughing. âDonât be like that.â
âI should hit you.â
âWhy?â
Annie stops walking and looks at him.
âWhy? You know why.â
Kevion grins. âI ainât have shit to do with that.â
âYou did! You hooked me up with him.â
Kevion laughs harder.
âI ainât know he was gonâ do no shit like that.â
âMm-hmm.â
âIâm serious!â
He holds his hand up. âI told him how fucked up he was.â
Annie tries not to smile.
She really likes Kevion.
Heâs one of those people whoâs impossible to stay mad at.
Theyâve been cool for years.
He jokes too much. Talks too much.
Knows everybody.
And somehow always manages to get her laughing.
Just then they walk past Ryan.
Heâs standing with his friends.
The second he sees Kevionâs arm around Annieâs shoulders, his face hardens.
He glares. Hard.
Annie notices. Then Kevion notices.
The two look at each other.
And immediately start laughing.
âOh my God,â Annie says. âHe mad as hell.â
Kevion is cracking up. âHe over there lookinâ like he wanna fight and shit.â
Annie shakes her head. âDonât hook me up with nobody else.â
Kevion looks offended. âWhy? You donât trust my judgment now?â
Annie sucks her teeth. âHell nah.â
Kevion laughs so hard he bends over.
âDamn. It ainât even gotta be like that.â
âIt is exactly like that.â
Still laughing, he gives her shoulders one last squeeze before letting her go.
They make it into the cafeteria and split up.
The lunchroom is loud as always.
Chairs scrape against the floor.
Girls are screaming over something.
The smell of spicy chicken sandwiches and fries fills the air.
Annie spots her friends and sits down.
Immediately, Devin smirks. âAwww.â
Annie already knows. âWhat?â
âYâall so cute.â
Annie frowns. âWho?â
âYou and Kevion.â
Annie almost chokes. âEw. No.â
Devin laughs. âYou shouldâve been with his fine ass instead.â
Annie shakes her head. âNo.â
Ebony laughs. âYou just be letting all the fine ones get away.â
Rhonda suddenly sits up. âOh!â
Everybody looks at her.
âSpeaking of Annie letting fine niggas get awayâŠâ
Annie groans. âNo.â
âYes.âRhonda grins. âWe went to the Landing Saturday.â
The girls immediately lean in.
âAnd this fine ass niggaââ
Annie covers her face. âRhonda.â
âIâm serious.â
She looks around the table dramatically.
âI mean this nigga was way more than fine.â
Now she has everybodyâs attention.
âHe had this green and white Rocawear polo on, baggy jean shorts, fresh white Forces, a Boston fitted, diamond earringsâŠâ
She starts counting on her fingers.
âA Rolex.â âA chain.â âGolds.â
âAnd money.â
She emphasizes the last part.
âA lot of money.â
Annie starts laughing.
Rhonda isnât done. âHe pulled out this huge wad of cash out his wallet like it wasnât nothing.â
Devinâs eyes are huge. âOh my God.â
âNo, seriously.â
Rhonda points at Annie. âHe was staring at her the whole damn time.â
Annie hides her face again.
âHe bought our popcorn at Topsyâs.â
âWhat?â Ebony says.
âAnd gave us a ride back out south.â
âWhat?!â Devin says louder.
âAnd thenâŠâ
Rhonda pauses for effect. âHe gave Annie a hundred-dollar bill.â
Everybody freezes.
âA hundred dollars?!â Devin practically screams.
Annie starts laughing. âYes.â
Rhonda grins. âAnd his number was on the back.â
The entire table erupts. âWHAT?!â
âGirl!â
âOh my God!â
Devin is losing her mind. âAnnie! Have you called him?!â
Annie shakes her head. âNo.â
The whole table goes quiet.
Rhonda blinks. âWhy not?â
Annie shrugs. âCause Iâm nervous.â
Devin falls back dramatically. âYo scary ass.â
Rhonda looks genuinely confused.
âIf you donât call him, itâs gonna be real awkward when you go to work.â
Ebonyâs head snaps toward Annie. âSay what?â
Annie nods. âYeah.â
âYou work with him?!â
âMhmm.â
Ebonyâs mouth falls open. âGirl.â
âHeâs a cook.â
âGirl!â
Everybody starts laughing.
Rhonda looks at her. âWhat you nervous for?â
Annie sighs. âCause heâs older for one.â
âOkay?â
âAnd I ainât never had an older man.â
âSo? Age ainât nothing but a number.â
âI ainât never had a nigga that fine.â
The girls bust out laughing.
âIâm serious!â
She covers her face. âWhat if I fumble my words? What if my mind goes blank? What if I donât know what to say?â
Devin shakes her head. âAnnie.â
âWhat?â
âYou thinking too much.â
âIâm not.â
âYes, you are.â
Devin points at her.
âGet out your head. He obviously interested.â
Rhonda nods. âMhmm.â
âHe bought yâall popcorn.â
âMhmm.â
âHe gave you a hundred dollars.â
âMhmm.â
Devin shakes her head. âYou shouldâve called that nigga the same day.â
Rhonda agrees. âImmediately.â
She sits up. âCause that nigga is too fine.â
The table busts out laughing again.
âI wouldâve called him as soon as I got home.â
Annie laughs. âI know you wouldâve.â
âAbsolutely.â
Then Rhonda thinks for a second. âOoh.â
âWhat?â
âWhy donât you write him a letter first?â
Annie blinks.âHuh?â
âStart the conversation off that way.â
She shrugs. âThen maybe you can ease into talking to him on the phone.â
Annieâs eyes widen. âThat might work.â
âIt would.â
Annie immediately looks nervous again.
âBut Iâm scared to hand it to him.â
Devin jumps in. âHe drives, right?â
Annie nods. âOkay.â
Devin shrugs. âStick it on his windshield.â
Rhonda nods. âThatâs actually smart.â
âOr on his driverâs side window,â Devin says.
Annie thinks about it. âIâll think about it.â
Ebony suddenly shakes her head. âSo damnâŠâ
Everyone looks at her.
âSo itâs really fuck Ryan then.â
Rhonda turns slowly. âDo you want Ryan or something?â
Ebony starts laughing.
ââCause you really advocating for him.â
âShut up, Rhonda.â
âIâm serious.â
âI just loved them together.â
Devin waves her hand. âFuck Ryan.â
Everybody laughs.
âAnywayâŠâ
She looks at Annie. âWhatâs the dudeâs name?â
Annie smiles a little. âItâs Smoke.â
The entire table erupts.
âNo!â
âAinât no way!â
âHis name Smoke?!â
Devin laughs the hardest. âI like that.â
Annie laughs too. Then she looks at Rhonda.
âHave you talked to his friend yet?â
âOf course.â Rhonda grins. âWe tryna meet up soon.â
Devinâs eyes widen. âWait.â She points. âHe had a friend with him?â
Rhonda smiles. âYes and he fine as hell too.â
Devin sits up straighter. âOh?â
âMhmm.â She grins. âMe and Annie gonâ double date.â
âAye!â Devin points at her. âAsk him if he got any more fine ass friends.â
The whole table busts out laughing.
Rhonda shrugs. âI guess.â
Annie just shakes her head.
Her friends are crazy.
But as they continue talking, her mind drifts. To a pair of brown eyes. A deep voice.
And a hundred dollar bill folded neatly inside her purse.
A smile slowly spreads across her face.
And she doesnât even realize sheâs smiling until Rhonda catches her.
âThere she go.â
Annie blinks. âWhat?â
âYou thinking about him.â
âNo, Iâm not.â
âYes, you are.â
The whole table starts laughing.
And Annie canât stop herself from laughing too.
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Down in the city, Smoke is at home.
Heâs standing in front of his bathroom mirror, fastening his watch around his wrist. He just got dressed.
He runs a hand over his beard one last time.
Then he hears knocking. Three quick knocks. He already knows who it is.
Smoke opens the door.
Tobias walks in. âFinally. Damn.â
Smoke steps aside. âYou act like I had you waitinâ all day.â
âNigga you did. I been tryna get out.â
Tobias laughs as he walks into the living room.
Smoke shuts the door behind him.
Then drops onto the couch.
Tobias sits in the recliner.
Then he grins. âSoâŠâ
Smoke already knows. âNo.â
Tobias starts laughing. âI ainât even ask shit yet.â
âI know what you about to ask.â
Tobias leans back. âAight then.â He pauses. âThe girl at the mall.â
Smoke sighs. âWhat about her?â
âThere we go.â
âWhat?â
âYou already sound irritated.â
âIâm not irritated.â
âMhmm.â
Tobias smirks. âWhatâs her name?â
Smoke looks at the television. âWhy?â
ââCause I asked.â
Smoke sighs. âAnnie.â
âAnnie.â Tobias nods. âPretty name.â
Smoke says nothing.
Tobias studies him. âSoâŠâ
Smoke cuts his eyes. âSo?â
âYou called her?â
Smoke gives him a look.
Tobias laughs. âAight. Did she call you?â
Silence.
Tobias sits up. âOh.â
Smoke looks away.
âOhhhhh.â
âShut up.â
âNigga, she ainât called you?â
Smoke sucks his teeth. âNah.â
âHow long itâs been?â
âSince Saturday nigga. I wrote my number on the hundred dollar bill I gave her.â
Tobias laughs âAnd she still ainât called?â
Smokeâs jaw flexes. âNo.â
Tobias starts grinning. âThis shit botherinâ you.â
âIt ainât botherinâ me.â
âIt definitely is.â
Smoke huffs. âI donât care.â
âThen why yo face like that?â
Smoke cuts his eyes at him.
Tobias laughs. âOh shitâ He points at him. âYou really like this girl.â
âMan, stop.â
âIâm serious.â
âI donât even know her.â
âBut you want to.â
Smoke goes quiet.
BecauseâŠYeah. He does.
More than he probably should.
Tobias sees the silence and starts grinning again. âNigga.â
Smoke shakes his head. âI donât know.â
âWhat donât you know?â
Smoke sighs. âI donât know what her deal is.â
Tobias looks confused. âWhat you mean?â
âI canât tell if she scaredâŠâ He pauses.
âOr if she just donât wanna fuck wit me.â
Tobias blinks. âWhat?â
âIâm serious.â He leans back. âI donât know.â
Tobias stares at him. âThat girl definitely wanna fuck wit you.â
âHow you know?â
âNigga, because I got eyes.â
Smoke says nothing.
âShe was lookinâ at you.â
âI know.â
âShe was smiling.â
Smoke rubs his jaw. âI know.â
âAnd she kept looking at you.â
âI know.â
âAnd she let you hold her hand for about thirty minutes nigga.â
Smoke laughs despite himself. âIt wasnât thirty minutes.â
âIt felt like it.â
Smoke shakes his head.
A small smile almost appears.
Then disappears. âI donât know.â
Tobias is genuinely confused now.
âNigga, what happened to you?â
âWhat?â
âYou ainât never overthink women.â
âI ainât overthinking.â
âYes you are.â
Tobias points at him. âYou done analyzed every smile this girl gave you.â
Smoke starts laughing. âNah I havenâtâ
âYou have.â
Smoke shakes his head.
Tobias keeps going. âUsually you already know what it is.â
Because he did. Women had always been easy. Most of the girls from his neighborhood were straightforward. If they liked youâŠYou knew.
They flirted. They called. They pulled up.
Some damn near told you outright.
It had always come easy. Too easy.
He never really had to pursue. Never had to wonder. Never had to question whether a woman wanted him.
Yet here he was. Thinking about one girl.
A girl heâd barely spoken to.
A girl who smiled at him like she liked him.
Looked at him like she liked him.
Got nervous around him. Yet still hadnât called.
And for some reasonâŠ
That shit had him completely thrown off.
âI donât know what the next move is.â
The words come out before he can stop them.
Tobias just stares. Then busts out laughing.
Smoke frowns. â Nigga Whatâs funny?â
âYou.â
âHow?â
âThis nigga said he donât know the next move.â
Tobias laughs even harder. âI ainât never heard you say no shit like this.â
âMan, shut the fuck up.â
âNah.â He wipes his eyes. âYou really donât know what to do.â
Smoke doesnât answer.
BecauseâŠHe really doesnât.
Tobias settles down.
Then shrugs.âMaybe she shy.â
Smoke thinks about it.
The way sheâd looked away.
The way sheâd gotten flustered.
The way she could barely get a sentence out around him.
âOr maybe she really scared.â
âScared of what?â
âYou.â
Smoke snorts. âMaybe.â
âIâm serious.â
He points at him. âYou donât know what you look like?â
Smoke laughs. âShut up.â
âNigga, you wear baggy clothes, got golds in yo mouth, money, jewelry, and you be starinâ at her. You look like a thug ass nigga from the city and she from out south.â
âI donât be starinâ
âYou really do.â
Smoke starts laughing.
âYou be lookinâ at that girl like she the only person in the room.â He pauses. âIâd be nervous too.â
Smoke goes quiet.
BecauseâŠhe does stare and maybe he does come off intimidating.
The room gets silent.
Finally Tobias grins. âGive it another day.â
Smoke looks at him. âIf she donât callâŠâ
He shrugs. âThen talk to her at work.â
Smoke thinks about that.
Then slowly nods. Because heâs tired of wondering.
And one thing he knows for sureâŠ
He definitely wants to know Annie.
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Later that night, Annie is stretched across her bed on her stomach.
The overhead light is off.
Only her bedside lamp is on, casting a warm glow across her room.
A soft breeze slips through her cracked window, causing the curtains to sway gently. The house is quiet. Everyone is either asleep or winding down for the night.
Annie twirls a pen between her fingers.
Then taps it against her chin.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her notebook lies open in front of her.
At the top of the page sheâs already written:
Dear Elijah,
She smiles. It still feels strange calling him that.
Elijah. Not Smoke.
Her eyes drift to the hundred-dollar bill tucked safely inside her notebook.
She still canât believe he gave her money. For the second time.
She runs her fingers across the paper. Thinking.
About his style. His sleepy eyes. His voice.
Next time, try the cinnamon.
Her stomach does that little flip again.
Annie flops her head onto her folded arms and groans into her pillow.
Why does he make her so nervous? She doesnât even know this man.
Barely knows anything about him. But she wants to.
Annie has always loved words. Loved writing.
She writes when sheâs happy. Writes when sheâs sad.
Writes when sheâs confused.
Being on the school newspaper only made her love it more.
One day she wants to go to college for journalism.
Maybe become an editor for a magazine.
Or a newspaper. Something where she can tell stories.
Something where she can write.
And right now⊠She has a story sitting in her thoughts.
A man with sleepy brown eyes and golds in his mouth.
She taps her pen against her chin again.
Then suddenly smiles.
A poem. Thatâs what sheâll write.
She sits up a little and begins scribbling.
The words flow easier than she thought they would.
Dear Elijah, 09/18/2004
Iâm writing this because Iâm intrigued.
Beneath that tough exterior, whatâs on the interior?
I always notice how you move with purpose and precision,
So tell me, what you want with me, tell me whatâs your vision?
Tell me what moves you.
Tell me what soothes you.
Tell me where youâve been and how far you want to go.
And tell me if youâre genuine or just putting on a show.
Are you really serious, or do you tend to play games?
And can you tell me the meaning behind your nickname?
Whatâs your motive? Why do you always stare?
And why do you give me things? Is that your way of showing that you care?
Tell me your age.
Tell me what brings you joy and what sends you into a rage.
And if I asked, would you lay your heart out on a page?
Donât judge me⊠you make me feel shy.
I just need to knowâ
Are you really feeling me?
And if you areâŠ
Why?
Sincerely~ Me
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The next day at workâŠ
Smoke is restless. He knows exactly why.
The first thing he does after clocking in is walk over to the bulletin board to check the schedule.
He tells himself heâs making sure the kitchen is staffed properly.
But he knows better.
His eyes automatically search for one name. Annie. There it is.
Sheâs working tonight.
A strange mix of relief and anxiety settles in his chest.
He hasnât seen her since Saturday. She never called.
That bothers him more than heâd like to admit.
Heâd replayed that day in his head more times than he cared to count, trying to figure out what heâd done wrong.
Maybe he came on too strong.
Maybe she wasnât interested after all.
Maybe she lost his number.
Hell⊠maybe she was avoiding him.
He doesnât know.
He just knows he needs to figure out whatâs going on.
The problem is⊠He has no idea what heâs going to say.
Outside, Annie pulls up to the bus stop.
She exhales as she gets off the bus.
The folded poem sheâd written to Smoke rests in her pocket. She didnât get a chance to stop home after school. Newspaper staff had stayed late finishing the next issue.
Now sheâs rushing straight to work.
Her heart pounds against her ribs as she walks over to Smokeâs truck.
The parking lot is quiet.
She glances around to make sure no one is looking.
Then carefully slides the folded letter beneath his windshield wiper on the driverâs side.
She lingers for just a second. Thinking
I hope you read it.
Then she quickly turns and heads inside before she can lose her nerve.
The kitchen is alive with its usual rhythm.
Knives chopping. Fryers bubbling.
The steady hiss of food hitting the grill.
Servers weaving in and out with trays.
Smoke is plating an order when he feels it.
The atmosphere shifts.
He canât explain it. He justâŠFeels her.
His hands pause for half a second.
He slowly looks up.
Annie has just stepped through the back door.
She quietly walks over to the employee hooks and hangs up her jacket.
Smokeâs eyes immediately find her. His chest tightens.
She looks exactly the way she always does. Pretty. Calm. Focused.
Like she belongs wherever she stands.
Annie can feel someone watching her.
She already knows who it is.
The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
Her stomach flutters. She slowly turns around.
Their eyes meet. Just for a second.
Smoke immediately looks away and pretends to wipe down the counter.
Annie lowers her eyes too. Neither one of them says a word.
She simply grabs her server book and heads back onto the floor.
Smoke watches her disappear through the swinging doors.
She still ainât tried talked to me.
Nearly two hours pass. Business is unusually slow.
The few times Annie comes back into the kitchen to grab drinks or pick up foodâŠTheir eyes keep finding each other. Quick glances.
Neither one willing to hold eye contact for too long.
Itâs almost like theyâre daring each other to say something.
But neither of them does.
Out on the floorâŠAnnieâs phone vibrates. Mama. She sighs.
She glances around before slipping into the Cove.
The large banquet room is empty tonight.
Rows of neatly arranged tables sit quietly beneath the dim lights.
The room echoes just enough to make every word feel louder.
She answers. âHey, Mama.â
Smoke, meanwhile, has no tickets on the line.
He wipes his station down before deciding to step out onto the floor.
He hasnât seen Annie in a while.
A thought creeps into his head.
She avoiding me?
He checks the dining room. Nothing.
Then he heads toward the Cove.
As he reaches the entrance, he hears Annieâs voice.
He instinctively stops.
Sheâs facing away from him, too focused on the conversation to notice heâs there.
âI didnât have time to stop home, Mama. I had newspaper today.â
Smoke hears only Annieâs side.
Her shoulders slowly tense.
âMama⊠why canât Tyree or Mario cook?â
Another pause. âItâs time they learn. Theyâre twelve and fourteen. Theyâre old enough. Me and Ed were cooking at eight and ten years old.â
Her voice grows quieter. âIâm not gonna always be around anymore.â
Smokeâs brows slowly knit together.
âI know theyâre my siblingsâŠâ
She closes her eyes. ââŠbut me and Ed have to have a life too.â
Smokeâs expression changes.
Confusion gives way to concern.
He hears frustration. Exhaustion.
The kind that doesnât come from one bad day.
Annie sighs heavily. âI really donât understand why youâre mad at me.â
Another pause.
âTheyâre your kids, Mama⊠not mine.â
Smokeâs chest tightens.
âI do enough.â
Her voice cracks just slightly. âIâve done enough.â
She pinches the bridge of her nose. âI had to come to work.â
Another long silence.
ââŠFine.â
She exhales. âIâll talk to Daddy about it.â
The call ends.
Smoke quietly backs away before she can turn around.
He slips back into the kitchen unnoticed.
As he returns to the line, her words replay in his head. Theyâre your kids⊠not mine.
He understands that feeling more than most.
Being forced to grow up too soon.
Feeling responsible for people you didnât bring into the world.
Having to sacrifice pieces of your own childhood because somebody else couldnât carry their weight.
He knows that burden. He lived it.
His mind starts putting pieces together.
She mentioned newspaper.
Is she still in high school?
He frowns. Sheâd have to be.
You had to be eighteen to work at Red Lobster.
Which meantâŠShe was probably a senior.
That surprises him. Not because of her ageâŠ
But because of how she carries herself.
She speaks with maturity. Works hard.
Handles herself like someone much older.
Now heâs even more intrigued.
And unexpectedlyâŠProtective.
The swinging kitchen doors burst open.
Annie pushes through harder than she intended.
The frustration from the phone call still clings to her. Her jaw is tight.
Her brows drawn together. Sheâs trying not to cry.
Smoke looks up immediately.
Heâs never seen that expression on her face before. His chest aches.
Without saying a word, Annie walks over to the drink station.
The ice bin rattles open.
She grabs a cup harder than necessary.
The scoop scrapes against the ice.
Crunch. Ice tumbles into the cup.
She reaches for the soda nozzle.
Smoke watches for another second.
Then makes a decision.
He walks around the line and steps into the narrow galley beside her.
The space is small.
Annie smells him before she looks at him.
His clean cologne drifts toward her.
Warm. Woodsy. Comforting.
She instinctively turns her head just a little.
Smoke grabs an empty cup.
The metal scoop digs into the ice.
The sound echoes softly between them.
Neither one says anything at first.
Theyâre standing so close their shoulders are only inches apart.
Smoke glances sideways.
Annie keeps her eyes on her drink.
FinallyâŠ
He breaks the silence. âYou okay?â
His voice is low. Gentle.
The sound sends an unexpected chill down Annieâs spine.
She blinks. Looks around.
SurelyâŠHe isnât talking to her.
Smoke chuckles quietly. âYeah.â
He smiles just a little. âIâm talkinâ to you.â
Annie finally looks up.
Their eyes meet.
She wonders how he knew.
How he saw through the smile sheâd been wearing all night.
She forces a small nod. âMm-hmm.â
A moment passes. âIâm okay.â
Smoke studies her for just a second longer.
He knows sheâs lying.
But he also knows she doesnât know him well enough to tell him the truth.
So he doesnât press.
Instead, he says softly, âYou not.â
Another pause. âAnd itâs okay.â
His eyes stay on hers.
âJust know this too shall pass.â
Annie freezes.
Nobody has said anything that kind to her in a long time.
Her throat tightensâŠ. âThank you.â
Smoke nods once.
He fills his cup the rest of the way.
Then quietly steps around her.
He heads back toward the line.
He wanted to ask why she never called.
He wanted to know where they stood.
But after overhearing that phone callâŠ
None of it seemed important anymore.
Right nowâŠShe looked like she was carrying enough.
The end of the shift finally rolls around.
Smoke clocks out, says goodbye to a few coworkers, and heads toward the parking lot.
The night air is cool, carrying the scent of rain from somewhere in the distance.
He unlocks his truck and climbs inside.
The engine rumbles to life.
Just as heâs about to pull away, something catches his eye.
His brows knit together.
A folded piece of paper is tucked beneath his driverâs side windshield wiper.
His hand freezes on the gearshift.
ââŠThe hell?â
He cuts the truck back off.
Nobody leaves notes on peopleâs vehicles. Not unless they wanted to.
He climbs back out, instinctively scanning the parking lot.
A few employees are still walking to their cars.
Others are already pulling away.
Nothing seems out of the ordinary.
Slowly, he reaches beneath the windshield wiper and pulls the paper free. Itâs folded neatly.
On the front, written in careful handwriting, are four simple words.
To SmokeâŠ
From Me.
Smoke stares at it.
His mind immediately starts racing.
From me?
Who the hellâŠHe turns the note over in his hands. No other name.
No clue. JustâŠFrom Me.
He climbs back into his truck, closes the door, and rests the folded paper on the steering wheel.
For a second, heâs tempted to open it right there.
His fingers even start unfolding the edge.
Then he stops himself. âNah.â
He folds it back up.
Whatever it isâŠHe wants to read it somewhere quiet.
He tucks it carefully into his center console and pulls out of the parking lot.
The entire drive home⊠his mind refuses to let it go.
Who wrote it? His first thought is Annie. Then he immediately talks himself out of it.
She got my number.
If she wanted to talk to meâŠWhy wouldnât she just call?
He drums his fingers against the steering wheel.
Then another possibility crosses his mind.
One of them other girls. Heâd noticed the whispers. The lingering stares.
The way a couple of the servers giggled whenever he walked by.
They werenât exactly subtle. He never entertained it.
Never encouraged it. But he wasnât blind either.
Maybe one of them worked up enough courage to leave a note instead.
StillâŠThat didnât feel right.
Those girls werenât shy. If anything, they were bold.
The type to walk right up to him.
The type to flirt out loud.
Not leave anonymous letters.
His thoughts drift back to Annie.
She was different. Quiet. Reserved.
Almost painfully shy.
The kind of person who looked away whenever their eyes met.
The kind who smiled softly instead of loudly. The kind who seemed like sheâd rather write something than say it.
Smoke grips the steering wheel a little tighter. Please let it be her.
The thought catches him off guard.
He lets out a quiet laugh. âDamnâŠâ
He shakes his head.
He ainât never felt like this before.
Heâs never cared enough to actually pursue a woman.
Never sat around hoping somebody wrote him a letter.
Never spent an entire drive home thinking about one person.
Yet here he isâŠDoing exactly that.
When he finally pulls into the parking lot, the anticipation only grows stronger.
His truck idles for a moment before he shuts it off.
The folded letter is still sitting safely in the console. Waiting.
He grabs it before heading inside. His house is quiet.
He tosses his keys on the counter.
Takes a quick shower.
Changes into a T-shirt and basketball shorts.
But even thenâŠHis eyes keep drifting toward the folded paper lying on the kitchen table.
FinallyâŠHe sits down.
The house is silent except for the ticking clock on the wall.
He picks up the letter.
His heartbeat quickens.
SlowlyâŠHe unfolds it.
The faint scent of perfume rises from the paper.
Smoke pauses.
His eyes close for just a second.
He recognizes it immediately.
The same soft scent heâd caught every time Annie walked past him.
His stomach flips. He starts reading.
The first few lines pull him in immediately.
Then he reachesâwhy do you just stare?
A slow smile begins forming.
ThenâŠ
Why do you give me things? Is that how you show you care?
Smoke chuckles under his breath.
âYeahâŠâ
Now he knows. Without a doubt.
Itâs Annie. Sheâs the only one he ever catches himself staring at.
The only one heâs bought anything for.
The only woman at that restaurant whoâs been occupying his thoughts day and night.
By the time he reaches the end of the letter, the smile on his face is impossible to hide. A real smile. One that almost never appears.
He leans back in his chair. Relief washes over him.
All weekend heâd been driving himself crazy. Wondering why she hadnât called. Wondering if sheâd changed her mind. Wondering if heâd imagined the connection between them.
Now he finally understands.
She hadnât ignored him. She was justâŠShy.
Really shy. Probably the shyest woman heâd ever met.
His eyes drift back to the top of the page.
He reads the first few lines again.
This wasnât just a note.
Sheâd written him a whole damn poem.
Smoke smiles and slowly shakes his head.
âThatâs cute as hell.â
Of all the ways she couldâve respondedâŠ
She sat down and wrote. She actually took her time.
Thought about every question. Made it rhyme.
He runs his thumb lightly across the paper.
He can almost picture her sitting somewhere with her notebook, tapping her pen while she searched for the right words.
The thought makes him smile even wider.
Heâd never met a woman like her.
Most women wouldâve just picked up the phone and called.
Or flirted across the room.
Annie wrote poetry. And somehowâŠThat fit her perfectly.
It was thoughtful. Intentional. Quiet. Just like her.
âIâm gonâ have to work.â He mumbles
The realization doesnât discourage him. If anythingâŠIt excites him.
Sheâs worth getting to know.
Worth being patient with. Worth earning.
He looks down at her letter one more time.
Carefully folds it back along the creases. Then stands up.
He walks into his bedroom and rummages through a dresser drawer until he finds a spiral notebook and a pen.
He stares at the blank page.
Shakes his head with a grin. âDamnâŠâ âI ainât wrote a letter since school.â
And even thenâŠIt had been few and far between.
He sits down anyway. Clicks the pen.
Thinks about Annie. Then begins to write.
Pretty Eyes, 09-19-04
Let me start by sayinâ, at first I was a lilâ concerned.
But now I see that you the type of woman who likes to be earned.
I ainât gonâ lieâŠyou had a nigga second guessinâ,
But now I see Iâm learninâ a valuable lesson.
That everything happen when itâs supposed to, in due time.
Maybe thatâs partially why I canât get you off my mind.
The reason I stare at you?
âCause I damn sure ainât blind.
Donât tell me that you donât even know that you a dime?
Matter factâŠ
I donât think you realize just how beautiful you are.
A woman like you donât come around often. You more like a shootinâ star.
You asked why I give you things.
Truth is⊠thatâs just me.
Itâs who Iâve always been,
And who Iâm always gonâ be.
You asked if Iâm serious.
Shit, Pretty Eyes⊠you damn right.
Cause you the one whoâs been keepinâ me awake at night.
That smile of yours shine extra bright.
And Iâd be lyinâ if I said yo shape wasnât just right.
I gotta admitâŠ
I ainât never really had to put up a fight.
Usually women make it easy for me, make me wanna take flight.
But you?
You different.
And to be honestâŠI kinda like this shit.
Got me kinda scared to ask you is this really legit?
Cause this shit all new to me.
And every time you step into my line of sight, You donât even know what you do to me.
Got a nigga sweatinâ. Got me feelinâ real nervous.
HellâŠNow you got me sittinâ down tryna write some verses.
You wanted to know my age?
Well shit, Iâm twenty two.
And hell yeahâŠ
Iâm low key feelinâ you.
What? you canât tell?
I really think you fly as hell.
Iâm tryna get to know you better.
Thatâs exactly why I took the time
to respond to yo letter.
You asked what moves me.
Truthfully?
A man like me gonâ always chase a dollar.
I grew up knowinâ if you wanted more,
You had to work harder.
What makes me happy?
Standinâ somewhere in a kitchen.
And maybeâŠIf I can get this fine ass shorty named Annie to finally listen.
Now what make me mad?
Disrespect. Fake love. Niggas movinâ funny.
Life too short for all that.
Iâd rather stay focused and get this money.
As for the meaning behind my nicknameâŠ
I ainât really ready to share.
But if you quit playinâ wit meâŠ
Maybe one dayâŠWeâll get there.
You wanna know why Iâm feeling you?
Iâd rather tell you that face to face.
And whenever you ready just name the time and the place.
Now itâs my turn.
I got a few questions too.
Letâs see if you really gonâ answerâŠ
Or is you gonâ act brand new.
You ever talked to a nigga like meâŠ
Or am I the first?
Do you expect me to be betterâŠ
Or somehow end up worse?
Tell me yo age. Tell me yo location
Tell me the type of shit that gives you motivation.
Tell me what keeps you goinâ When life become too much.
Tell me if you like words of affirmation better or do you like physical touch?
What you like to do when you ainât at work?
Tell meâŠWhen you look at me like that⊠Is you tryna flirt?
Whatâs yo hopes? Whatâs yo dream?
Do you talk just to talk?
Or do you say what you mean?
What makes you laugh?
What makes you cry?
And tell me somethinââŠ
Why do I make you so shy?
Are you feelin me too? And If you are..
Why?
Iâll be waitinâ on yo next letter.
âSmoke
The next afternoon, Smoke pulls into Stackâs driveway..
The bass from his truck fades as he cuts the engine.
Before he can even make it to the porch, the front door swings open âThere go this nigga.â
Stack smirks, leaning against the doorframe. âTook you long enough.â
Smoke shrugs. âI been movinâ.â
âAinât you always?â
Smoke chuckles as they dap each other up before heading inside.
Stack tosses Smoke a bottled water before taking a seat on the couch
Stack drops onto the chair, tv on ESPN.
He glances over. âSup nigga.â
Smoke chuckles. âWhatâs good?â
âWhat you been on?â
âWork.â
âThatâs it?â
Smoke twists the cap off. âPretty much.â
Stack studies him for a second.
Then a grin slowly spreads across his face.
âSoâŠâ
Smoke already knows whatâs coming.
âSo what?â
âWho is she?â
Smoke takes a sip of water. âWho?â
âThe girl.â
âWhat girl?â
âThe one you been chasing.â
âI ainât chasing nobody.â
Stack laughs. âTobias already told me.â
Smoke cuts his eyes at him.Told you what?â
âThat you been after some hoe yâall met at the mall.â
Smokeâs mouth twitched at the word hoe. He sighs.
âTobias talk too damn much.â
âSo itâs true.â
Smoke shrugs. âI ainât say that.â
âYou ainât deny it either.â
Smoke doesnât answer.
Stack points at him. âThere it is.â
âNigga What?â
âThat little smirk.â
âI ainât smirking.â
âYou definitely smirking.â
Smoke shakes his head. âYou bored.â
âNah.â
Stack leans back into the couch.
âIâm just trying to figure out what type of woman got my brother acting all mysterious and shit.â
Smoke stays quiet.
âSo whatâs her name?â
Silence.
âWhat she look like?â
Silence.
âYou gonâ answer any of these questions?â
Smoke laughs under his breath.
âYou askin too many damn questions.â
âBecause you donât never like nobody.â
Smoke doesnât respond.
That answer alone tells Stack everything he needs to know.
âOhâŠâ He points at him. âYou really feelinâ her.â
Before Smoke can respond, the front door opens. Monica walks inside carrying a shopping bag.
The moment her eyes land on Smoke, her expression changes. âThere you are.â
Smokeâs shoulders tense.
Stack notices immediately.
Monica drops her bag by the door.
âWe need to talk.â
Smoke exhales quietly.
âAight.â
Without another word, he follows her toward the kitchen.
The second they disappear around the corner, Stack leans back on the couch laughing to himself.
âOh⊠this finna be interesting.â
Monica folds her arms. âSoâŠâ
Smoke waits.
âWhy you been avoiding me?â
âI ainât been avoiding you.â
She laughs sarcastically. âSmoke⊠stop.â
âI been busy.â
âBullshit.â
He says nothing.
âYou donât answer my calls.â
Silence.
âAnd every time I ask to see youâŠâmShe shrugs. âYou busy.â
Smoke rubs the back of his neck. âI got a lotta shit going on.â
She studies him. Then slowly shakes her head. âNo.â
âWhat?â
âYou lying.â
Smoke exhales. âIâm really not.â
âYou are.â
Her voice sharpens. âI know you.â
He looks away.
âYou donât act like this unless something changed.â
Silence. Then it finally clicks.
Her face falls.ââŠThereâs somebody else.â
Smoke doesnât answer. He doesnât have to.
Monica lets out a short laugh. âI knew it.â
She nods to herself. âWho is she?â
âIt donât matter.â
âIt matters to me.â
Smoke stays quiet.
She shakes her head. âOut of all the girls youâve talked toâŠâ She points at him.
âYou ainât never avoided me.â
Her voice gets louder. âYou always kept it real wit me.â
Smokeâs jaw tightens.
âBut nowâŠâ
She laughs bitterly. âYou canât even tell me the truth.â
He says nothing.
Monica studies his face. Then sighs.âWhoever she isâŠâ She nods slowlyâŠ.âshe must be special.â
Smoke finally looks up.
His expression softens for just a split second.
That tells Monica everything.
She throws her hands up. âWow.â
Her voice rises. âI canât believe this shit.â
Smoke shuts down. His face goes blank.
He stares at the floor.
She grows even more frustrated.
âSmoke!â
Nothing.
âSay somethinââ
The raised voices carry into the living room.
Stack gets up and walks into the kitchen.
He immediately steps between them.
âAight, thatâs enough.â
Monica points around him.
âHe wonât even talk to me!â
Stack glances back at his brother.
Smoke has already grabbed his keys.
âIâm finna head out.â He walks into the living room and Monica follows.
Monica stares at his back. âSo thatâs it?â
Smoke pauses at the doorway.
Tempted to say something but he doesnât. He just walks out instead.
The front door closes behind him.
Monica stands there fighting back tears.
Part 2