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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!
My First Love Series
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 awayâŚâ
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 earringsâŚâ
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 thenâŚâ
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 damnâŚâ
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.
âAnywayâŚâ
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. âSoâŚâ
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. âSoâŚâ
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.
BecauseâŚYeah. 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 scaredâŚâ 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 youâŚYou 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 reasonâŚ
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.
BecauseâŚHe 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.
BecauseâŚhe 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 callâŚâ
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 sureâŚ
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 areâŚ
Why?
Sincerely~ Me
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The next day at workâŚ
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 justâŚFeels 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 foodâŚTheir 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 floorâŚAnnieâs 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 siblingsâŚâ
She closes her eyes. ââŚbut 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.
ââŚFine.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 meantâŚShe was probably a senior.
That surprises him. Not because of her ageâŚ
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 unexpectedlyâŚProtective.
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.
FinallyâŚ
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.
SurelyâŚHe 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 tightensâŚ. 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 callâŚ
None of it seemed important anymore.
Right nowâŚShe 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.
ââŚThe 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 SmokeâŚ
From Me.
Smoke stares at it.
His mind immediately starts racing.
From me?
Who the hellâŚHe turns the note over in his hands. No other name.
No clue. JustâŚFrom 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 isâŚHe 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 meâŚWhy 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.
StillâŚThat 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. âDamnâŚâ
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 isâŚDoing 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 thenâŚHis eyes keep drifting toward the folded paper lying on the kitchen table.
FinallyâŚHe sits down.
The house is silent except for the ticking clock on the wall.
He picks up the letter.
His heartbeat quickens.
SlowlyâŚHe 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.
ThenâŚ
Why do you give me things? Is that how you show you care?
Smoke chuckles under his breath.
âYeahâŚâ
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 justâŚShy.
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 respondedâŚ
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 somehowâŚThat 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 anythingâŚIt 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. âDamnâŚâ âI ainât wrote a letter since school.â
And even thenâŚIt 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 lieâŚyou 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 factâŚ
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 admitâŚ
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 honestâŚI 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.
HellâŚNow you got me sittinâ down tryna write some verses.
You wanted to know my age?
Well shit, Iâm twenty two.
And hell yeahâŚ
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 maybeâŚIf 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 nicknameâŚ
I ainât really ready to share.
But if you quit playinâ wit meâŚ
Maybe one dayâŚWeâll 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 answerâŚ
Or is you gonâ act brand new.
You ever talked to a nigga like meâŚ
Or am I the first?
Do you expect me to be betterâŚ
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 meâŚWhen 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 somethinââŚ
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.
âSoâŚâ
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.
âOhâŚâ 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. âSoâŚâ
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 youâŚâmShe 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.ââŚThereâs 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 toâŚâ 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 nowâŚâ
She laughs bitterly. âYou canât even tell me the truth.â
He says nothing.
Monica studies his face. Then sighs.âWhoever she isâŚâ She nods slowlyâŚ.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
My First Love Series
Chapter 3(pt.2)
âAge ainât nothin but a number.â
Annie gets home and immediately heads to the kitchen.
There isnât much time before she has to leave for work.
She washes her hands, pulls a pack of ground beef from the refrigerator, and starts dinner.
The smell of onions sizzling in the skillet quickly fills the house.
Behind her, the twins race through the living room, laughing and chasing each other.
âStop runninâ!â Annie calls over her shoulder.
They ignore her. As usual.
A few minutes later, the front door opens.
Her dad walks in with her little sister beside him.
He takes his jacket off as he steps into the kitchen.
Annie turns and smiles. âHey, Daddy.â
He smiles back. âHey, sweetheart.â
She stirs the meat for another moment before speaking. âDaddy⌠we need to talk.â
He looks at her. âAbout what?â
Annie takes a breath. âMama getting mad âcause I couldnât feed them yesterday.â
He nods slowly, waiting for her to continue.
âIâm eighteen now.â
She gestures toward the calendar hanging on the wall. âI got school, I work, and Iâm on the newspaper.â
She shakes her head. âI canât keep rushing home every day before work just to cook.â
Her father stays quiet.
Annie continues. âI think itâs time Mario and Tyree start learning.â
She points toward the hallway where her younger brothers are. âI was cooking at their age.â
Her father studies her for a long moment.
His expression softens. âI know.â
He sighs. âBut you know we depend on you.â He rubs the back of his neck. âYour mama and I both get home after you.â
âI know.â Annie nods. âI understand that.â
âBut Iâm not gonna be able to keep doing it every day.â
She lowers the heat on the stove. âIâm trying to build something for myself too.â Iâll be going to college soon.â
Her father is quiet again.
Finally, he lets out a long breath. âAlright.â
Annie looks up hopefully.
A small smile starts to form.
âThen you need to start teaching your brothers how to cook.â
The smile immediately disappears.
Annie blinks. âSo⌠I have to be the one to teach them?â
âYes.â He answers without hesitation.
âYou and your brother.â
âDaddyâŚâ She sighs. âI barely have time now.â
âIf you want them to learnâŚâ He shrugs.
ââŚyou have to be the one to teach them.â
Annie looks down at the skillet.
She doesnât argue anymore.
She already knows how this conversation ends. SomehowâŚThe responsibility always finds its way back to her.
She quietly stirs the meat.
Her father walks over and gently squeezes her shoulder. âCome on.â
He grabs his keys. âLet me get you to work.â
Annie turns the stove off and nods. âOkay.â
She grabs her apron from the counter and follows him out the door, silently wondering when sheâd finally get to just be eighteen.
Annie gets to work a little before everyone else.
She hangs her denim jacket on the hook in the back hallway, ties her apron around her waist, grabs her order pad, and gets right to work.
The dinner crowd has already started trickling in.
Servers scurry through the dining room while dishes clatter behind the kitchen doors.
By the time Smoke walks through the front entrance, Annie is already on the floor.
Sheâs standing with her back to him, taking an order at one of her tables.
His eyes find her instantly. Like they always do.
Her curls are pulled back into a ponytail today, and every time she writes on her order pad, it sways gently against the back of her neck.
She laughs at something her table says.
The sound carries all the way across the restaurant.
Smokeâs stomach flips. Again.
âDamn,â he murmurs under his breath.
He hadnât even made it inside good before she was already on his mind.
His fingers brush against the folded letter in his pocket.
NowâŚHe just had to figure out how to get it to her. Without looking like a fool.
Smoke heads through the kitchen.
As heâs washing his hands, something catches his eye.
Annieâs jacket. Hanging on the hook.
Nobody else is around.
He glances toward the dining room.
Then toward the line. The kitchen is loud.
Grill sizzling. Fryers hissing.
Cooks yelling times across the line.
Nobodyâs paying attention.
He quietly reaches into his pocket.
Pulls out the folded letter.
His heart beats just a little faster than normal.
âThis some high school shit,â he mumbles to himself.
A small grin tugs at his mouth.
Then he slips the letter into Annieâs jacket pocket. Deep enough that it wonât fall out.
But easy enough for her to find.
He pats the pocket once.
Then walks away like nothing happened.
A few moments later, Annie pushes through the kitchen doors carrying an empty tray.
Smoke looks up automatically.
Their eyes meet. Neither of them smiles.
Neither of them says a word.
He simply gives her a small nod.
She returns it.
SomehowâŚThat tiny exchange says more than an entire conversation.
Annie keeps walking.
But she can feel his eyes on her until she disappears back onto the floor.
And for reasons she still doesnât understandâŚShe likes it.
Hours later, the dinner rush is finally slowing down.
The kitchen is still busy, but no longer chaotic.
The ticket machine has finally stopped spitting out endless orders.
Annie walks into the kitchen to grab another basket of biscuits.
Smoke is plating food at the window.
Without thinkingâŚThey look up at the exact same time. There it is again. That look.
It lasts only a couple of seconds.
Long enough for Annieâs heart to skip.
Long enough for Smoke to completely forget what he was doing.
Long enough for someone else to notice. Lindsey.
She watches the exchange from the other side of the kitchen.
Her lips press into a thin line.
Sheâd spent weeks trying to get Smokeâs attention. Flirting.
Laughing too loud, whispering with Melissa while looking at him.
Finding excuses to come into the kitchen back to back even when it was slow.
Still Nothing.
And Smoke canât seem to stop looking at a particular somebody.
Lindseyâs jaw tightens. âOhâŚâ
She murmurs under her breath.
âSo thatâs what this is.â
She immediately walks over to the window.
âSmokeâŚâ
His eyes reluctantly leave Annie.
Then land on Lindsey. âWhat?â
She bats her eyelashes.
âCan you see if my cheese sticks are ready?â
Smoke doesnât miss what sheâs doing.
Not for one second. His jaw twitches.
She ainât ask because she needed help.
She asked because she wanted his attention. And because sheâd seen where it was a second ago.
He doesnât have the energy for games tonight.
He nods once. âAight.â
He walks over to the fryer.
Checks the basket. Theyâre done.
He plates them quickly.
Then slides the plate through the service window a little harder than necessary.
The plate scrapes loudly against the stainless steel.
Lindsey smiles sweetly. âThank you, Smoke.â
Smoke barely looks at her.
He simply shakes his head and goes right back to work. Conversation over.
Lindseyâs smile immediately fades.
Across the kitchen, Annie canât help it.
A small giggle slips out.
She quickly covers her mouth.
Then turns toward the biscuit station before anybody notices.
At least⌠She thinks nobody noticed.
Lindsey noticed.
She grabs her plate and walks past Annie.
Just as she passesâŚHer shoulder bumps Annieâs.
Hard enough to make Annie stumble a step.
Annie immediately turns around. âWhat theâŚâ
She catches herself before finishing the sentence.
Lindsey keeps walking.
Doesnât apologize. Doesnât even look back.
Annie stands there for a second. Confused.
Then exhales. âIt ainât even worth it.â
She quietly goes back to grabbing biscuits.
Smoke saw the whole thing. Every second.
His grip tightens around the spatula in his hand. His jaw clenches.
His irritation spikes immediately.
He knew exactly why Lindsey did it.
Petty jealousy.
Over some shit that existed only in her own head.
Smoke shakes his head.
Heâd never even gave an inkling that he was interested in her or Melissa.
Never flirted with them
HellâŚHe barely talked to her unless it had something to do with work.
Yet somehowâŚAnnie was the one catching the attitude.
That pissed him off.
More than it probably should.
Because the last thing he wantedâŚ
Was for Annie to get tired of the drama.
Or start feeling uncomfortable coming to work and then lose out on his chance to get to know her.
He glances toward her again.
Sheâs standing at the biscuit station, carefully filling another basket like nothing happened.
Still sweet. Still minding her business.
Still trying to do her job.
Smoke shakes his head to himself.
These girls need to leave her the fuck alone.
Because if they kept treating Annie like this⌠He had a feeling his patience wasnât going to last much longer.
By the end of the shift, Annieâs feet are aching.
The dinner rush is over.
The dining room has quieted down, and the smell of garlic butter still lingers in the air as the last few guests finish eating.
Annie unties her apron, clocks out, and heads to the back hallway.
She grabs her denim jacket from the hook.
Without thinking, she slips it on.
Completely unaware that thereâs something tucked safely inside the pocket.
She walks outside to wait for her dad.
The evening air is cool, a welcome change from the heat of the kitchen.
Cars pull in and out of the parking lot while employees gather near the entrance waiting on rides.
Megan walks out a few seconds later.
Sheâs getting ready to go find Saul before they leave, but she stops beside Annie first. âI see you eyeing Smoke.â
Annie immediately laughs. âI donât know what you talking about.â
âGirl, please.â
Megan folds her arms. âI see the way yâall be staring.â
Annie shakes her head. âYou seeing stuff.â
âAnd I see him watching you.â
Annieâs cheeks warm just a little.
Megan lowers her voice. âJust be careful with his mean ass.â
Annie smiles. âHe ainât mean.â
âHe donât talk to nobody in here except the cooks on the line.â
She nods toward the front door.
âMelissa and Lindsey been battling over him for weeks.â
Annie raises an eyebrow. âBattling?â
âMhmm.â
âThey both trying to see who can get him to finally open up.â
Annie laughs softly. âI ainât battling nobody for no man.â
Megan smirks. âWeâll see.â She starts backing away. âMaybe you can get his mean ass to talk.â
Annie just shakes her head. She doesnât answer. Because she honestly doesnât know what to say.
A moment later, Melissa and Lindsey step outside.
They stand a few feet away, talking while they wait for their ride.
Every now and then, one of them glances Annieâs way.
ThenâŚthe restaurant door opens again. Smoke.
Conversation around the entrance seems to fade.
At least for Annie.
Smoke steps outside, keys dangling from one finger.
His eyes find her immediately. Like they always do.
He doesnât even try to hide it anymore.
He starts walking slowly.
Every step bringing him closer.
Annie feels her heartbeat pick up.
She turns her head just enough to watch him approach. He looks so good.
His white T-shirt hugs his shoulders.
His chain catches the streetlight
His hands are tucked casually into his pockets.
When he reaches herâŚtheir eyes meet.
Everything around them seems to disappear.
Smoke slows his pace.
His deep voice breaks the silence.
âHave a good night, Annie.â
The sound of him saying her name sends a warmth through her chest.
A smile tugs at her lips before she can stop it. âYou tooâŚâ
She pauses. Then says it. âElijah.â
Smoke stops for the briefest second.
A slow smirk spreads across his face.
Nobody called him Elijah.
Not unless they knew him. Or wanted to.
Normally heâd correct them.
Tell them not to call him that.
But hearing it come from AnnieâŚ
Soft. Gentle. Almost shy.
It soundedâŚGood. Real good.
He gives her one last look.
Then continues walking toward his truck.
Behind themâMelissa isnât giving up. âGoodnight, Smoke!â
Her voice rings across the parking lot.
Smoke never breaks stride.
Doesnât turn around. Doesnât wave.
Doesnât answer. He simply keeps walking.
Lindsey snorts. âDamn, Melissa.â
She laughs under her breath.
âNot he just played you to the left like that.â
Melissaâs face hardens.
Both girls glance toward Annie.
Their expressions sour immediately.
Annie doesnât even acknowledge them.
She simply slides her hands into her jacket pockets.
ThenâŚher fingers brush against folded paper.
She pauses. Confused.
She frowns and slowly pulls it out.
A neatly folded note.
Her heart immediately begins to race.
On the front, written in pretty handwriting, are four simple words.
To YouâŚ
From MeâŚ
Annieâs eyes widen.
A smile instantly spreads across her face.
He wrote back. He actually wrote back.
She turns the letter over in her hands.
WonderingâŚWhen did he put this in here?
She doesnât remember seeing him do it.
She laughs softly to herself.
He really found a way.
For a split second sheâs tempted to open it right there.
But Melissa and Lindsey are still standing nearby. Watching.
So insteadâŚShe carefully folds it back up.
Slides it into her pocket. And rests her hand over it. As if protecting it.
A few moments later, her fatherâs car pulls into the parking lot.
Annie climbs inside, but the entire ride home she keeps touching her jacket pocket just to make sure the letter is still there.
The moment she gets home, Annie hurries through the front door.
âGood night, Daddy,â she says as she climbs out. âLove you.â
âLove you too.â
She barely waits for him to answer before hurrying inside.
She practically skips upstairs to her bedroom.
She closes the door. Kicks off her shoes. And flops onto her bed.
For a secondâŚ
She just stares at the folded paper.
Smiling. Then she carefully opens it. Cologne hits her nose.
The first thing she noticesâŚ
Is that itâs written as a poem.
A grin immediately breaks across her face.
âOf courseâŚâ She whispers.
Sheâd written him a poemâŚ
And heâd answered her with one.
Somehow that makes her happier than anything else.
As she reads each line, her smile grows.
He answers her questions.
Tells her little pieces about himself.
Asks a few questions of his own.
The words are thoughtful. Honest.
And beneath the confidence she always saw in himâŚshe catches something else.
Curiosity. The same curiosity sheâd been feeling.
By the time she reaches the end, Annie presses the paper against her chest.
She lets out a quiet, happy sigh.
âSo⌠you really are feeling me.â
She laughs softly to herself.
The nervousness sheâd been carrying around for days eases just a little.
She wasnât imagining the looks.
Or the smiles. Or the way heâd watched her.
It was real. He was just as interested in getting to know her as she was him.
Annie carefully folds the poem back along the creases. Then opens her bedside drawer and places it inside like a treasured keepsake.
She turns off her lamp and curls onto her side with a smile she canât seem to wipe away.
For the first time since meeting SmokeâŚShe isnât wondering anymore.
Now she knows.
Whatever this thing is between themâŚ
Theyâre both feeling it.
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The next day at lunch, the cafeteria is as loud as ever.
Students crowd every table.
Someone is beating on the lunch table with a fork while someone freestyles. Another group argues over the latest rap album. The smell of pizza, fries, and chicken nuggets hangs in the air.
Annie sits down beside Rhonda, Ebony, and Devin.
She barely gets settled before Rhonda grins. âSoâŚâ
Annie already knows where this is going.
âWhat?â
Rhonda points a fry at her. âDid you talk to Smoke yet?â
Annie smiles to herself. âNot exactly.â
The girls immediately lean in.
âWhat that mean?â Devin asks.
Instead of answering, Annie reaches into her backpack. She carefully pulls out the folded letter.
Rhondaâs eyes get big. âHe wrote you back?â
Annie nods. âHe slipped it in my jacket pocket at work.â
âWhat?!â Ebony says. âGirl!â
âI didnât even know it was there until I got off.â
Rhonda is practically bouncing in her seat. âLemme see!â
Annie hesitates. âDonât laugh.â
âI ainât gonâ laugh.â
âYou promise?â
âI promise.â
Annie hands her the letter.
Rhonda unfolds it carefully. âOhhhâŚâ
âHe got nice handwriting.â
She clears her throat dramatically.
âAhem.â
The girls laugh.
âGirl, just read it!â
Rhonda starts reading.
As she reads each line, the girls get quieter.
The teasing disappears.
By the time she reaches the end, every one of them is smiling.
Rhonda slowly folds the paper back up. Then looks at Annie. âOh⌠he like you.â
âI told you!â Devin blurts out.
Rhonda grabs Annieâs arm.
âGirl, this is so cute.â
Annie blushes. âYou think so?â
âThink so?â
Rhonda shakes her head.
âHe didnât just write you backâŚâ âHe wrote you a whole poem.â
âAnd he answered your questions,â Ebony adds. âHe actually read what you wrote.â
Devin nods. âHe ainât just trying to flirt. He really trying to get to know you. He said you beautiful.â
Annie smiles down at the letter. âI liked that part too.â
Rhonda nudges her shoulder. âHe matching your energy.â
âHe really is,â Ebony says. âAnd thatâs rare.â
âNo games. No corny pickup lines.â
âHe actually put thought into this.â
Annie carefully smooths the folded paper with her fingertips. âI was so happy when I read it.â
âYou better be,â Rhonda says. âSoâŚâ
Annie looks up. âSo what?â
âYou writing him back.â
Annie smiles nervously. âI donât know what to say.â
Devin laughs. âGirl, yes you do. You been writing since forever.â
âYou on the newspaper. You write poetry. If anybody can write a letter back, itâs you.â
Ebony nods. âTell him about yourself this time.â
Rhonda grins. âAnd ask him some more questions.â
Devin adds âKeep it going.â
Annie laughs softly. âI guess I could.â
Rhonda points at her. âNot âcould. You will.â
The girls laugh.
Annie shakes her head. âOkay.â She smiles. âIâll write him back.â
âThere she go!â Rhonda says, clapping her hands once. âI knew you would.â
Annie carefully folds the letter back along the same creases Smoke made and slides it safely into her backpack.
Her fingers linger on it for just a second.
She canât remember the last time someone made her this excited to write.
And somehowâŚShe has a feeling this wonât be the last letter they exchange.
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That evening, Annie is stretched across her bed with her notebook open in front of her.
The bedside lamp casts a soft golden glow over the room while a gentle breeze drifts through the cracked window. The sounds of her younger siblings arguing downstairs fade into the background.
She stares at the blank page.
Chewing on the end of her gel pen.
Thinking. Erasing. Thinking again.
A knock sounds on her bedroom door.
Before she can answer, Edward pushes it open.
He peeks his head inside. âWhat you doing?â
Annie quickly throws her hand over the page. âNothing.â
Edward laughs. âGirl, please.â
He walks over and flops across the foot of her bed. âYou only hide stuff when itâs juicy.â
Annie smiles. âIt ainât juicy.â
âMhmm.â
Edward reaches for the notebook.
Annie snatches it away. âNo.â
His eyebrows shoot up. âOoooh.â
He grins. âWho we writing?â
Annie sighs dramatically. âSmoke.â
Edwardâs entire face lights up. âMy boy!â
Annie throws a pillow at him. âHe is not yo boy.â
Edward catches it, laughing. âHe wrote you back?â
Annie nods. âHe did.â
âAnd?â
âAndâŚâ
She smiles without meaning to. âIt was really sweet.â
Edward notices immediately. âThere go that smile.â
âWhat smile?â
âThe one you get every time you mention him.â
Annie rolls her eyes. .âI do not.â
âYou do.â
She laughs and finally hands him Smokeâs letter. Edward sits up against the headboard and reads quietly.
Every now and then he nods. âMmm.â
By the time he reaches the end, heâs smiling too. âI like him.â
Annie raises an eyebrow. âYou donât even know him.â
âI know enough.â
He taps the letter. âHe paid attention.â
âWhat you mean?â
âHe answered your questions.â Edward looks at her. âHe listened.â
Annie smiles softly. âI noticed that too.â
He hands the letter back. âSoâŚâ
âYou writing him?â
Annie nods. âIâm trying.â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âI donât know what to say.â
Edward laughs. âSince when?â
âIâm serious.â
She taps her pen against the notebook.
âI donât wanna sound corny.â
âYou wonât.â
âI donât wanna scare him off.â
Edward looks at her for a second.
Then smiles. âAnnie.â
âWhat?â
âJust be you.â
She sighs. âWhat if thatâs not enough?â
Edward reaches over and bumps her shoulder. âIf he likes your mind enough to write a poem back to you.â He shrugs. ââŚthen let him get to know you. Answer his questions.â
Annie sits quietly.
Because⌠That actually makes sense.
Edward nods toward the notebook. âDonât try to impress him. Talk to him. As if youâre on the phone. The same way you talk to me.â
Annie smiles. âI guess.â
âNah. I know.â
She laughs. Okay, Mr. Editor.â
Edward grins dramatically.
âThank you.â
âI accept that title.â
Annie finally puts her pen to the paper.
She writes for a few moments.
Then stops.
âWhat if I tell him too much?â
Edward shakes his head. âTell him enough that he wants another letter.â
She looks over.
âNot enough that he knows everything.â
Annie laughs. âSo keep him curious?â
Edward points at her. .âExactly.â
She nods slowly.
âI like that.â
The room grows quiet except for the scratching of Annieâs pen across the paper.
Every so often she reads a sentence out loud.
Edward makes a face.
âNah.â
She crosses it out.
âWhat about this?â
He nods. âBetter.â
A few more minutes pass.
Annie leans back and smiles at what sheâs written.
âI think I got it.â
Edward reaches over and ruffles her hair.
âI knew you would.â
She smiles up at him.
âThanks, Ed.â
âFor what?â
âFor always helping me.â
Edward shrugs like itâs no big deal.
âThatâs what big brothers do.â
Annie laughs.
âYou younger than me fool.â
Edward gasps dramatically. âAnd? Iâm still yo big brother.â
She shakes her head. âYou so extra.â
âI know.â
He stands and heads toward the door.
Just before he leaves, he turns back around. âOhâŚâ
âWhat?â
âWhen yâall get marriedâŚâ
Annieâs eyes get huge. âEdward!â
ââŚI better be in the wedding.â
She throws another pillow.
He ducks out of the room laughing. âIâM SERIOUS!â
Annie laughs until her stomach hurts.
Then she looks back down at the letter sheâs writing.
For the first time since putting pen to paper tonightâŚThe words come easily.
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Wednesday arrives.
Annie gets to work a little early.
The evening air is cool as she steps out of her dadâs car with her purse over one shoulder and the folded letter tucked safely inside. Her stomach flutters the closer she gets to the employee parking lot.
She spots Smokeâs truck immediately.
A smile tugs at her lips.
She glances around to make sure nobody is watching.
The parking lot is quiet except for a few employees making their way inside.
Taking a deep breath, Annie walks over to his truck. Her hands feel clammy.
She carefully slides the folded letter beneath the driverâs side windshield wiper.
She presses it down just enough so the wind wonât carry it away. For a second, she just stands there. Smiling. âPlease donât think itâs corny,â she whispers to herself.
Then she hurries inside before anyone sees her.
The shift flies by. The dinner rush comes and goes. Just like always, Annie and Smoke steal quiet glances whenever their paths cross. Neither of them says much.
They donât have to. SomehowâŚThe looks have become their own little conversation.
By the end of the night, Smoke grabs his keys and heads toward the parking lot.
Heâs halfway to his truck when something white catches his eye beneath the windshield wiper. His steps slow.
Then a grin spreads across his face before he can stop it. Another letter.
From Annie. He shakes his head. âDamnâŚâ
He carefully pulls it free. Just holding it makes him smile.
She wrote back. He slips it safely into his pocket instead of opening it right there.
He wants to take his time with this one.
Later that night, Smoke is sitting on the in his bed. The house is quiet.
The television is on, but muted.
A blunt burns slowly in the ashtray beside him, forgotten.
His attention is somewhere else.
He unfolds Annieâs letter carefully, smoothing out every crease.
Then he begins to read.
Dear Elijah, 09/20/2004
You asked me questions, so hereâs my reply,
I hope these words satisfy your curious eye.
Iâm eighteen years old from Kansas Cityâs south side,
Still trying to figure out life and how to ride this ride.
You asked about dreams and what I hope to pursue,
Mine is becoming a writer⌠but Iâll save the details for you.
Some mysteries are better when theyâre uncovered slow,
So youâll have to keep writing if you really wanna know.
When work isnât calling or schoolâs got a hold,
Youâll find me at games when the weather gets cold.
Football on Fridays, basketball too,
Iâm loud in the stands when Iâm cheering them through.
You asked what makes me laugh.
Thatâs easy to say.
People with humor who can brighten my day.
Life gets so heavy, so laughterâs a gift,
The right joke at the right time can give me a lift.
You asked what makes me cry.
That answer runs deep.
Sometimes I carry more than I should keep.
Like the weight of the world rests square on my back,
And no matter how hard I push⌠I feel like Iâm losing track.
You asked how Iâm loved, what speaks to my heart.
Iâd say gentle touches are where feelings start.
Holding my hand, pulling me near,
And words that remind me somebody is here.
A simple âIâm proud,â or â Are you doing okay,â
Can brighten a dark and overwhelming day.
Now hereâs my confessionâŚ
And yes, itâs true.
Iâve never met somebody quite like you.
Iâve never really talked to an older man
So please be patient with me if you can.
You make me nervous.
I wonât even lie.
Every time you look at me, I forget how to try.
I wanna flirt back.
I really do.
But then I catch those sleepy brown eyes looking right through.
So if I look away, please donât think I donât care.
Truth isâŚ
Youâre just so damn fine that I forget how to stare.
I hope youâre different from the one in my past.
His promises faded⌠they just didnât last.
He wasnât good to me, that much is true,
So I guess Iâm hoping for something different in you.
Your actions seem to match up with the words that you write.
That alone makes my heart feel a little more light.
So hereâs my answer, honest and true.
You asked if I got feelings for youâŚHell yeah I do.
Sincerely~
Annie
The room is still oddly quiet
She really answered every question.
Honestly. Without pretending to be somebody she wasnât.
He smiles at her telling him sheâs eighteen and from the south side. He really canât believe sheâs only eighteen. Heâs never talked to someone who was still in high school. The thought kind of scares of him. But then again age is a state of mind to Smoke, as long as she was the legal age of consent then Smoke was still interested. She was definitely mature, he liked that most about her.
He smiles even bigger when she tells him she dreams of becoming a writer.
He read that part twice. A dream. She has a dream. Something sheâs chasing.
Something bigger than where she is now. He likes that. NoâŚHe loves that.
Too many people drift through life with no direction. But Annie? She has purpose.
She just isnât ready to share all of it yet. And strangelyâŚHe likes that too.
It makes him want to earn the rest of her story.
He rereads the letter. She likes Football games. Basketball games. Her love of laughter. He chuckles when she admits she likes people with a sense of humor.
âGood,â he thinks. âI can make you laugh.â
Then he rereads the part about what makes her cry.
His smile slowly fades.
âSometimes I carry more than I should keep⌠Like the weight of the world rests square on my backâŚâ
Smoke stops reading.
His eyes stay on those lines for a long moment.
He leans back against the headboard and exhales slowly. âSo thatâs whyâŚâ
Now he understands. Thereâs something behind those eyes. Behind that sweet smile. Heâd noticed it before but couldnât quite place it. She always looked like she was thinking about something. Like she carried responsibilities most eighteen-year-olds didnât.
Reading those wordsâŚhe feels something tighten in his chest.
He hates that she feels that way.
He doesnât even know everything sheâs dealing with.
But somehowâŚHe wishes he could take some of that weight off her shoulders.
He shakes his head. âYou donât even know this girl.â
Maybe not. But every letter makes him feel like he knows her a little more.
And every answer somehow makes him want to open up too. He keeps reading. Then he gets to the part where she calls him fine.
Smoke laughs quietly to himself.
âSo thatâs why you keep looking awayâŚâ
He remembers every time sheâd dropped her eyes when he caught her staring.
At one point heâd wondered if she wasnât interested. Now he really knows better.
He reaches the end.
âYou asked if I have feelings for you⌠hell yeah I do.â
Smoke reads that line twice. Then a third time. He folds the letter carefully and rests it in his lap.
For the first time in a long timeâŚ
He isnât thinking about who heâs going to call. Or where heâs going this weekend.
Or what business needs handling tomorrow.
Heâs thinking about a girl who writes poetry. A girl with big beautiful brown eyes. A girl with dreams bigger than the neighborhood she grew up in.
A girl who feels the weight of the worldâŚYet still finds room to smile.
Smoke looks down at the folded letter and grins to himself.
âI definitely gotta write yo ass back.â
And for the first time since they started exchanging lettersâŚ
He isnât just curious about Annie anymore. Heâs becoming invested in her.
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Thursday AfternoonâŚ
Gym class is finally winding down.
The squeak of sneakers echoes across the hardwood floor as students finish their laps around the gym. A few boys are still playing basketball while others sit against the wall trying to catch their breath.
Annie and Rhonda collapse onto the bleachers, breathing hard after running.
Annie wipes the sweat from her forehead with the bottom of her T-shirt.
Rhonda fans herself dramatically. âIâm tired as hell.â
Annie laughs. âYou always tired.â
âBecause Coach be trying to kill us.â
They both laugh.
After catching her breath, Rhonda nudges Annie with her shoulder.
âAye.â
âWhat?â
âLetâs go to Skateland tomorrow night.â
Annie looks over but stays silent.
âYou off, ainât you?â
She nods. âYeah.â
A smile spreads across her face.
She loved Skateland. Ever since she was little, Saturday Gospel Skate had been her favorite. As long as sheâd finished her chores, helped cook, and made sure her younger siblings were taken care of, her parents would let her go. Now that she was older, theyâd even started letting her go on Friday nights.
R&B Night. Seven to eleven. Her favorite. The whole city showed up.
Good music. Good skating. Good vibes.
Best of allâŚHardly any drama.
âIâll go.â
Rhonda squeals. âYesssss!â
She claps her hands together.
âWe finna have so much fun.â
Then she smirks. âSoâŚâ
Annie already knows. âWhat?â
âDid you give Smoke his letter yet?â
Annie smiles to herself. âYeah, girl.â
Rhonda immediately bumps her shoulder. âOoooh. Look at you making progress.â
Annie laughs.
Rhonda keeps smiling. âI canât wait till yâall start talking on the phone.â
Annie shakes her head. âYou more excited than me.â
âI am.â
Rhonda laughs. âI need updates.â
Annie rolls her eyes. âYou so damn nosey.â
âI know.â
She grins. âNow make me proud.â
Annie starts laughing.
âWhat does that even mean?â
âYou know exactly what it mean.â
The two look at each other.
Then busts into laughter.
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Down in the cityâŚ
Smoke is behind the wheel of his truck.
Heâs been making stops all afternoon.
Handling business. Checking in with clients. Running from one side of Kansas City to the other.
His cell phone rings. He glances down. Tobias.
Smoke answers. âYo.â
âWhatâs poppinâ?â
âShit.â
Smoke turns onto another street.
âMakinâ a mad dash.â
âI feel you.â
A brief pause. âAye⌠Ainât you off tomorrow?â
âYeah.â Smoke raises an eyebrow. âWhy?â
âLetâs hit Skateland.â
Smoke smiles to himself.
âYou ainât came with me in a minute.â
He thinks about it. It had been a while.
Back thenâŚFriday nights were automatic. Him. Stack. Tobias.
All three of them could skate.
Not just skateâŚThey floated.
Spins. Crossovers. Backwards.
People used to clear the floor just to watch them.
Lately, thoughâŚLife had gotten in the way. Work. Business. The hustle.
He hadnât made time for much else.
Smoke nods to himself.
âBet. Iâm down.â
Tobias laughs. âI knew yo ass wasnât gonâ say no.â
âAight.â
âSee you tomorrow.â
Smoke hangs up with a small smile.
Maybe itâd be good to get out for once.
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Later that eveningâŚ
Annie walks into the living room.
Her mom and dad are stretched out on the couch watching American Idol.
The television is turned up loud enough for everyone in the house to hear.
Simon Cowell is in the middle of critiquing somebody.
âHey.â
Her mom looks over first. âHey, baby.â
Her dad keeps his eyes on the television.
âHello.â
Annie rocks back and forth on her heels. âDaddyâŚâ
âHmm?â
âCan I go to Skateland tomorrow?â
Before he can answer, her mother speaks. âMe and your daddy got plans tomorrow.â
Annieâs face falls. âBut, MamaâŚâ
She walks a little closer. âMario or Tyree can watch them. They watch them too.â
Her mother sighs. âI know.â
âBut I trust you more than them.â
Annie lets out a frustrated breath.
âMamaâŚâ She shakes her head. âI donât wanna spend my whole life in this house.â
Her mother looks at her. âDonât do that. We let you go skating a lot.â
âI know. But I ainât been in a while.â
She folds her arms. âI feel like Iâm the one with kids.â
Her mother raises an eyebrow. âAnnie.â
âWhat?â
âWhy must you insist on going back and forth with me?â
Annie softens her voice. âBut MamaâŚâ
Before she can keep pleadingâ
Her father speaks. âShe can go.â
The room goes quiet.
Her mother turns toward him. âWhat?â
He finally looks away from the television. âSheâs right.â
He nods toward the hallway where the boysâ room is. âMario and Tyree are old enough. They can watch the twins. Itâs their turn.â
Her mother studies him for a second.
Then sighs. âI guess.â
Annieâs entire face lights up. âReally?!â
Her father nods. âYeah.â
He smiles. âJust take Edward with you.â
âI will!â
Before he can say anything else, Annie leans down and kisses him on the cheek.
âThank you, Daddy.â
He chuckles.ââYou welcome, sweetheart.â
Annie practically skips out of the living room.
The second sheâs gone, her mother looks at her husband. âYou always give in to her.â
He smiles without looking away from the television. âNo.â He shakes his head. âI just think she deserves to be eighteen every once in a while.â
Part 3
My First Love Series..
Chapter 3(pt.3)
Age Ainât Nothing But A Number
Friday night is finally here.
Annie and Edward pull into Skateland just as the parking lot is filling up. Music thumps through the walls, and groups of teenagers and young adults crowd the entrance, laughing and talking before heading inside.
The moment they walk through the doors, the familiar smell of pizza, popcorn, nacho cheese, and freshly polished wood fills the air. Colored lights sweep across the rink while T.I.âs âYou Donât Know Meâ blasts through the speakers.
Annie sits on the bench, tightening the laces on her red skates with white wheels and tiny dice decorating the sides.
Just as she finishes, Rhonda walks through the entrance.
Annieâs face lights up.
She hops up and wraps her best friend in a hug. âHey, girl!â
Rhonda laughs and hugs her back.
âHey!â
Edward leans over and kisses Rhonda on the cheek.
âHey, Ed.â
âHey, sis!â Edward replies with a grin.
The three of them head onto the rink together.
Almost instantly, theyâre gliding across the floor.
Meanwhile, Smoke and Tobias are just pulling into the packed parking lot.
Cars fill nearly every space, and people are gathered outside talking before heading in. They dap up a few people they know on the way through the doors before making their way to the skate counter.
Smoke reaches into his bag and pulls out his own personal skatesâblack boots with bright blue wheels.
After lacing them up, he stands to his feet and skates toward the edge of the rink.
Thatâs when his stomach drops.
There she is. Annie.
His heart nearly stops.
Sheâs out on the floor holding hands with a tall, dark skinned dude with perfect waves.
The dude is handsome. Too handsome.
Smokeâs jaw tightens before he can stop it.
Annie is smiling entirely too hard.
She has on low-rise bootcut Apple Bottom jeans with a silver circle belt resting around her waist. A matching cropped Apple Bottom tank shows just a sliver of her stomach. Her hair is parted into two playful pigtails beneath a twill hat, and colorful bracelets cover both wrists, jingling every time she swings her arms.
She looksâŚBeautiful.
Smoke notices Rhonda skating beside them, but his eyes never leave Annie.
Sheâs flying around the rink effortlessly. Fast. Confident.
Like sheâs been skating her whole life.
50 Centâs âP.I.M.P.â replaces the last song.
Annie and the guy let go of each otherâs hands.
She spins around and begins skating backward without missing a beat.
As she glides across the floor, her eyes drift toward the wall.
She freezes.
Smoke is already looking at her.
Not casually. Heâs staring.
Her stomach flips.
Heat rushes into her cheeks, and she quickly looks away before he can catch her looking too long.
Smoke pushes off from the wall with Tobias.
The two of them shoot onto the floor with practiced ease.
Smoke glides right past Annie.
She canât help but look.
Heâs wearing a Philadelphia Sixers throwback jersey with a matching fitted cap. His red Dickie shorts are sharply creased, just like every outfit heâs wears. A thick gold herringbone chain rests against his chest, while a gold Rolex catches the flashing lights every time he moves. A Sixers sweatband circles his opposite wrist.
He looks so damn good.
Annie suddenly forgets how to breathe.
Beside her, Rhonda squeals. âOh my Goddd! They came!â
Annie cuts her a look. âYou knew they was coming!â
She has to yell over the music.
Rhonda laughs.
âYeah, girl, I did. I wanted to surprise you.â
Annie shakes her head, laughing.
âYou ainât right.â
The two of them skate off the floor and lean against the railing to watch.
Smoke and Tobias immediately steal everyoneâs attention.
They skate like theyâve been doing this since they could walk.
Smoke moves so smoothly it almost doesnât look real.
Itâs like heâs floating across the floor.
He flies backward at full speed without ever looking nervous, weaving around people like second nature.
Annie canât take her eyes off him.
Edward skates over and stops beside them.
Annie nudges him.
âSmokeâs out there.â
Edward raises an eyebrow.
âWhere, sis? Point him out.â
Annie smiles and points toward the middle of the rink. âThere he go. The one with the Sixers jersey.â
Edward squints for a second before his eyes widen. âOh my God, AnnieâŚâ
He looks back at her. âHe fine as fuck.â
Annie and Rhonda bust into laughter.
From the middle of the rink, Smoke glances toward the sidelines.
His eyes find Annie immediately.
He watches her laughing with the same dude again.
Something twists in his chest.
Jealousy.
It sneaks up on him so fast he almost doesnât recognize it.
He doesnât even know this girl like that. So why the hell does seeing another man beside her bother him so much?
Smoke sucks his teeth to himself and shakes the feeling off.
Man⌠whatever.
He pushes harder, picking up speed as he and Tobias carve across the rink, weaving around other skaters with ease.
Meanwhile, Annie and Rhonda head toward the concession stand.
The smell of buttery popcorn, pizza, and nachos hangs in the air as they wait for their drinks.
A few minutes later, Smoke and Tobias skate off the floor and lean against the wall backs facing the rink.
Smoke casually folds his arms across his chest.
Or at least he tries to look casual.
His eyes never leave Annie.
Her back is turned as she laughs at something Rhonda says.
The bracelets on her wrists jingle every time she gestures with her drink.
Smoke feels that same heaviness settle back into his chest.
She never told him she had a boyfriend.
Did she come here with that dude?
Was she playing him this whole time?
His jaw tightens.
Tobias follows Smokeâs line of sight before grinning to himself.
âLook at you,â he says with a laugh. âJust go speak to her, nigga.â
Smoke cuts his eyes at him and sucks his teeth. âWhatever, nigga. I donât know what you talkinâ âbout.â
Tobias chuckles. âYou ainât foolinâ nobody but yo selfâ
Smoke ignores him, but Tobias already knows.
His homeboy is gone.
Once Annie and Rhonda get their drinks, Rhonda looks across the rink.
âThere go Tobias and Smoke. Letâs go say hi.â
Annie immediately shakes her head.
âNo, girl.â
Rhonda grabs her wrist before she can protest again. âCome on, scary ass.â
Annie laughs as Rhonda drags her across the floor.
By the time they reach them, Annie can already feel her heartbeat climbing.
Rhonda smiles. âHey, yâall.â
âWhatâs good?â Tobias replies.
Smoke nods at Rhonda before his eyes settle on Annie.
Everything around him fades.
The music. The conversations.
The wheels rolling across the floor.
All he sees is her.
Up close, sheâs somehow even prettier than she was from across the rink.
Her lip gloss catches the colored lights every time she smiles.
Her cheeks have a soft glow to them.
He lets his eyes drift over her for just a second. The Apple Bottom outfit.
The bracelets. The little pigtails.
Damn. Sheâs beautiful.
For a momentâŚhe completely forgets what he was about to say.
Annie feels every second of his stare.
It sends butterflies tumbling through her stomach.
She swallows hard before finally looking him over too.
The Sixers jersey. The fitted.
The gold chain. The Rolex.
LordâŚheâs too damn fine.
âSup wit you?â Smoke finally asks.
Annie opens her mouthâŚNothing comes out.
Her entire mind goes blank.
Rhonda gently bumps her shoulder.
Annie lets out a tiny nervous laugh.
âNothing much⌠you?â
Smoke smiles to himself.
âNothing. I seen you out there.â
He nods toward the rink. âYou know what you doinâ.â
Annie giggles.
The sound hits Smoke right in the chest.
He swears he could listen to her laugh all night.
âYeah,â she says with a shy smile. âI know a little somethinâ.â
She tilts her head.
âI see you know what you doinâ too.â
Smoke nods once. âFoâsho.â
He wants to ask. He really does.
Who was that dude?
But he stops himself.
He doesnât have that kind of claim on her. Not yet.
And he damn sure isnât about to sound jealous in front of Tobias and Rhonda.
Before Annie can say anything else, someone skates up beside her.
Smoke looks over. His shoulders stiffen. Itâs him.
The same dude. âAnnie,â he says with a grin, âyou gonâ introduce me?â
Smoke waits.
Annie clears her throat. âSmoke⌠Tobias⌠this is my younger brother, Edward.â
Smoke blinks. Brother?
The knot thatâs been sitting in his chest all night instantly loosens.
He almost laughs at himself.
Damn. All that over her brother.
Edward sticks his hand out with a grin. âHello. And Iâm her older brother. Donât let her lie to yâall.â
Annie rolls her eyes. âEd, stop it. Just âcause you believe it donât make it true.â
The siblings immediately start laughing.
Smoke looks back and forth between them.
He canât help the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
YeahâŚTheyâre close.
For the first time all nightâŚHe can finally breathe.
Just then, the DJâs voice echoes through the speakers.
âAlriiight yâall! Itâs time for limbo! Everybody who wanna play, make your way to the floor!â
A chorus of cheers erupts throughout the rink.
Annieâs eyes light up. âCome on, Ed!â
The siblings hurry onto the floor, leaving Rhonda standing with Smoke and Tobias.
Workers lower the limbo pole as everyone lines up.
The music switches to something with a Caribbean vibe, and one by one, people begin making their way underneath.
Smoke folds his arms across his chest, watching from the sidelines.
His eyes never leave Annie.
She laughs the entire time, clapping whenever someone falls or stumbles.
Then itâs her turn.
She glides forward confidently.
Without breaking her stride, she leans back, bending lower⌠and lowerâŚ
The crowd erupts.
âOHHHH!â
She clears the pole with ease.
Smoke canât help but grin. âDamnâŚâ
She really can skate.
Annie pops back up laughing while Edward throws both hands in the air, celebrating like she just won a championship.
Smoke chuckles to himself.
He loves seeing her smile.
A few minutes later, the DJ calls out again. âAll fellas! Fellas only! Ladies clear the floor!â Pharrell-Frontin comes on.
The women skate to the sidelines.
Annie and Rhonda lean against the rail, watching.
Smoke pushes off alongside Tobias.
The second the beat drops, the two of them slip effortlessly into routines theyâve clearly practiced for years.
They weave around each other without touching.
One skates backward while the other spins forward.
They switch places without saying a word, their movements perfectly timed.
They even break into a few signature footwork combinations that only they know.
The crowd starts clapping.
A few people whistle.
Annie watches with wide eyes.
He makes it look so easy.
Like the wheels are part of him.
Every move is smooth.
Controlled. Confident.
She canât stop smiling.
Beside her, Rhonda cups her hands around her mouth.
âOkay then, Smoke!â
Annie joins in, cheering and clapping as he glides by.
Smoke hears her over everyone else.
Even with the music blasting.
His eyes find hers for just a second.
He flashes the smallest grin before skating off again.
Annieâs heart flutters.
She can tell heâs been doing this his whole life.
When the DJ announces âAll skate!â everyone floods back onto the floor.
This time, Annie and Edward decide to sit down for a minute.
Their legs could use the break.
Rhonda, on the other hand, heads right back out to the rink.
Annie and Edward settle at a table near the edge of the floor with their drinks.
Across the rink, Smoke and Tobias return to their usual spot against the wall. Backs against the wall
It doesnât take long before a group of girls notices them. Two walk over smiling.
One points toward the rink.
âYou wanna skate?â
Smoke shakes his head politely.
âNah, Iâm good.â
Another girl turns to Tobias.
âWhat about you?â
He laughs. âIâm cool.â
The girls linger for another moment before eventually walking away.
Annie watches the entire exchange.
Something uncomfortable stirs in her chest. Jealousy.
She looks down at her drink.
Of course girls were gonna come up to him.
Smoke was fine as hell.
Sheâd noticed that from the first night she met him.
And he wasnât hers.
He could skate with whoever he wanted.
So why does it bother me?
Edward glances between his sister and Smoke before smirking.
âSisâŚâ
Annie looks over. âHmm?â
âDonât be lookinâ like that.â
She furrows her brows.
âLookinâ like what?â
Edward laughs.
âDonât even play with me. I can see the jealousy all over your face.â
Annie lets out a nervous laugh and shakes her head. âYou crazy.â
But she never actually answers him.
Because deep downâŚHe isnât wrong.
Just then, the DJâs voice booms through the speakers.
âAight, yâall⌠last song of the night! If you got somebody special, grab âem. Itâs couple skate!â
The opening notes of Alicia Keys and Usherâs âIf I Ainât Got Youâ fill the rink.
Almost instantly, skaters begin pairing off.
Some people head for the floor.
Others decide to call it a night and make their way toward the exits.
Rhondaâs eyes immediately find Tobias.
She smiles to herself before skating over to him.
âYou gonâ skate with me?â she asks.
Tobias grins. âI thought youâd never ask.â
They roll onto the floor together.
Meanwhile, Annie remains seated beside Edward.
Before she can even think about getting up, a guy she doesnât recognize skates over.
âYou wanna couple skate?â
Annie smiles politely and shakes her head. âNo thank you.â
The guy shrugs before skating away.
Across the rinkâŚ
Smoke sees the entire exchange.
His heart starts pounding.
This is it.
If he doesnât ask her nowâŚ
Somebody else eventually will.
Before he can talk himself out of it, he pushes away from the wall.
His wheels glide smoothly across the polished floor until he comes to a stop in front of Annie.
She looks up. Their eyes meet.
For a secondâŚNeither of them says anything.
Smoke slowly holds out his hand.
âCome skate wit me.â
Annie stares at his hand. Then at him.
Her pulse races. She glances over at Edward.
Edward looks between the two of them before a grin slowly spreads across his face.
He gives her a small nod as if to say GO.
Annie smiles shyly before placing her hand in Smokeâs.
The moment their fingers touch, a warm rush spreads through both of them.
Smoke gently helps her to her feet.
Without letting go of her hand, he leads her toward the center of the rink.
The music wraps around them.
đśSome people want it allâŚ
But I donât want nothinâ at allâŚ
If it ainât you, baby⌠đś
They begin skating side by side, their hands still intertwined.
Smoke gives her hand a gentle squeeze before smoothly twirling her beneath his arm.
Annie lets out a surprised laugh as she spins.
Her back is now fully against his chest , Smoke slides his arms carefully around her waist.
They begin gliding backward together, moving as one.
Annie suddenly becomes very aware of how close they are.
His hands resting securely around her.
Her heartbeat pounds so loudly sheâs convinced he can hear it.
Smoke smiles to himself.
He can feel the nervousness radiating off of her.
He leans closer, speaking softly in her ear so only she can hear. âRelax for me.â His voice is calm. Warm. âI got you.â He pauses. âYou donât gotta be nervous.â A small smile tugs at his lips. âItâs just me.â
Annie lets out the breath sheâd been holding. SomehowâŚThose words settle every nerve inside her.
She relaxes into his hold.
Their movements become effortless.
Their skates glide in perfect rhythm across the smooth wooden floor, weaving through the other couples like theyâve done this together before.
đś Some people search for a fountainâŚPromises forever young..đś
Annie breathes in. His cologne wraps around her, warm and clean with a hint of spice. It makes her smile without even realizing it.
She canât believe this is happening.
Just the other day they were exchanging messages.
NowâŚTheyâre here. Holding each other.
She tries to fight the smile growing across her face. She loses.
Smoke notices immediately.
Seeing her smile because of him fills his chest with a warmth heâs never experienced before.
He lowers his head slightly into her neck, catching the soft scent of her Pink Sugar perfume. Sweet. Light. Completely her.
He closes his eyes for just a second.
If he could freeze this momentâŚ
He would. Nothing about this feels rushed. Nothing feels forced.
Holding Annie this close simply feelsâŚ
Right.
Standing near the sidelines, one of Monicaâs friends spots them skating together.
Her eyebrows lift. âOhâŚâ
A knowing smirk crosses her face.
She already knows exactly whoâs going to hear about this before the nightâs over. Monica.
Back on the rink Smoke has the urge to kiss her. Itâs what heâs wanted to do since the very first moment he saw her. He goes back and forth about it and then he makes his decision.
Smoke lifts his hand and turns Annieâs head toward him to look at him.
She leans a little to the left.
đś Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you, baby
If I ain't got you, baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everythingđś
Smoke stares in her eyes while they continue to glide.
He leans his head in and kisses her lips softly and then the kiss deepens.
Their tongues dance slowly.
As they continue gliding around the rink, the rest of the world seems to melt away. The musicâŚ
The lightsâŚThe conversationsâŚ
None of it matters.
For these few minutesâŚ
Itâs just the two of them.
They never break their rhythm skating even while kissing.
Smoke tastes her lips gloss. It tastes like peaches. Annie tastes the mint on Smokeâs tongue.
Rhonda and Tobias look at each other while they skate hand in hand and laugh at them.
Edward Smiles from the sidelines.
They keep kissing, neither of them wanting break it. Smoke moans a little and Annie feels the vibration against her mouth. Finally he breaks the kiss. And Annieâs chest heaves.
She smiles big at him.
The song slowly comes to an end.
Neither of them wants to let go.
Even after the music fades, they remain hand in hand as they skate off the floor.
Rhonda and Tobias meet them near the benches, both wearing knowing smiles. Nobody says a word.
They donât have to.
The four of them sit down and begin unlacing their skates.
The sounds of wheels rolling across the floor, lockers slamming shut, and people saying their goodbyes fill the rink as everyone starts heading toward the exit.
Once theyâve changed back into their shoes, they walk toward the front doors together.
Just before Annie steps outside, Smoke gently reaches for her hand.
His touch stops her in her tracks.
âLet me talk to you for a minute,â he says.
Annie looks up at him and nods.
âOkay.â
Edward glances over his shoulder.
The second he sees Smoke standing there with Annie, a grin spreads across his face.
He doesnât interrupt.
Instead, he keeps walking outside with Tobias and Rhonda, giving them a little privacy.
For a momentâŚNeither of them says anything.
The music from inside is muffled now.
People continue walking past them toward the parking lot.
Smoke looks at Annie, trying to gather his thoughts.
There are a hundred things he wants to say. Only one comes out. âI really wanna talk to you.â
He smiles a little.ââAnd when I say talkâŚâ His eyes meet hers.
ââŚI mean I wanna hear yoâ voice.â
Annie immediately knows what heâs asking.
A soft giggle escapes before she can stop it.
Smoke smiles to himself. âSince you donât wanna be the one to call meâŚâ
He rubs the back of his neck. âCan I call you instead?â
Annie studies him for a second.
He suddenly doesnât seem nearly as intimidating as she thought.
He almost seemsâŚNervous.
Smoke chuckles quietly.
âPlease?â His smile grows.
âYou donât gotta be shy witâ me.â
He pauses. âAnd even if you areâŚâ
He shrugs. âI like it.â
Annieâs cheeks warm.
âI wanna hear those pretty words leave yoâ mouth instead of just readinâ âem on a page.â
A blush immediately spreads across her face.
She lowers her lashes before smiling.
âOkay.â
The smile that spreads across Smokeâs face is different from all the others sheâs seen. Itâs genuine.
Bright.
The corners of his eyes crinkle, golds flashing
And thenâŚShe notices them.
Dimples. Deep ones.
Her heart skips so hard she nearly forgets to breathe.
LordâŚHow he get even finer?
Smoke tilts his head.
âSoâŚâ
A playful grin tugs at his lips.
âCan I have yoâ number, Annie?â
She finally looks back up at him.
âYes, Elijah.â
Hearing his real name on her lips sends a warmth through his chest.
He quickly pulls his Nokia cell phone from his pocket.
âGo ahead.â
Annie softly recites her number.
Smoke types each digit carefully, making sure he doesnât miss a single one before saving her contact.
He slips the phone back into his pocket. âIâm gonâ call you.â
He points at her with a grin. âSo make sure you answer for me.â
Annie smiles. âI will.â
She nods once. âI promise.â
Smokeâs grin widens.
Without thinking too hard about it, he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to her cheek. âHave a good night.â
Annie smiles so hard her cheeks begin to hurt. âYou too.â
They finally walk outside together.
Smoke stands near the entrance, watching Annie make her way over to Edward.
The siblings exchange a few quiet words before a car pulls up to the curb. They climb inside.
Before the car pulls away, Annie glances back through the window.
Smoke is still standing there.
Still watching. He lifts one hand.
She smiles and gives him a small wave.
Then the car disappears into the night.
Smoke lets out a slow breath he didnât realize heâd been holding.
A smile spreads across his face as he looks down at the phone in his hand.
He finally got what heâd been wanting since the day they met.
Her number.
And somehowâŚ
He has a feeling this is only the beginning of something different.
As Tobias walks up beside him, Smoke shakes his head with a quiet laugh.
âWhat?â Tobias asks.
Smoke slides his phone back into his pocket, still smiling to himself.
âNothinâ.â
But he knows. This has been one of the best nights of his life.
I really tried to squeeze this into two parts. This is why the third part is so short. Iâm so mad. đŠđ Tumblr needs to change this shit. đ Mannnnn we used to have a time at Skateland every Friday night. I miss skating real bad.

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Sprung Series (Ongoing)
đŹ 17  đ 21  â¤ď¸ 141 ¡ SPRUNG. ¡ Chapter One Stack was tired. Not âin need of sleepâ tired. Not âI need a vacationâ tired. No, this fatigue w
đŹ 8  đ 8  â¤ď¸ 57 ¡ SPRUNG ¡ CHAPTER TWO For a moment, it felt like Annieâs world stopped. This man was looking at her like she held all the
đŹ 8  đ 8  â¤ď¸ 57 ¡ SPRUNG ¡ CHAPTER TWO For a moment, it felt like Annieâs world stopped. This man was looking at her like she held all the
đŹ 6  đ 5  â¤ď¸ 48 ¡ SPRUNG ¡ CHAPTER THREE The smut is finally here, y'all. Turned myself on with this shit, Annie is so lucky, I want to be
STICKY (Stand alone- maybe an ongoing series)
đŹ 0  đ 1  â¤ď¸ 0 ¡ STICKY ¡ Robyn was baking up a storm, the way she usually does on the last day of every month. It was supposed to be a rela
SAINTS & SINNERS ⢠HEADCANONS
sinner!annie x pastor!elijah
cw: smut, religious themes, major corruption
a/n: requested and inspired by this post by @dealore!! this isnât my usual vibe, but it was fun and a quick write! i might do more headcanons if yâall are interested :3
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