Author's Rant: Thanks so much sweeties for the response. Yes a lot of you are right. I do plan to have some fun with this. So let's see what's going to happen this chapter ^_^.

Awkward Moment

I've always been somewhat of a God fearing young man. I used to go to church for every reason my parents could think of. Shit half the time I wondered if I could get a day off for the other six days we went. From Sunday to Saturday we always went to the point where it felt like it was an second time job.

I guess you're trying to figure out what my point is behind all that right? Well I'm currently lying in bed half dressed in nothing but my checkered pajamas because of the weatherman's bullshit prediction.

"Yeah Koga I know shit." Damn he gets on my nerves sometimes.

And he was why I had to relay the fact of why I considered myself a God fearing man because anybody else would've been knocked this fool in his mouth for getting hissy over something as stupid as the weather.

Lord please don't strike me with lightning because I know it's none of my business whatever you do up there. For that reason I kept the bible in my nightstand to reflect any possible sinner strikes.

I sighed turning on my side to look out the window getting all foggy from the muggy humidity. It was going to be another one of those days where you just don't feel like doing much of anything. I mean I was being real lazy too. My hair was combed back in a ponytail, I haven't brushed my ears since the other day and my house wasn't looking too attractive. My mom would kill me if she saw this. I really needed to go shopping for something to put in the fridge or risk starvation because oodles of noodles just weren't cutting it.

I'm a growing boy. I need more than my share of seasoned Ramen with mixed eggs and onions and a cup of strawberry soda.

"Dude what the hell do you want me to do?" Koga was seriously pissing me off with his whiny ass attitude. The fool called me about twenty minutes ago wanting to head off to the mall for some reason but right when we were about to jet, it started to rain again. He should've known whenever our county got a forecast of ten percent rain it meant a hundred.

Now he's sitting on here bitching and moaning like a female. "It'll probably stop raining by tonight man. Chill, with that. You got my ears bleeding," I know he didn't just go there with me. "Yeah, yeah your mama's a prick," He's more worried about checking out the games at the mall, than anything else. I ain't gonna lie; I wanted to hit up the arcade too. I hadn't played Pac Man in about three weeks. Been too busy making sure all my stuff was together before the semester started. Most of you know how it is; some of you have already been through it.

Especially since we all only have about one week left of freedom before we become students, we had to do as much as we could before giving all of our attention to the professors. Friday was—wait hold up. I almost forgot that new dude.

Today is Friday so it's been what? About a week since that new man moved in Ms. Kendora's house and so far I'd seen him probably twice. Yes I've been paying that close attention because God wants me too. How do I know?

Look outside my window. You see that? It's rain. It's been raining nearly every damn day since the fool over there moved here. I think he's cursed or something. I haven't seen the sun since Moby Dick was a minnow. So there's nothing else to keep me sane besides being nosy.

Anyway the few times I'd seen him coming put it was to get a few more things back in his house from another mover's van with some lamps, a few addition furniture pieces, a dining set and a sweet Toshiba flat screen that would look pretty good in my living room. Everything taken in had a very nice brand I'm sure plastered in bronze somewhere.

But this will really get 'cha.

Once about seven o'clock last night I heard some noise outside that sounded like Mr. Mixon's BMW so I went to check it out but instead of Mr. Mixon I see Mr. Pretty Boy pulling in his driveway with a car that . . . sadly looked more expensive then mines. A 2012 Roll Royce Phantom darker then my hair on a new moon; It had an incredible shine and real dark tints that made you wonder what was happening on the inside.

I kept looking out the window at it just to make myself feel jealous—That's because I have this habit of doing what I call Personal Sadism— and I can't help noticing that it holds about twenty five well lit candles compared to my pitiful red 2010 Impala.

I sigh every time I think about that savage thing across the street. If Koga or Miroku saw that I'd be clowned for days. That alone, made me want to kick my neighbor's ass outta principle. I bet he thinks he's some kind of hot shot, walking around with all that fancy stuff and what not. Now see if I was twelve again I would've thrown a rock at his car and bust out the back window and left a couple of claw scratches with my initials—no wait, that sounds like something a bitter girl would do. But I'd still fuck up the back window.

I pulled back my curtains seeing nothing but dark gray fanning over the sky. That guy wasn't home it seemed. The baby skin car wasn't in the driveway . . . not that I gave a damn what he did so let's discuss something else. It was raining in sheets. Real heavy duty work out there. By the time the neighborhood got a free space from the rain, my grass was going to be up to my knees. Ugh it gets too hot cutting all that grass.

Just thinking about it was pissing me off as much as this whiny ass wolf. "Koga shut up. Got'damn dude look, we can go next week. Ain't shit going down on a rainy Friday."

I haven't heard someone bitch about every little thing like he did. "Hey don't get mad at me. If you got a problem with it take that to the devil. I ain't got anything to do with what God does." The lord knows my heart.

I was getting hungry. Need some nutrients to keep my body fit and tight. Ladies want a man with his body lean and swollen with a nice chest. I normally don't wear my pants too low but my jimmies always hang off my hips. Yes I'm that vain. Whenever I look in the mirror it's a sweet reminder why I feel so good. I have this cut around my hips that lead to Treasure Island.

And yes ladies the gold is worth the captain's weight.

"Koga—Koga. Ko . . ." I paused to squeeze my eyes free of the headache I knew was coming. For real he was getting on my last nerves. "Koga," I swear he won't let me get a word in edgewise. "Koga man shut up for a couple of minutes. Dang, I know but what about tomorrow? Oops no I forgot it's gonna rain tomorrow too." I should've just kept my mouth shut. Now he's going on and on about getting his hair wet.

I was looking through my cabinets hoping to find some kind of edible arrangement. My fridge was a lost cause. When I looked in there I damn near cried. My baby looked like she hadn't been fed in days. So that's why I let her be to scour around for some chips, cereal, nuts, pop tarts, something.

"Yes!" I cheered finding a box of Captain Crunch stored in the back. Now I knew I hit the jackpot because I had some milk left.

My favorite bowl the size of small trash can was pulled out sporting red all around. If you can't tell by now my favorite color is red. So take notes if you want a piece of me sometime soon ladies and no I'm not picky.

I sat at the table pouring a full bowl while still trying to calm my friend down from his menopause, "Koga, it's gonna be alright man. Hey we still got a full week before school starts. We can still hang out a little bit before then." The only reason I was suddenly in a good mood was because I was about to eat.

By now the bowl was about to spill over and I went to go get the jug—I jumped when I saw lightning. I'm still a puppy at heart so loud noises and sudden luminous flashes made me nervous. But I wouldn't let that ruin the moment. I was happier than I was when my mama bought me that red ball. My mouth was wet, drooling building up as I uncapped the milk and poured—"What the fu—" I said I poured . . .

"Ain't this about a monkey's uncle," I was back to being pissed. You won't believe this. I titled the milk jug over only to get a little spittle of milk. It just went splash. No long waterfall of clean cream making my bowl pile up or the bubbling residue erupting at the top; nothing. I think I covered about a quarter of my bowl.

In disbelief, I turned the pitcher over and waited for the moment of surprise when the milk would magically come forth.

But I got nada; nothing but a piss drip. "Damn," I hissed tossing the empty traitor in the trash. I was so mad. I had my heart set on eating that. "Nothing," Koga just asked me what's wrong. "I don't have any milk for my cereal. There was only a corner left." I picked up the bowl ready to throw the rest of it away because I don't do dry cereal but about half way through it I was officially planning to kick Koga's ass when he told me to use water. "You use water. I don't put water in my cereal dude. Stop watching that movie so much." Talking about water won't hurt. I haven't heard something so stupid.

I hung up the phone in his face when he started laughing and tossed the droid on the counter. He knows my temper isn't something to be mess with. I'll deal with him another time.

The cereal event made me lose my appetite so I went to just sit in the living room, once again forced to look out my window. I folded my arms on the back of my suave furred couch— yep it's red too. So is my love seat and matching chair.

Sometimes I felt good about watching the rain. I could do without the thundering and blue flashes though. But moments like now, I just chose to sit here and watch the water dribbling down the window panel and seeing the casual vehicle rushing by to get home. I would've played the game but again I couldn't do that because of implanted instinct. When I was little, my grandma would make us all sit in a small room and be quiet during the bad thunderstorms. She said no talking, playing, or anything plugged in when the lord was doing his work.

I didn't go around unplugging everything but I did do the rest. The thundering had lessened to mild rumbles but the flashes still came. I didn't pay any mind to them anymore. By then the rain was doing these petty pat noises that sounded really good in my ears. Each drop made them do this unconscious jump that kind of tickled. It felt so nice . . . really, really nice. So peaceful and . . . quiet.

Yeah I was tired of doing nothing. It was close to two o'clock when I woke up. I had a lovely cat nap but hadn't realized I'd gone to sleep. My head was half hanging off the back of the couch and I had a little drool on my mouth but from that dream I had it was worth the mess. Glad I'm too old to be having wet dreams.

It was still raining cats and dogs out there, no pun intended. Actually, it looked like it got worst. The clouds weren't gray but this malicious shade of black. I looked up through the wrinkled glass seeing nothing but thick angry cumulus big as mountains, towering on top of the others. Snaking streaks of lightning crackled a nasty trail across the sky and I decided being near the window wasn't the best idea.

Occasionally I'd get a little homesick during bad weather. I'm a huge mama's boy. When the thunder got too bad or the wind blew hard, sounding like a roaring monster I would spend the night with her and daddy until it rolled over.

My darling, I can't get enough of your love babe
Girl, I don't know, I don't know why
Can't get enough of your love babe
Oh, some things I can't get used to
No matter how I try
Just like the more you give, the more I want
And baby, that's no lie
Oh no, babe

"Thank you," I sighed contently. Like I said, God knows me well. That was my phone ringing my mama's ring tone. She knew how agitated I got during bad storms.

I hurried over to catch it before it went to voice mail and slide the screen over, "Hey Mom." I loved hearing her sweet voice. Made me feel all warm and fuzzy. "Nah I'm good," I laughed a little. She knew I couldn't lie to her. "I am a little bit. Storm's pretty bad up here. . . No I'm in walking out of the kitchen. . . No mom I'm not. I turned everything off. It's dark in here." In case any of you care I don't cuss around my mama. I have manners.

"Yes ma'am. I uhh," I looked around my house and my left ear drooped. She just asked if I was keeping things neat and clean. "It's good. A little untidy but nothing I can't do in a few minutes." Try two whole days. Clothes were lying all over, empty soda cans were sitting in other places, my house plant was wilted, my carpet needed to be vacuumed, and I needed a shower.

"Oh Mom guess what? You remember Ms. Kendora across the street? Yeah she moved out last week," That made me check out my window for some reason. And low and behold what do I see?

I frowned. Wait that wasn't the Phantom—Damn that was a sweet ass car there. "Oh Shit—Oh oh oh oh oh no ma'am I didn't cuss. I said ouch I need to sit!" She wasn't buying it. "Mom please don't beat me. I'm too old for switches." Geez hear she goes.

But I had a good reason for that. Guys check it out, I glance out the window and I had to do a double take. Last time we checked this guy had a Phantom. Now look again. You see that?

I don't even believe that's even available on the market yet. A black 2012 Bentley Continental GTC sitting like a gem in his driveway; oh my goodness and he was letting it get rained on? The evil bastard. I felt my heart breaking.

"Oh sorry Mom, I was listening," Why she always have to pull that 'then what did I just said' trick on me? "Something about me needing to pay attention because you have the voice of a sweet nightingale." Bingo. I could always charm my mama. "But Mom listen, there's someone already living in that house now. Yeah I know right? They hadn't even waited—what?" I looked at the phone like it had something gooey and brought it back to my ear. "Mom? Mom why? I don't know him. What the fu—are you serious? Mom, mom, mom, no I'm not talking back. No ma'am I wasn't being smart." I flipped back on my couch, ruffling my banes, annoyed.

"Yes ma'am." She just threatened to take a switch to my ass come next visit. "I'm sorry Mom. But Mom do I have too? I don't know him? That's not fair. Mom please," she wasn't having any of that. In case anyone's curious my mama just told me to make a welcome to the neighborhood dessert and take it over to the new guy. What the hell does she take me for? Folks don't do that up here. It's totally different from how we did things in my old home.

"Mom what if he thinks I'm a sissy," I hated whining but fuck. "Grown men don't make pies up here. You're gonna get my behind kicked." I crawled half way on the couch and looked outside again. The weather was starting to clear up. "Mom . . ." I sighed. "Yes ma'am. I will. Yes. Yes ma'am. I'll do it in the morning. I promise. Ok I'll talk to you soon. Love you too. Bye."

I tapped the screen off and flopped back, spreading my hair everywhere from the sudden move. Half my ponytail when underneath me as I throw a little temper tantrum that would make somebody terrified. To see a 6'2 hanyou kicking his feet in the air, pulling his white hair and balling up his lips like a child would've been a sight indeed. But I couldn't help it.

I didn't want to make no stupid ass pie for that guy. I know what some of you are thinking. Why do it when she won't know if you did or not right?

Wrong. Remember that old man Mr. Mixon? This world is small. He knew my mother when she was a little girl and promised to keep an eye on me for her. She calls him every week to see what I'm doing and he gives her a new data report every single time. Stupid ass fossil makes me sick. But that's humans for ya. When they get old they don't know when to mind their own business.

So nine times out of ten she was going to give him a call and check to see if I did what was asked.

I had to be careful with everything I did around here.

Oh well, no sense getting hissy. I had to get to work on that pie. Now remember I can cook my ass off in the kitchen so that wasn't a problem. But damn it's embarrassing. And I don't like him.

Yeah I know. I don't even know the guy but I just got that vibe to instantly dislike him. You know how you see someone who thinks he or she is the shit and you wanna knock them down a couple of pangs with a glare? Or in the ladies case, a stank look?

Well that's how it is. So after I clean up my place a little bit, I'll get to working on the dish.

I hope he wasn't home in the morning.

God hates me. I was really hoping it would rain today. I'm suing the weather company after this. I had my plan set in full effect about why I couldn't give the man his pie today. It would've been perfect. All I had to do was call my mama and tell her that the rain hadn't stopped and she could check the weather channel for proof. But oh no. This time when Mr. Al said the chances of rain were ten percent it was correct this time.

Look at that? Not a damn gray speck in the sky. I couldn't stop evil eyeing the pretty white clouds and the sparkling blue eyed sky. "Ain't this about a bitch," I grumbled.

By seven thirty in the morning I gave up and went to finish up making the pie. I decided to go with Ms. Kendora's Lemon Meringue because I'd be the devil's ass before I let Mr. Pretty get a sample of my mama's apple pie. That was reserved only for me and daddy.

I was proud of myself for cleaning the house last night. Everything was back in order and neatly placed in its original areas. My last deal was to vacuum the floor which didn't take too long and I made sure to dust around the house with my swifter. I always cleaned with a scarf around my head to keep my hair out of my face and to keep it from dropping in the cleaning liquids. I polished the china, the wooden furniture, watered my dying lily and even folded my clothes.

Mama would be so happy.

But this was only an excuse to keep from having to go across the street.

I looked at the clock and couldn't believe I'd only killed about an hour and twenty minutes; that included my shower and washing my hair. All of my hair.

I admitted defeat by then. There was no going around it and so I went to get dressed in a pair of navy blue jeans and a red sleeveless shirt. I was tempted to braid my hair back because it was still wet and if I blow dried it we were going to have a real poodle effect. So I went with a simple brush, spray over and fluff.

With sneakers on and a smile fit to knock a model's panties off, I grabbed my pie and went to get this over with.

I wasn't planning on staying there too long so I left the door unlocked and slapped on my sunglasses to block off the sun's suddenly glitter glare. I offered my own dirty look above and sighed. I seriously had hoped for some rain. But judging by that beautiful atmosphere we weren't even going to get a drizzle.

Giving myself a whatever shrug, I fixed my clothes up, made sure my hair was in place and twitched my ears to perfect perks. My stroll on was on now.

I waved to Mr. Mixon knowing he was waiting for me to come outside since he was watering his grass with a wide smile—for real? After we just got a bucket load of rain? Who was the old man fooling?

The little area hadn't woke up due to it being a Saturday morning so crossing the paved road was easy without having to look both ways. It felt odd coming over here knowing Ms. Kendora wasn't living here anymore. It seemed off somewhat with all the newness radiating off everything. The grass looked greener, the patio looked more cultivated and that fucking Bentley was winking at me. I tsked my lips and kicked the back wheel.

It jacked up my stride because my toe was hurting but I didn't care. The car pissed me off.

When I came up to the door, I noticed that the two story abode looked . . . bigger somehow. I don't know why but it could've been because of all the additional things placed here and there or something.

Ding Dong.

At least the door bell was the same. I turned around looking to be sure no one could see me holding a pie in my man and waited.

My stomach sunk when I heard a deep voice say "Just a minute."

I heard hard steps coming towards the door and I instantly got sick. This was dumb. I wasn't going to sit here waiting for this man to take a pie. I'm ditching.

I was about to put the pie on the ground and make a mad dash for my house but the front door opened and all I saw when I looked up was gray sweatpants and black house shoes. The toes inside wiggled and as I went on, it seemed the legs wouldn't ever end.

I just kept going up, and up and up. Past his waist, over what I knew was a chest bigger than mines inside a skin tight white spandex and I suddenly forgot to breathe when I saw that face . . . Oh my damn.

"God, is that you?"

TBC: Please tell me he didn't say that out loud? Lol.