O8.
Chris
All classes were cancelled today so that meant I had all day to do nothing. I was actually happy about that more than anything because it'll give me time to run some errands. An idea sparked in my head and I jogged upstairs to my bedroom.
Slipping into my sneakers, I grabbed my car keys. I walked out of the house and was greeted by the heat of California. My eyes settled on the house across the street, Maree's house. Thoughts of our kiss swam in my mind before I hopped in my car. I definitely need a replay of that moment.
The plan was to go to CVS and pick up some hair dye. This blonde shit was getting played. When I pulled up to the pharmacy, it was pretty abandoned. I hopped out and walked to the entrance. The automatic doors opened widely at my arrival.
Walking to the hair product aisle, I examined the many options. After a prolonged search, I finally grabbed the Just For Men shit. I never used a kit to dye my hair, I just bleached it. I grabbed a bottle of shampoo before stepping to the register. The woman behind the register was pretty gorgeous, I must admit. She was no Maree but she was cute.
"How are you?" she asked seductively, eying my upper body.
"Good. You?" I asked huskily while placing the shampoo and hair dye on the counter.
"I'm good." she smiled before scanning my items. My bottom lip tucked between my teeth as inappropriate thoughts filled my head. It's been a minute and this girl looks like she can fulfill my needs.
"That'll be $13.24. Do you have a CVS card?" she asked with a bright smile.
"Nah, sweetheart. Here's a twenty. Keep the change. That's for your great customer service." I smirked. She blushed and we exchanged off the money and my bag. When I was going to walk away, she tapped my forearm.
"You should take my number, mystery guy." she suggested with lust filled eyes. Boldness. I like it. I handed her my Blackberry and watched intently as she placed her number in my contacts. Once she was finished, she handed my phone back.
"My name's Caesar by the way." I smiled faintly. She nodded and licked over her lips.
"Well, see you around, Caesar." she grinned before tending to her long line of customers. They looked pretty aggravated but who the hell cares? I don't. I walked out of the pharmacy and to my car. Once I was inside, I realized something.
"Fuck! I forgot the fuckin' meds." I growled, hanging my head low. Too lazy to go back inside, I made my way towards my next destination. Chris will be alright until tomorrow. I needed to get a new pair of clippers because my hair was growing out. Plus, I don't trust anybody else when it comes to my shit.
Just like CVS, the Target parking lot was vacant. I parked near the entrance and got out. Treading inside, the cold air from the air conditioner hit me. It felt relieving after being in this California sun.
Looking for these damn clippers had me on a hunt. No matter what aisle I went in, there were none to be found. This was like a mega, super Target or some shit. I noticed an employee stocking up some bottles and figured I'd ask for some assistance.
"Excuse me, miss? Can I have some help?" I asked politely. Whenever I have to be nice, it makes me want to fucking throw up. That Carlton Banks shit is for Chris.
"Uh, yeah. What do you need help with?" she asked, standing up from her crouched position.
"Clippers for my hair. Where can I find them?" I questioned while examining her body. She was alright. Not better looking than Paris. And definitely not better looking than Maree.
"Oh, aisle six." she smiled faintly before tending back to her job. Shrugging, I walked to the aisle. Women normally went crazy over me. I didn't let it faze me as I came in contact with the clippers that I was looking for. I grabbed the box and headed to the register. After paying, I hopped in my car and headed to Wendy's.
Ten minutes later, I was back at home. I gathered all of my bags and went inside of the house. Arnold, the interior decorator, did an amazing job with everything. Down to the last detail. My house had a medieval touch to it. All it needed was torches on the wall and it would be perfect. He told me that was a bit of a hazard so I was like, fuck it. Either way, my entire home looked like I was of the royalty. Caesar can only have the best.
Biting into my second cheeseburger, I jogged up the steps. Once I was inside my bedroom, I placed the dye and the clippers on the bed. Chris wanted this whole artistic blonde shit and I wanted black. The only way he won't change it back is if I cut it. Or better yet, he won't change it back if I don't let him.
Maree
"Hey, Patrick? You know what's funnier than twenty four? What? Twenty fiveee." I said along to Spongebob. After my mom made me breakfast and went to work, I curled up on the couch. Suspension wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It's like being on a paid vacation from work. You have nothing to worry about. I have to thank Tamir when I get back to school.
In the middle of watching TV, my phone vibrated loudly against the glass coffee table. Sucking my teeth, I leaned forward to retrieve it. I was getting an incoming phone call from Chris.
"Hello?" I smiled into the phone. Absentmindedly, I starting twirling my hair with my finger. Once I caught my girly action, I abruptly stopped.
"Sup, baby?" he spoke into the phone. I scrunched up my face and checked my phone. Was this the Chris that I thought it was? The contact name read 'Chrissy :)' so I'm guessing it was.
"Uh, nothin'. Watchin' Spongebob. What are you doin'?" I asked.
"Bout to come see you. I got a surprise." he chuckled.
"Oh yeah? I don't do well with surprises so think about it first." I giggled but my words held truth. I don't like being caught off guard with anything.
"You'll like it, I'm sure. Open the door." he replied. Just then, my doorbell rang. Happily, I jumped up from the couch and skipped to the door. I stopped and breathed before greeting Chris. After composing myself, I opened it. There stood Chris with a new haircut. His blonde was gone and replaced with black. This new cute and color looked much more cleaner on him. He even trimmed his facial hair up.
"You look so cute!" I cooed. He sucked his teeth and walked deeper into the house. He raveled me into a tight hug and rocked us back and forth.
"I'm a man. I look sexy, aight?" he grumbled before licking his lips. This cockiness was new coming from Chris. I nodded anyway, not really caring about what was leaving his lips but only caring about his lips. I've been feigning to kiss him since last night.
"What do you wanna do today?" I asked once reality had set back in. He shrugged before leaning against the front door.
"We can watch TV, I guess. I can't really take you anywhere." he mumbled. His words held slight disappointment. Our age differences and relationship level will make publicity between us difficult. If my mom ever found out that I was going around town with the new neighbor, she would bury me alive and then dance on my grave. Okay, I'm being dramatic but she'll be livid pissed.
"Why don't we ever go to your house?" I asked Chris. A change of scenery would be better than sitting in my house all day long.
"You want to? We can go now." he said while stroking his chin hair. I nodded and jogged upstairs to my room. After slipping into a crew neck, some leggings, and my moccasins, I went downstairs. Chris was standing by the door, playing on his phone.
"Come on." he beckoned before grabbing my hand. His actions caught me by surprise but I wasn't complaining. We walked outside of the house and made the short walk to his home. Once he unlocked the door, he pushed it open and let me in first. I've only been to his house once but some renovations were clearly made.
The interior was very… old looking. When I say that I mean like the royalty. He doesn't have the modern furniture like back inside my house. The walls were decorated with French Revolutionary art. The lighting was very dim and mellow. It's like I took a trip back to the medieval times.
"Your house is very unique." I said honestly. Chuckling, he nodded his head to my words.
"You want a tour?" he smirked. I nodded and once again he linked our hands together. I won't lie; the interior made me more curious about who this 'Dr. Brown' really was.