I reached for the phone, knowing who it was, with a tainted smile upon my face.

Flipping up the phone as if I were being timed, I said “Hello”. Clearing my throat, making it as delightful as possible, I glanced at the clock as it read 3:42 a.m. Surprised, I waited for him to respond to my greeting.

In a deep distinguished, loving voice he said, “Uh, Yeah um. . . Can I come over?”

Without thinking twice, I responded, “Yeah.”

Abruptly hanging up the phone, I waited about three minutes to get up, stretching my body as if I were a gymnast. I placed my right foot down on the ice cold, wood floor, and the left one followed. I then stood up blinking quickly about four times. Opening the door, I proceeded to my bathroom. My right hand moved the light switch and brought light into the room, nearly blinding me.

I looked in the mirror; staring back at me was a girl with almond shape eyes, a small nose with jet black, shoulder length hair and full pink lips. I adjusted the water until it was perfectly luke warm. Grabbing my face towel, wiping my face with both hands, I revealed my even toned, brown skin slowly form underneath the towel. I twirled the towel tightly, released the water, and hung it on the thin silver rod.

Walking as light as a mouse to the window, trying not to wake my mother, I opened the blinds and stared at the lonely street, seeing the bright street light and the bumpy cracked lane.  Feeling butterflies in my stomach, I patiently waited for Alfonzo to arrive. Still waiting, the love in my heart exploded begging to flow through the rest of my body. Hearing nothing but dead silence, I tried to perfect myself running my fingers through my hair.

Finally, I saw the dark blue Caravan turn the corner and slowly pull and park in front. The lights of the van went from bright to dim to off. I heard the roar of the engine cease. As the door opened a white gym shoe stepped out of the car and the right one followed. Staring at him, I noticed he had on a grey tank top with black gym shorts.

We exchanged smiles and replied, “Come down and open the gate”.

At the bottom of the stairs, I reached down to the black iron gate; grasping the latch I twisted it, releasing the latch. Pausing and staring into each other’s souls he breaks the silence with the words, “I love you”.

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