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Next part coming up soon, I feel like y'all will really enjoy it ;)


"Reese this is a dinner, not a dick appointment," I said, huffing as I stepped out of my family's mini-van parked in front of Isaiah's house. 

"Sure it isn't," she said through the phone. "Let me know how it tastes!" 

Reese hung up the phone, leaving me to wonder if she was referring to the dinner or...something else. I shook the thought off, walking up to the King's door to ring the doorbell. 

I shifted nervously as I waited on the step. I never met Isaiah's parents before this, they didn't acknowledge my existence at the hospital so I wanted to make a good first impression considering I'm Isaiah's...something. 

The door opened revealing a little girl who looked a little bit younger than the twins. She was wearing a red sundress with matching bobbles. Her face lit up once we made eye contact. 

"Hi I'm Sarai, my brother is really happy that you're here." she giggled.

Adorable.

She opened the door wider, smiling brightly as she motioned for me to come in. Sarai took my hand, announcing that she was going to give me a tour of the house. We walked into the combined kitchen and living room where Mrs. King was preparing dinner, her hair was slicked up into a thick ponytail and she wore thigh length shorts with a black shirt that read: 'Black Girls Rock!' lettered with pink rhinestones. 

"Momma, Amour is here!" Sarai called.

Isaiah's mother let out a high pitched squeal, running over to me and engulfing me in a bone-crushing hug. "It's so nice to finally meet you baby!" she gushed. 

I hugged back to the best of my ability, my words came out in short breathes. "It's...nice to meet you...too...Mrs. King." I choked. 

She let go. "Call me Pandora," she insisted. "I hope you like spaghetti, that's all we eat in this house."

"I don't remember the last time I've had homemade spaghetti," I pondered. "My mom makes us eat tajín covered jicama every Tuesday so we can be healthy," I told, putting air quotes around the healthy part.

Pandora laughed, pinching my cheek in the process. "You're adorable. I'll call y'all down when I finish cooking."

"Okay!" Sarai piped. "Come on Amour I wanna show you my room!" 

She tugged at my shirt, leading me up the stairs and into a pink princess-themed bedroom. Sarai ran over to her desk and took out a golden trophy shaped like a bee from a sheld full of awards and ribbons. Her hair bobbles bounced as she happily ran towards me with a shiny gold award.

"This is when I got first place in the spelling bee last year!" she handed it to me. "I won with the word Czechoslovakia." Sarai smiled proudly. 

"Wow," I mused, taken aback by the thought of a second grader being smarter than me. 

In second grade I was sticking erasers up my nose while I covered my hands in glue. It seemed like everyone in this family had some secret nerd talent I didn't know about. Especially Sarai. I sat on her Tiana themed bed while she showed me various awards and blue ribbons for Jr. Mathletes, the science fair, and even one for robotics club. 

I was a senior in high school, sitting there feeling stupid as fuck. 

"So Amour," she sat next to me. "Are you gay, bisexual, or something else? I have a feeling you're gay but I don't wanna assume anything and I also think you might be a power bottom but again, I don't wanna assume anything." she rambled.

My jaw dropped. 

"Aren't you kinda young to know about that stuff?" I questioned.

Sarai shrugged. "I'm very observative." 

"You really wanna know?" I raised a brow.

Sarai nodded. "Okay. Well first of all, yeah I'm a full homosexual, and two, you could say I'm versatile when it comes to doin' the dirty," I chuckled. "The last two times I topped though."

"Two?" Sarai gasped. "Wow! How many times have you..." she lowered her voice. "Done it?"

Was I really explaining my sex life to a seven-year-old?

Yes. Yes, I was.

I counted on my fingers. "Only like, three or four times maybe? A lot of straight guys like to experiment Junior year." I said truthfully.

Sarai looked impressed. "Well, my brother isn't experimenting. He really likes you Amour, I hope you really like him too." 

I smiled. "I do."

"Good," Isaiah's deep voice boomed from the door. "It would be awkward if you didn't."

I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him. "How much did you hear?" I whispered into his ear. 

He laughed, pulling back. "Only all of it."

"Yikes." I huffed. "You know, I never thanked you for saving me from getting suspended yesterday." 

Isaiah shrugged. "I wouldn't have had a date to the dance if you were suspended." He smirked, leaning on the doorframe. 

"Date?" 

"I've been thinking a lot lately," Isaiah started. "I guess the whole Maddog situation with Bobby made me realize that life's too short to keep avoiding things because you're scared. I know I've told you thinks but I really like you Amour, and maybe going to the dance will help me show it."

"But what about your parents and the team and–"

"I'm not telling my parents any time soon, and my coach is chill, ion know about the team tho," he trailed off. "It doesn't matter, as long as you're okay with it."

I thought about it. As much as I wanted to be with Isaiah the whole thing seems almost rushed in a way, we haven't really hung out together since we talked about our feelings and now he wants to go to the dance together. "Zay, I don't know, isn't it too soon for all that?" I say. "We haven't even went out on a date yet."

"That's why I wanna take you to the dance! It'll be our real first date." he smiled.

I huffed. "Okay." 

He grinned widely. It made me happy knowing Isaiah wanted people to know that we were together, even if it meant others finding out he was...bi? I don't know exactly, but the fact that he's been getting more comfortable in his sexuality made my heart happy. I was still nervous about coming out to a new school, George is nothing like Catholic school but honestly, coming out to the hood is almost just as bad.

"ISAIAH!" a voice echoed from downstairs. 

 A annoyed groan escaped Isaiah's lips. "Food's ready," he stated flatly. 

Sarai rushed downstairs, I followed behind her and Isaiah behind me. 

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"How's school going Amour?" Isaiah's mom asked, setting a plate of steaming spaghetti in front of me. 

"This looks amazing Pandora," I complimented. "And school is, you know, school."

She laughed, setting a plate in front of Isaiah, hitting his head when he tried to stuff a meatball in his mouth. "We're saying grace first fatass." she scolded. "Amour I hope you don't mind."

I shook my head.

After Mrs. King sat down we all joined hands, something I haven't done in forever. My family started to distance themselves from the church after the whole hospital situation, my mother thought it would be best for my emotional state. 

"Dear heavenly father," Mrs. King started. "Thank you for blessing us with this meal on this lovely evening. I hope you continue to bless our family with love and happiness, I hope you are also showing love to the..." she stopped to think, nudging me in the process. 

"Arreaga," I told her without opening my eyes.

"...the Arreaga family," she said, pronouncing it wrong. " Aight, let's eat. Amen." 

"Amen," we repeated. 

Isaiah let go of our hands quickly, digging into his plate. I shook my head, grabbing ahold of my fork and twisting the sauce covered noodles around, a slam of the door causing all of our heads to turn. 

"You made it just in time for dinner!" Isaiah's mom smiled, getting up and kissing who I guessed was Isaiah's dad on the cheek.

He had Isaiah's eyes and nose. "You must be Amour?" he asked me. 

"Yessir." I nodded. 

Isaiah's dad sat down between his mother and Sarai, directly across from me. "No practice today son?" his attention was directed towards Isaiah.

"Coach had something come up," Isaiah shrugged, playing with his food. 

"Y'all got an assistant coach, don't you? Y'all should still be having practice, coach or no coach." his father told.

Isaiah rolled his eyes when his father wasn't looking. "Alright dad." he muttered. 

Isaiah's father took a seat across from me, his dark eyes staring directly into mine. "You play any sports Amour?" 

"I take a kickboxing class every week, but none at school," I explained.

He nodded. "The dance is in two days, I'm guessing you have a date already?" he questioned.

Pandora slapped his arm. "Kerry stop tryna interrogate him." 

"I'm just curious."

Sarai was mouthing the word 'no' as she shook her head while Isaiah was giving me a look that read: 'if my dad finds out we're together he'll kill both of us.'  I was told briefly about Isaiah's homophobic father; before I came over I had to make sure I didn't look too gay.

"It's completely fine Mr. King," I put on a fake smile. "I'm going with my friends this year, my girlfriend and I recently broke up so I'm not looking for a relationship right now." I lied. 

He stroked his stubble. "Sorry to hear that Amour," he looked towards Isaiah. "I hope you have a date, it's your senior year after all." 

I let out a chuckle as Isaiah rubbed his temples in annoyance. "Can we talk about something other than basketball and my love life? Are you capable of doing that?"

Pandora threw a meatball at Isaiah's head, they collided with a wet 'SPLAT' sound, causing Isaiah to grimace as spaghetti sauce dripped down his face. I tried my best to keep my laugh in, but the smirk of satisfaction on Pandora's face and the fire in Isaiah's eyes made me lose it. 

"What the fu–

She raised another meatball. "Don't make me throw another one boy, you betta apologize to your father for talkin' back like that." she scolded.

Still laughing, I handed Isaiah my napkin, which he gladly took to wipe off his forehead, mumbling something in the process. 

"I'm tired of talking about the same thing over and over again ma! It's always practicing this, basketball this, girlfriend that." he ranted.

"Because those are the important things Isaiah." his father chimed in. 

Isaiah squinted. "No, they aren't! I could care less about a girlfriend right now," our eyes connected for half a second. "I told you earlier today that the team wants me to take their senior pictures this year! You ignored me and asked when the next game was."

His father raised a brow. "For money?"

"Yeah cause that's what the fuck a photographer does." 

"Isaiah what did I say about that shit?" his mom spoke up.

He rolled his eyes. "You know what? Fine, sorry. Can Amour and I be excused?" 

Isaiah's dad waved us off. "Fine." 

I got up and followed Isaiah into his backyard, just a tiny bit disappointed that I didn't get to finish my spaghetti. 

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I was pulled towards the corner of the house and pinned by Isaiah's muscular arms against a brick wall. My heart was beating faster with every second that passed by, I watched as his eyes flickered over my body, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His anger was showing, his breathing began to pick up while the palms of his hands attempted to grab the wall harshly. 

Our faces only inches apart, I could feel his breath on my lips. "You have no idea how fucking bad I wanna kiss you right now." 

I brought my hands to his cheeks. "Don't." 

He backed away, pouting. "Why not?"

"You aren't ready." 

"But you're my boyfriend," he whined.

"Isaiah just becau–Did you just say, boyfriend?" My brows furrowed.

He chuckled. "Yes Amour, I want you to be my boyfriend," his arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. "Only if you're okay with that?" 

"I would love that," I said with a wide smile. 

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