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Aisha Bell

Twenty four hours had passed and Cordaé never called. I wasn’t upset just disappointed. I figured since he said he’d call that he’d do what he said. But here I was still waiting.

Deciding to clean my house, I put on New Edition’s Christmas album. I hadn’t heard from Chardonnay and honestly, I wasn’t even tripn. I hoped she wasn’t upset about me telling her that I was interested in her brother but even if she was, I didn’t care.

After finishing my cleaning, I made myself a huge salad with cherry koolaid and plopped down on the couch resting.

Since it was the season of happiness and love, joy and giving, I turned on the Hallmark channel to find some romance movie to watch.

It’s the season of giving, I repeated in my head. Gift giving.

Digging into my salad, I picked up my phone and called Cordaé.

“Hello, Aisha.” He greeted.

“You got me stored in? Awe, look at you,” I teased. “What are you doing?”

“Just at home. Jack came by but that’s it.”

“No family time today?”

“No. Char is busy and my parents are having a couples day.”

“That’s what you should be doing,” I moved from my couch and put my dishes in the sink.

“What? A couples day?” I could hear the confusion in his voice.

“Yea. With me,” I entered into my bedroom stripping out of my clothes.

“I’m single and girls don’t like me like that.”

“How do you know that?”

“By their body language,” he huffed. “You’re like the first girl to show any interest.”

“Really?” I found that hard to believe. “No female has ever flirted with you?”

“Not like you.”

“I’m one of a kind, baby,” I chuckled.

“And I’m a huge introvert.”

“I use to be like that too until the right one brought the freak outta me.”

I heard him gasp.

“I have company, so I’ma call you back.”

“Or you could just invite me over,” I offered an alternative.

I could hear his male company speaking in the background telling him that he’d leave. Through the muffled sounds I could hear Cordaé protesting. Pressing my ear to the phone, they went back and forth and then Cordaé spoke.

“Sorry about that,” he cleared his throat.

“Did he leave?” I turned on the shower water and got in.

“Umm, yea.”

“Good,” I turned my back to the water. “So you gonna text me your address?”

“Okay. Yea. Sure,” his voice cracked.

“I want to give you a Christmas gift.”

“I don’t need a gift.”

“I know but I want to give you one,” I sung those words, washing my body.

When my phone vibrated in my hand and I made sure it was Cordaé sending his information, I cut the conversation short.

“Anyway, I’ll see you in a few.”