“Come play. I know you’re bored. I ain’t gon say it again.”
Daee removed the blanket, her pretty brown thighs exposed. She stood, bringing her phone and the blanket with her. She sat down on the matching bean bag chair that I was on, covering her legs. I held out the other controller to her.
“Don’t break my shit,” I warned her.
Her eyes lit up if she’d been waiting for a moment like this.
“What are we playing?” Daee queried, getting comfortable.
“2K now. That zombie shit might be too much for ya,” I laughed.
“You right,” she giggled. “Now 2K…I be whooping my lil’ brother in this game all the time. I hope you’re ready to be cryin’!”
I kissed my teeth. “Girl?—”
We played, and I’ll be damned if she wasn’t good, just not good enough to handle me. I whooped Daee’s ass every time. She wasn’t just button-mashing; she knew what she was doing. She sank threes and had a few nasty crossovers that had me sitting straight up. We trash-talked one another, the earlier tension in the kitchen completely forgotten.
Daee jumped up. “Ohhh you see that? That was all me!” she yelled after sinking a fadeaway jumper at the buzzer to end the half.
“Luck,” I grumbled. “Pure luck.”
“Keep telling yourself that, she giggled, sitting back down. Daee yawned.
The game went down to the wire. I was up by four with five seconds left, but I had to give it to Daee; she never gave up. She didn’t whine either. She played better than Kasina, and I couldn’t wait to break her heart and tell her that shit.
Daee handed me the controller. I put it down and started to roll up before I took my ass back to the bedroom.
“You want to um…watch a Christmas movie?”
As I sealed the blunt, my eyes darted up to her. “Oh, are you asking me on a date?” I bantered.
“What? No!” she squealed loudly. “Just forget about it.”
I cackled as I flicked my lighter and lit the blunt. Leaning forward, I grabbed the remote and pressed the Tubi button, and told Daee, “Pick one.” I tossed the remote over to her.
“Don’t try to play me when I pick some mushy shit.”
“Maaan, you better pick The Grinch or som’n.” I turned my nose up. “Or Home Alone.”
Daee tilted her head. “We can do Home Alone, crybaby.”
I cut my eyes over to Daee. “Who the fuck a crybaby?”
She giggled with her tongue sticking out.
“Aight.”
I stood, stretching, and joined her on the couch, by her feet. Daee pulled her feet into her. With my free hand, I grabbed her feet to pull them back down.
“Maybe you’re not a grinch after all,” Daee said as the movie started.
I snorted. “Shiiid. I don’t like people fo’ real. I don’t care fo’ the holidays either.”
“So what if you got with a girl who does all that. Like,” Daee licked her lips, and my dick twitched. I placed my hand on my lap. “…she wants you to take her shopping for decorations, put the tree together, bake…”
“I must really love her to do that shit,” I snickered, “…and I don’t ever see myself in love like that.”
“Ever?” she questioned. “How old are you?”
