Trip to Miami

The sound from the alarm causes me to awake....she wasn't in bed....guess I've to get used to this, she wakes up early. I get off the bed and head towards the living room, but she wasn't there. The sound of plates clattering on the floor drew my attention towards the kitchen and I thought that she might at least be in the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen but she wasn't there.... that brought my thoughts to "where could she be"?"

"Babe?" I call out but there was no response and then I hear the sound of water splash from the shower and I figured that she might be in the shower, so I thought less about it. I walk into the kitchen to fix myself a cup of coffee and then she walks right in....in her nightie.

"Oh you're done? So quick". I say to her.

"I don't understand".

"With showering I mean". I say.

"I haven't had my bath".

"Then what's that water sound from the shower?" I ask.

"Oh shit! The faucet!" She says before scampering away.

I get coffee done and take it to the room. She was on a white towel with this white stuff wrapped up on her head, totally concealing her hair. She had a face mask on too.

"Uh, I see you're going to shower. Coffee?" I ask.

"Sure". She takes the cup from me and we both sit on the bed, sipping our coffee and discussing.

"When's the flight scheduled for today again?" She asks.

"Oh yeah...that. By 11am". I say.

"Really?! It's 10:22!" She says and drops the coffee cup on the bedside table before making a hasty run for the bathroom.

I walk out of the room to use another bathroom.

_______________________________________________________

We get done in a jiffy and we're on our way to the airport. We arrive at the airport in 30 minutes and get everything done...there was a long silence till we got to our destination.

"Are we going to be lodged in a hotel at Miami?" She asks.

"Pff, no. My family's at Miami and so, we'd stay at my parent's house in Miami, so you're officially going to meet my parents....Naomi already got you some set of clothes".

"What? Hell no...I can't wear those....they're so long and boring for my taste. I packed my own set of clothes and it's what's in the booth. I didn't take the ones Naomi got me". She says.

"I thought Naomi put that in the booth herself".

"Well, yeah she did but I swapped it. I don't wanna pretend and dress like someone else to meet your parents. If they have the wrong impression about me....then it's their loss". She says with ego. We are out of the car and get our stuffs from the booth....there stood

"Really?!" I ask

"Yeah baby". Came her reply.

"You do realize I'm paying you for this huh?

She gives me this judging look before walking ahead of me. We stop mid way into the house...the house seemed empty....I tried calling mom but she didn't answer her phone. Then the thought of calling dad trooped in...I glide my finger through the figures and then I stop recalling he would definitely be in a meeting and he wouldn't pick up. Juanita was already out of town....studying in Canada...it was pointless calling her, she wouldn't know where everyone is. Juanita's my sister. We head upstairs and then we pause in front of my room.

"Seems your family went on vacation". She says.

I laugh a bit...."Don't crack me up now". I say.

"What? What's funny?"

"Really? Vacation? It's not even summer yet, and even if it was.... vacation? Not really". I reply.

"It doesn't have to be summer before you can go on a vacation🙍🤦🤦humans....no, let's be specific....Americans....like y'all bore me yo. It's not like your family works in a school or something...going on vacation only during summer and likely winter....that's high school talk now".

"Yeah, right. I've a busy family that don't do vacation...literally, they do nothing fun....just focus on increasing the figures....that's all we do". I say taking my luggage inside.

"That's really boring! How'd you live with that? That explains the sarcasm...the arrogance and the all-serious nature....I mean....your childhood was zero fun. Okay....did you ever get on a swing or a roller coaster or a merry-go-round? Did you ever pull a prank on someone? Did you ever run late for school and give a dumb ass reason? Did you ever egg someone's house literally because you hate 'em? Did you even play chess? Jeez🤦". She asks.

"I did none of that. I didn't play chess, I didn't go on a merry-go-round....or a swing or whatever....that's boring and childish. And why would I egg someone's house because I hate 'em? That's way too childish yo...and yes I didn't play chess but my childhood was really fun. Did you ever get to count up to a thousand dollars at 3? I mean your own money....yeah I never attended clubs or parties....but my childhood was fun. I didn't see the Teletubbies movie or the Tom and Jerry movie....that sucks....I saw action...real action....I watched movies featuring Dwayne Johnson...I mean those kinda actors...I wasn't a kid. I made cool cash steady....and I ate it because I earned it. I read newspapers and did all an adult could do. I had a secretary, I attended meetings...I never had to bury my head in a book all in the name of studying or doing assignments...it's all for losers....while y'all were wasting away your childhood....I made good use of mine. What'd that rollercoaster, merry-go-round whatever give you? Satisfaction....that's all....mine gave me cool cash baby...I never had to worry about anything but money". I say.

"That's a whole lot.....geez your childhood sucked! You call all those childish? Yeah, they are but they count as a happy memories....one to look back on. Would you be happy to recall all the money you lost...how richer you'd have been if you saved all that shit up? That sucks. You never did assignments.....means you flaunted our grades hmm? What are you going to teach your future kids?"

"Future kids??? Well, money making. I'll teach them what I call the art of money making and how to become a billionaire at 3". I say totally ignoring her questioning the grades.

"Bullshit....you weren't even a millionaire at 3....how're you gonna teach that? And stop ignoring the question. There's all to it that I've said than just what you'd teach our future kids".

"Future kids....that sounds weird coming from someone who doesn't fancy me". I say.

"Hey????? Are you gonna answer or what?" She asks with her arms folded and her lips pouted.

"Yeah....I was a dummy but that doesn't matter now does it? I went to Oxford and I did real well but those certificates are useless, they couldn't get me a darn job....so what exactly is the point?"

"You got into Oxford? H-h-how?" She asks.

"H-h-how?" I mimick her. "I picked up after my uncle promised me half a billion dollars if I made it through Oxford". I say.

"🤦You studied to get through Oxford with brilliant grades for the sake of half a billion dollars??? You're really sick Jason".

"Yeah....can we?" I ask pointing towards the door.

"Successfully complete your sentence". She says.

"I'm ushering you out the door....we've to get downstairs".

"Well, it looked like you were asking if you could shut the door". I say.

"Fuck! You understood and yet made me complete a sentence...evil".

We head downstairs to get the house in order and probably fix a meal or more still, order one.

We have a short discussion on food and settle with ordering a large sized pizza. We were watching movies now, I was cuddled up right under his arms...staring at him while we watched movies. I let my guard down so fast and easy...something I've never done my entire life. In as much as I loved to be cuddled with his arms over me, I still wanted to play hard-to-get. I recoil from his arms...distancing myself from him. I was sitting now, legs crossed on the couch with a pillow in between my legs. For once I pretended to be seriously focused on the movie when he almost caught me staring.

He inquired of what was went when I recoiled but then I just shrugged my shoulders acting as though it was nothing. He nudged at me with his foot...I shift to the far end of the couch. The delivery man was taking ages to get here and I was getting very hungry and exhausted too. I lay on the couch...and take my phone out of my pocket. He was sitting now, and my legs were on his laps...crossed. I get busy on my phone while he massages my foot. I wasn't seeing the movie anymore and so was he. I got up and left to fix myself a glass of water. Returning to the living room, he was all busy on his phone and didn't even notice my presence. I walk up to the couch and lay down, my head on his laps this time, he didn't even act as though someone was there, he kept scrolling through his phone. I scroll through mine as well, for a moment before breaking the silence.

"The delivery guy's taking way too much time, I'm very hungry I can hear my stomach growl for food already". I say whilst pressing my phone.

" He's gonna be here sooner". He says and with that, he blacks out his phone screen, eyes peeking down on me now...I felt butterflies...he had really beautiful eyes...dark blue eyes, almost crystalline. It's lovely infact. He was touching my hair, making this to and fro motion of touching my hair or smoothening it all back.

"You're so beautiful".

He's never said that to me, it felt heavenly and divine infact, the butterflies just wouldn't shush.

I felt my face flush pink. 'Was that really necessary? I didn't have to do that'. I beat myself up about the issue for a couple more seconds before saying 'thank you', stuff almost came out like a whisper.