“Oh, you did not just say yo!” Lily screeched. Miles looked at her for a second and turned back to the girl.
“Hey,” Blue said giggling. She crossed her arms, and got serious. “Look, I’m really sorry for getting mad at you.”
“No problem,” Miles waved it off. “So, whatcha doing here?”
“To apologize, now that I know you are grounded.”
“Ah,” Miles nodded, looking around. “I don’t see my mother or father, so,” He grabbed his shirt and jacket, putting them on. “Were off?
“Only if you’re sure you wanna risk it.”
“I only risk it for people who I’d like to spend time with,” He flirted, closing the door. The girl blushed, giggling.
“Oh, you’re so sweet,” She smiled at him. He smiled back, walking down the drive with the girl.
“Well, you’re very pretty, so I guess that makes us even,” He grinned, looking up.
“So, where we going?” Miles asked, kicking a rock into a ditch. She smiled.
“Well, we could go get coffee,” She suggested, giggling. He nodded and thanked God he put his wallet in his jacket.
“Sure,” He nodded again, looking around paranoid his mother would drive next to the walking couple.
“Yo, Green!” The boys grinned, fist bumping each other. “Whatcha doin’ witcha girl at 3 o'clock? Seems a little early for a quickie.”
“It’s never too early,” Blue swung her head around looking at him, not believing he’d play into their games. “for a quick cup of coffee with a nice girl.”
The two hooligans shut up, sneering. They turned, walked away cursing him out. He rolled his eyes grinning.
“Now, about that quickie,” He pulled the girl into the Corner-Cafe, “I’m buying.”
Smiling, the girl nodded.
“Awesome, cause I don’t have any money.”
“Thank god I do. That woulda been awkward.”
After they ordered and found a booth, Blue made her move.
“Hey, you know that new movie?” She said nervously. “Uhm, about that girl?”
“That gets trapped in the car?” He grinned.
“And then gets stabbed with a metal pipe?” Frank piped up, crossing his arms stopping by their table. “Yeah?”
“Why do you keep popping up?!”
“Why are you on a date when you’re grounded?” He asked glancing at the girl. Miles stood with his coffee.
“Sorry,” He said to Blue.
“Hey, you risked it,” She reminded him, smiling. Frank rolled his eyes.
“Car. Now, Miles,” He shoved Miles gently towards the door. “Nice to meet you,” He waved at the girl, walking behind the boy.
“Miles? What are you doing here?” Jamia demanded as he sat in the back seat.
“Dating,” Frank told her. “Why would you disrespect us like that?”
“I don’t know,” He said, leaning his face against the cool window.
“Well,” Cherry piped up, punching his leg. “Blue was there.”
“That was Blue?” Frank asked. “The Blue who you made cry?”
“That wasn’t my fault,” Miles groaned, completely upset at himself. Why did everyone think every little thing was his fault?
“Nothing seems to be your fault,” Jamia said. “You need to start thinking, Miles. There isn’t room in society anymore for pot-headed wanna be rockstars.”
“I don’t wanna be a rockstar,” Miles rolled his eyes. “I just wanna....I don’t know what I wanna be yet.”
“You’re 15, Miles,” Jamia sighed. “You gotta take responsibility for your actions.”
“I am!” Miles defended making his mother scowl. “I just.....I just don’t wanna grow up and be a nobody.”
“Well, druggies usually are those nobodys. And pot is a gateway-” Jamia started, making Frank cut her off.
“Oh, Honey,” He tsked. “Cut the bullshit. We all know you are pulling that outta your ass. Listen when I say this, alright? None of our kids are heavy-drug users. Pot is as far as it goes. I’m not stupid. I’ve been watching and listening to them,” He looked in the mirror. “Is that understood?”
“Yes, Dad,” Cherry and Miles both said at the same time. It was very understandable.