Minority Quiz

“I ain’t talking Black!” He patted his chest, “This’s my accent, too.”

“Mhm?” I didn’t say sorry, but I was skeptical. “Where’d you grow up, then?”

“Atlanta.”

“So, you know Faith Johnson.”

“No, I know who yer talkin’ about, but she wus up here.” He put his hand up, “Prom queen, and I wuz down around here.” His other hand down by his belt. “Freshman.”

“Mhm?” A likely story.

“Mhm?” He crossed his arms back, “Look, I get this shit all the time, cause this’s a black neighborhood, but don’t judge me, all right?”

“Sorry,” I stopped him turning around, “Don’t go, I mean.” I let go. “There aint nobody out to talk to,” and he kinda cute. “So… Whatchu move here for anyways?”

He shrugged, but let his arms down, and he had some pretty big man titties. Big enough to stick out his top, flat as they is.

“I didn’t,” still hurt, “Just visiting my family here.”

“Oh yeah?” I had to think, “You don’t mean Curtis with the pickup truck.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” He shook his head, and leaned up on the corner. Like he’s sitting down, only there ain’t no bench to sit down at, so he just leaned up against the bricks. “I guess it’s my turn to apologize, I keep telling him to paint it.”

“Yeah, he painted it all right.” Burnt orange. “Racist.” Rebel flag on the hood steada on the roof.

“Ha, well I don’t get to pick and chose my uncle, he’s just a big Dukes of Hazard fan.” He laughed, “Huck! You’d think he’d buy a Dodge Ram, insteada Chevy S10 if’n he’s gonna cosplay as the General Lee.”

I laughed, “You know, you right? I never even thought about it that way, but that’s what it is. Just like cosplayin is for them. Anime nerdy girls, and they Sailor Moon outfits.”

“Oh yeah? They still do Sailor Moon around here?” He shook his head. “I thought they quit playing that cartoon like. The 90s, they still show that on the TV here?”

“Welamean, not exactly like Sailor Moon, Sailor Mercury, Sailor, uh.” I forget. “You know what I mean?”

“Kogal?”

“What’sat?”

“The uniform, the Japanese Uniform.”

“Oh yeah, like them Japanese schoolgirl. It’s sick if you axe me.”

“Well, I guess it’s cultural appropriation if they’re not Japanese.” He Hicked, “Hick! Not like they don’t rip off America just as much as US, but after they got nuked, I guess they’re entitled to it. It ain’t like we don’t give out America, or sell it.”

“Mhm?”

“What?”

“Sorry,” I forget he knows what that means. My auntie Whitney always said, if you ain’t got nothing good to say, keep it to yoself. So, I quit it.

Still, it felt a little surreal. Standing there on the corner with no traffic out. Sippin on sodas, and talking fashion. With a boy, a white dude, but if I just listen, I can forget that. He still a man, to me.

Sure don’t know nothing bout hair, but he’s got this white girl bangs thing going on. Just the bangs, hanging down, but not dyed, or swinging out over his eyes like them emos, doing that hair flip bullshit. I mean they obviously grow they hair out like that, just to do the hair flip.

I never even been to Atlanta, I just hearda Faith Johnson on her youtube videos. Hair styling stuff, you know what I mean? Look her up if you wanna, but she good. Real good.

But he a good listener, and he gets to say that, he went to school wit Faith Johnson, of course she made Prom Queen. Lookit her!

“Oh sorry,” he stood up, and turned around the corner. “I’m Harry.” He wiped his hand off on his jeans, and I almost Mhmed again. Thinkin bout what he might have in them jeans. Besides hair, you feel me?

“Uh, Jenna.” My face heated up, but he didn’t kiss my hand, even though I did hold it up like that, just in case he wanted to kiss it.

“That short for.”

“Jenassa? My daddy played this video game.”

“Skyrim?”

“Yeah. That’s his favorite.” Companion, she a ssassin. Not like a Redguard, a Dark Elf Assassin.

I know? My daddy a nerd, he still play D&D, with dice. All kindsa dice, and we ain’t talking bones in the alley. Dungeons and Dragons, with a character sheet, and everthin. Though lately it’s been CP2020. That stands for Cyberpunk, on accounta they got this new game come out with Keanu Reeves in it? Yeah, but he don’t got no Play Station 5 yet, so they played it on dice, with his D&D group. Probly gonna get one when Elden Ring come out.

“Well, that’s a pretty name.” he didn’t let go my hand, neither. “What you doing tonite?” He looked up at the buildings. “It’s getting late.”

“I ain’t got no plans, you?”

“Me neither.” So, he took me for a walk, around the corner. A block down, so we can see the orange clouds better.

“Yo,” I pulled his hand, “I know a better place, where you can see them light up the silos like it’s Christmas.” Even in the middle of summer, they gots this fire escape, I guess. Over bye the furniture store but up to the back of the office overlookin the warehouse. I guess, they called it Furniture Warehouse, but I’d been in there when my daddy bought a brand new sectional with a recliner in both ends. So, he, and momma can both kick it, watchin television, and us kids could cuddle up in the corner. Fall asleep for the movie, and wake up in bed the next morning.

“Hm!” His man titties aint as hard as they look. Cuddley, tucked up under his armpit, where I can smell him sweat.

“Snh?” He sniffed my hair, but not creepy like that Joe Biden. “Huck! I guess they do look like Christmas trees lit up like that.”

“Yeah, Magnolia bought it, and set up a bakery in there.”

“In the silos?”

“I think, I never been in the silos, but they gots to bake them scones, and shit somewhere.” I pointed out the bakery. “They got brunch, and shit setup in that there building down there.”

“Gardens, so they don’t do Dinner there?”

“Idaknow, you wanna go check?”

“No,” he hugged me tighter, “I’m just fine right here.” I looked up, so he could lean down and kiss me. Lick my lip gloss off. “Is that strawberry?”

“Mhm, stawberry kiwi.”

“It’s delicious,” he leaned down, and kissed me some more, but this time he licked his tongue in.

He didn’t say it, and me neither, but them Magnolia silos look like titties. Big ass white titties with rust freckles, until the sun go down. Then, they lit up like Christmas, but you know what?

They don’t got dinner there. Come to fount out the next day, when I met him there on brunch. “That don’t make no damned sense.” I shook my head at the menu out front.

“What’sat?”

“Why they light up the silos at night, if’n they do Monday thu Saturday, and don’t do Dinner, and Sunday Brunch?”

“Huck,” he pointed, while we wait in line. “Gluten free options, in a grain silo.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, so how the fuck do you make gluten free, in a grain silo? They gotta have gluten dripping down the walls. Lookit that.” We finley got in line, on the inside. “Stand mixer.”

“Mhm?”

“Smell that flower on the air?” You don’t got to wear a mask if you don’t wanna. “If anybody was actually deathly allergic to wheat, they’d be dead before they got to the counter.” Somebody ducked under the ribbon to head out the door, so we can move up in line, coughing.

I just looked down at the spot, moved up, and stopped at the next one. Social distance, why they gots a line out the door. “What’s scones anyways?”

“Well, basically British Biscuits. They call cookies biscuits, and biscuits scones, but.”

“So when they have the Tea an Biscuits, what they sayin is tea and cookies?”

“Well, idaknow. Englis tea, I mean teatime?” I nodded, “I ain’t British.”

“Johnson.” No relation.

“Yeah, that’s an English name, but it’s not like I grew up in London, and grew up eating Tea, and Biscuits.”

“Can I help you?” We stepped up.

“Yes maam.” He so polite, puling out his wallet, so I can see his pocket pull tight over his buns in them tight jeans of his. “Can i try your Orange, and Currant scones?”

“We got Orange Cranberry, or Currant scones.”

“One of each, thank you.”

“That’ll be;” she started wringing it up, but Harry looked back at me.

“You drink coffee?” I nodded. “2 cups of coffee,” she wrung that up, and stuffed the rest in the Tip jar when he said “Keep the change.”

I didn’t want to say nothing but, he got money. This place is expensive, if we’re talking 2 biscuits and a cup of coffee. “Which one you want to try first?”

“Orange Cranberry.” I mixed in a creamer with 3 sugars, before i unwrapped it. “What’sis, a fruitcake? They got orange peel in it and everything.” Turnt it over, and sniffed it, but I didn’t like the way it smelt. Nasty.

He took a bite, and shrugged. Sipped his hot coffee, but he didn’t put nothing in it. Just a lid, so it was hot. He held out his with a bite out the corner, cause they cut them up like a pizza.

I looked at it, doubtful. “What’s a current?”

“It’s like a kinda raisin.”

“All right.” I tried it, and I wound up giving him the whole fruitcake one. Who puts orange peel in their biscuits? The British, that’s who. I finished it, and chucked the wrapper. “They got this garden over here.” I took his hand, just to hold it again, and he looked around. “Come on!” I tried to pull it, but he pulled it back.

“Look Jenna, I like you, but how old are you?”

“Thirteen?”

He shook his head, “Skyrim didn’t come out until 2011.”

“All right, 10.”

He shook his head again. “For Christmas, 2011. I know cause my big brother got it for Christmas in 2011.”

“All right, so I’m almost 10.” 9 1/2 actually, “So what? I like you too.”

“I know, I get that but it doesn’t look right.”

I had to laugh, “Nobody knows me around this neighborhood, and even if they did, they’da called the cops if’n they thought we’us a couple. An interracial couple. Them Magnolia bitches don’t wanna sound racist, but let me just say, they mostly named Karen.”

“Then I better walk you home, come on.” He just turnt away, so I followed him. Not because I’ma fraida walking thru this neighborhood without money. They brought the money to this neighborhood, bought the old silos, and put up a garden for the community.

We appreciate it, but then he turnt the corner. “It’s this way.”

“Oh,” I cought up, and he looked around for a trashcan. Across the street, I didn’t tell him he don’t gotta do that. They got people to pick up litter, so it’s just given them litter to pick up, but after that. Little fight, I guess. Our first fight, it coulda been worse.

“Hey, Jenna.” Tivaris run up as soon as we step foot back in our hood. “What you doing wit this white dude?”

I took his hand, “He ain’t a dude, he’s a man.” Rubbed the back of it, before he let go.

“Oh yeah,” he bowed up, but then he looked up, and realized he couldn’t bow up no more. “All right.” He backed down.

“What was that all about?”

“He just jealous. He been tryna get in my pants since 6 grade.”

“When were you in 6 grade?” But he din’t let go, he squeezed my hand, so I squoze it back.

“Not me, him? He gots middle school girls to fuck wit now, so don’t be jealous.”

“I ain’t, it’s just.”

“Yeah, I get it. Okay? You can’t be seen wit me in that nice neighborhood, but we aint back at that neigborhood no more.”

“Huh, you’re just so young.”

“Huh, I know, but you grew up wit it, in Atlanta?”

“Yeah, I guess.” He scratched his head, but didn’t let go my hand the whole way back to my street. “I never thought about it, but I didn’t go out with black girls. I guess they never went out with me, or said yes. Whenever I asked you out.”

“Yeah, cause you the man. The white man, and I know it’s racist, but it aint easy to forget.”

“Yeah, I guess I shouldn’t complain so much.”

“Then quit complaining, and come in.” I took his hand, and pulled him back up my yard from the corner.

“Uh, your daddy home?”

“Yeahbut, my momma away at work, and” She the one you gotta worry about, honestly. Snatch those bangs right off yo head. “He got this event. Summer mayhem PvP event, so he busy.”

“Oh yeah, in WoW?”

“No, Elder Scrolls, Online? Aks him about it, some time.” Ain’t like he ever talk about nothing else. “Hey, daddy. This’s Brett.”

“Yeah,” he didn’t look up. CHING CHING! CHING! I looked back at his Templar. Stamina Templar, because Redgaurd. He always plays Redguard, but he always had a thing for Dark Elf girls ever since Morrowind. “We just gonna go make out in my room.” my momma, she gots elf ear extensions, so she can cosplay as a Dark Elf girl for him, at the Cons. When they can go to Cons, anyways.

“Okay sugar.” CHING CHING CHING! CHING!

I shut the door. “Is that a sword?” I stuck my thumb over my shoulder. “Yeah, a foam one. Why?”

“It looks just like a Nord Sword, from Skyrim.” He remembered, but he wiped his hands on his jeans.

“Yeah, because it came wit his game. Dovakiin pack, he got that stupid iron helmet that go with it, cause they didn’t make no Redguard pack wit a scimitar. You wanna talk gamer stuff? Cause you can go talk gamer shit wit him.”

“No, I.” He laughed, without a hick, or a huck, nervous. “He really cool with you bringing.” he shook his head, “Brett? Really.”

I nodded. “Yeah really. The sooner I get a man, the sooner I get out his house.” He already spends all his disability on his gamer shit insteada us anyways. Except my mama, he do take pretty good care of her tho.

“You really went out with my cousin, Brett?”

LOL! “No, he racist, and nasty.”

“Then why’d you say I was him?”

“I don’t know, cause he knows him, and you so nervous to molest me.”

“Oh,” he shook his head, “I don’t want to molest you. I never done nothing like this before.”

Mhm? I believed it. “So, you a virgin.” White boy in high school, even with them man titties, it don’t surprise me.

“You too?”

“Mhm?” That goes double if you can’t say nothing good about yo self. “Just set back, relax, and get comfortable.” I stuffed my pillow up behind his back. “You don’t got to do nothing.” Just let me molest him, but he didn’t stop me.

Zipping down his pants, and if I hadn’t got to know him. It’d be hard to believe he a virgin, always wearin these tight ass-jeans. Not tight ass jeans, but I bet he know, damn well he got a good booty. Not even for a white dude, but sitting on it like this.

“Huh!” It’s hairy all right. Circumcised, and big? I don’t care about big, or little. I’m not even 10 yet, but he ain’t no middle school boy neither. “Oom, oolooloolool.” Swirling around the head like a lollypop.

Tivis is like. Well, a middle school boy, and pretty big for a middle school boy, but this is a man. My man.

“Take it easy.”

“Smup! Huh?” I had to turn over to lookit his face. “Sorry, am I doing it right?”

“Huh, yeah.” He picked up my bangs up off my forehead, and stuck them up on the side of my hair. Yeah right, he never done this before, then how’d he know how to do that? “I just don’t want to blow it, but you’re so pretty, and sexy.” he shook his head, “I can’t believe I said it.”

“You better believe it, and you hot as fuck. You know that?” He blushed! That’s what it is, right there. A black man, even if he blushed like that, you can’t see it, lessen he light skinned. Real light skinned, I mean probly mixed, but this’n.

“Huh!” He looks like a Nord. Sorry, but my daddy brung me up, so it’s hard not to see the world like his fantasy world. He can’t get outta here, spending all he money on his fantasy world, and that’s all right, but if I’ma gonna get outta here, I’ma gonna need a man.

Not a boy, not a teenager, and yeah he a teenager, but he gonna be a man soon. I’m gonna be a woman soon too, but I don’t know about this long distance relationship thing. I’ll worry bout him going back to Georgia when he go back to Georgia, but now I got him right here.

So, I got up, and started stripping. Took off my top, and put out my hip, to peel off my tights on one side, and turn around. Shake my booty, and slip the other side off my other hip.

“Huh, pull off your jeans, and let me see yo nice tight booty too.”

BoomBoomBoomBoom BoomBoom BoomBoom kuttakootakita!

Professor, what’s another name for pirate treasure?

Why I think it’s booty! Booty, chip cherba cherba booty, that’s what it is!

Yes, I got, more bounce than tha fucking bump, and if you wanna know why it’s cause I’m motherfucking chunkin!

“Huh!” I pulled my feet out of my tights, and panties, “Hold up.” I went out, and leaned around the corner. “Hey daddy, you gotta rubba?”

“Yeah.” KWRL! Hurricane, BWANG! Quick Cloak. “In my dressuh.” Must’ve switched to Turbo. His Stamina Sorcerer. An Orc, cause that’s the fastest thing runnin’ in Cyrodiil, this patch.

“Paint 3 of those murals for soma thatass.”

“Sorry what?”

I closed the door, “Nothin.” Just a fat beat. “Now were where we?”

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