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THE DEEP ATTRACTION

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Weak by SWV

"Your love is so sweet, It knocks me right off of my feet. Can't explain why your lovin' makes me weak."

SAMIR MONTGOMERY
DECEMBER 26th, 2007.
WEDNESDAY 4:37 am

"I JUST DON'T get it. You been saying your first tattoo would have a meaning to it, but I don't get it." Simone spoke, as kamaria and she walked through the door.

Kyaire, and Samir both looked up at the door opening. Samir automatically perked up seeing them, and catching the end of their conversation.

"It does have meaning. Just because you don't get it, doesn't mean it doesn't momma." Kamaria laughed closing the door behind her.

Once she turned around and laid her eyes on Samir she immediately looked away feeling the butterflies erupt in her stomach.

She couldn't even look at him because of last night, remembering the things that happened between them in his room. She had never felt this way, and she knew she was in love.

"What did you get?" Kyaire asked looking over to see, especially since he initially didn't know where she had gotten it, but his eyes easily landed on the Saran Wrap.

"Don't worry about me." She sauntered out of the living room and into the kitchen to avoid the question.

"What? Don't look at me, I barely remember. I just remembering seeing it and being like, huh?" Simone shrugged her shoulders, prompting Samir and Kyaire to look at each other.

They nodded in sync, stood up at the same time, and followed kamaria to the kitchen.

"Lil bit , let us see." Kyaire licked over his lips.

"K3 go on somewhere." She waved him off reaching in the freezer to get some tater tots. "Outta my face." She put her hand in his face.

"Mmcht, your trippin." He muttered shaking his head taking a seat at the kitchen table, and Samir did the same not trying to come off as suspicious.

"Kiss my ass." She muttered with an eye roll. Samirs eyes fell straight to her ass, it was sitting just right in her skirt too. That's when he finally took the opportunity to look at her outfit.

She was wearing a jean mini skirt that hugged her body with an silver jewelry chain belt, and a hello kitty buckle on it. She also had on a light pink cropped noodle strap, and a black velvet crop top jacket over it, only half way zipped up. Topped off with black fur boots to match her jacket, and light pink leg warmers matching her shirt.

It wasn't cold or chilly, just a little windy so she was fine.

"Where you got that skirt from." The words flew out of Samirs mouth before he could even think about it.

The only thing on display, were her smooth dark brown colored thighs, a little bit of her chest, plus her one rolled up sleeve where the Saran Wrap was wrapped around.

"I don't know. Been had it." She mindlessly answered.

Samir twisted the silver ring around his left middle finger, not saying anything else.

"So can we see the tattoo or what lil bit?" Kyaire asked her, bringing the attention back onto himself. Still, he didn't let it go over his head how his bestfriend was concerned about what she was wearing, or even the flicker in his eyes that he couldn't tell exactly what it was.

"Sure, you can but not slim." She said bending over to put the pan of tater tot's in the oven. Samir had to physically refrain from sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

"What? Why I can't see? I let you see mine." He frowned as she stood up straight closing the oven.

"It's not like you had a choice." She shrugged mischievously. "Plus, k3 isn't going to understand the meaning because he's a big dummy." She continued making his jaw drop.

"You a hating ass mufucka." He shook his head grabbing her arm to look at the inside of her wrist where the tattoo was located.

"Huh? I don't get it." He stated and she gave him a look to say as if she had told him so.

"I said you wouldn't. Idiot." She muttered about to walk back to the cabinets to get a cup to fix her something to drink.

Thinking fast Samir stuck his finger in her back belt loop hole of her skirt stopping her from moving forward, then pulling her back , while she had no objections, smiling instead.

Maybe because I don't say shit, they think im blind—or even stupid. Kyaire thought to himself squinting his eyes.

To him, it was obvious something had transgressed between them. He just didn't think it had gotten as far as it had actually gotten.

He thought maybe they had a crush on each other, at most.

He let them go on with their business though because if he acted irrationally, they would never tell him. He was getting sick of it though. If they liked each other why not just say it.

"Let me see the shit." He declared, and she groaned feeling her clit throb at the authority in his voice.

She turned her body around to face him, and then he gently grabbed her arm bringing her wrist to his face. "It hurt when you got it?" He questioned trying to decipher the words. He could barely see from Saran Wrap.

"Felt like little pinches or something. It hurt the worse in the middle." She muttered as her heart pounded rapidly against her chest.

Just then, he got it.

"The fuck." He whispered more so to himself.

"How the fuck he understand it and I don't?" Kyaire questioned furrowing his eyebrows leaning forward to try to think harder about it.

Samir didn't say anything though, just looking at her wrist. His eyes looked over it, over and over again.

TAYTAꨄ

"It's cute right? Likey?" She raised her eyebrows, and he nodded his head quickly dragging his eyes up to hers.

"I know." She smiled knowingly, maybe next time he would listen when she said that he couldn't see yet, because he was at a loss for words. "Now, excuse me. I'm finna go watch YouTube on my laptop." She shrugged walking away,

She pulled her skirt down slightly since it had ridden up her thighs, and made her exit, leaving her tater tot's to cook.

"So what it mean? I'm lost." Kyaire asked once kamaria disappeared.

"I don't know." He lied.

"But you just said you knew..." Kyaire trailed off, squinting his eyes slightly confused.

"Hmmm, did I really?" He questioned trying to recall.

"You trynna play mind games, nigga. You know some shit I don't?" Kyaire blinked his eyes rapidly and Samir laughed finding it funny.

"I do." He admitted, "but I can't tell you so." He shrugged carelessly.

"You know what, y'all friendship annoying as fuck. But whatever." Kyaire waved it off, he was way too high to be trying to interrogate anyone. "So where you been lil nigga?"

"Fuck you mean?" Samir questioned running his fingers through his hair.

"I mean, you be around but not as much no more. What you been doin?" Kyaire questioned casually, closing his eyes.

"Nigga, what are you trynna ask me?" Samir tilted his head in questioned.

"It's a girl or something—or a nigga ion know which way you swing." Kyaire smirked , keeping his eyes closed at the sound of Samir smacking his teeth.

"Fuck outta here." Samir laughed.

"I'm jus sayin, that's the only reason you would be keeping it a secret. It's a dude huh. Look man you my bestfriend I support." Kyaire threw his hands up in surrender.

Not gone think it's funny when you find out I'm fucking yo sister. He side eyed him biting his tongue.

"Mind yo business. But yeah I got a girl." He figured it wouldn't hurt as long as he didn't disclose her identity.

"Yeah, she must've put it on yo ass. Cause ya nose wide open." Kyaire attempted to pry, and Samir smirked shaking his head.

The irony was killing him. And he was trying not to laugh at his bestfriends obliviousness to it all.

"Yeahhhh." He dragged out trying his hardest not to laugh. This was hilarious to him. "Change the subject I'm not finna talk about dat wit you, dats triflin'." He muttered the ending.

Kyaire shrugged, "when you met her?" He questioned and Samir shrugged. If he told the truth it would be a dead give away, they knew each other for years.

"Well Nigga do I know her?" Kyaire asked since he was being so secretive. He wasn't even the type to ask so many questions, he was actually the friend that didn't give a fuck.

"Nigga!" Samir bucked at him making Kyaire laugh. "Stop worrying bout my girl we good." He bucked his eyes widening them for a split second.

Kyaire couldn't help but laugh. "Aight nigga you got it. I'm hungry, I got the munchies." He yawned, his eyes were low and red.

Samir wished he could get high, but he had daily drug tests. He was living off second hand contact.

"I want Chinese. Should we ask lil bit if she want some, or you think she good—you know what ion even know why I'm asking that dumb shit. Come on." Kyaire stood from his seat.

Samir let out a sigh standing up trying to take his mind off kamaria and her tattoo.

Technically, she didn't get his name tattooed, and she wouldn't. Yet, she had chosen to get something that only he and she understood. A nickname given to her by him, which was almost equivalent in his eyes. Especially because it was something only he called her and no one else.

It was special, and it held meaning, without it having to be his name at that.

He was impressed at her simple but complex thinking.

He followed Kyaire to the back and Kyaire knocked on her door twice. "What nigga." She called out making Kyaire laugh.

She knew it was him because he was the only one who had the decency to actually knock, which was appreciated. Kyree and Samir would just burst in, and her mother would just yell her name.

Hearing that, he opened the door pushing it open and she was sitting at her desk, in her spinning chair with her ankles crossed, and her eyes glued to her brand new MacBook.

She would love tameeka forever for this.

Samir licked his lips at the scene. For some reason he found it weird, but he was attracted to her thighs. Especially when his head was trapped between them, but he couldn't think about that right now.

"What you want , we getting Chinese." Kyaire asked and she looked over letting her eyes fall on Samirs tall frame. He couldn't even stand in the doorway because he was too tall.

Clenching her legs tighter, she cleared her throat. "I want sweet and sour chicken with fried rice. But tell them no vegetables in my rice, and make sure you get me soy sauce." She told him.

She hated the peas, onions, and carrots in her rice so she just didn't get it.

"Aight cool." Kyaire nodded reaching to pull her door back closed.

"Yeah both of y'all get out, bye." She waved them off looking back at her YouTube videos.

They brushed her off and left her room transitioning to kyaires. "Saint sent me the video of me yesterday on my bike." He said closing his room door.

"For real, it's on your laptop?" Samir asked watching Kyaire grab his pack of backwoods.

"Yep."

Samir grabbed it off of his dresser then sat at the edge of his bed opening it. He went to his files and double clicked on the most recent one.

He watched the well recorded video of Kyaire maneuvering through the cars on a busy highway. He was doing things like riding on the back wheel, and standing up on his seats while riding as well.

By the time Samir finished the video Kyaire had ordered their food, and he was very impressed. It seemed like Kyaire got better and better everyday.

"This shit go hard, K3." Samir truthfully gave him his props.

"Preciate it. You think I should cut my hair?" Kyaire asked randomly not really focused on the video, more so of his own thoughts plus the blunt he was pearling.

He had been smoking for years and could easily roll a beautiful blunt.

"Watchu mean, cut it how low? like shorter dreads or just start fresh." Samir questioned trying to envision his bestfriend with no dreads. It was very hard considering he had dreads since they met, even though they weren't as nearly as long as they were now.

"Just start fresh. Ion know. My shit go past my waist. That's some uncle shit. I'm still young." He explained his thoughts.

Back in ninth and tenth grade his dreads were the perfect length going a little past his shoulders. Now they were too long and reminded him of older men that had been growing their dreads since they were younger.

He was only seventeen, he wasn't grown. So he didn't like the look on him anymore.

"If that's what you wanna do, I'm all for it shit." Samir shrugged. "You trynna get a buzz cut." He joked making Kyaire smack his teeth.

"Nah, hell nah. I think imma leave just enough hair on my head. Plus I can keep my dreads and always get them put back in if I want. But I doubt I will." Kyaire shrugged.

It had been on his mind for a while.

"I can't really imagine it, but I'm sure it won't look bad." Samir assured him.

"Yeah that's what I'm thinkin." Kyaire agreed.

He finished rolling his blunt, and then opened his window before he lit it and smoked half of it. He put the rest out in his ashtray for later then stood up, to go get their food.

"You coming?" Kyaire questioned since Samir was laying across the side of his bed with his arm thrown across his eyes.

When Samir didn't answer he figured he had dozed off from the smoke, and shrugged leaving out his room and closing the door behind him.

Samir waited for a second, then sat up trying not to laugh. His bestfriend was so gullible at this point, he wasn't even trying to manipulate him, but he thought it was funny.

Standing to his feet, he slipped out of kyaires room and went down the hall a little bit, pushing kamarias door open without knocking.

She looked up and saw Samir making her roll her eyes. This is what she meant by no one besides Kyaire knocked. Samir used to knock, but after they started messing around that was out of the window as well.

"The hell you want." She asked trying not to smile at the sight of him. He really had her head over hills and it was killing her.

"What I told you bout dat stupid ass attitude?" He closed the door behind him. "That's how you talk to me after last night? Thinking ion see that limp and shit. Don't stop daddy, I love you." He mocked her voice watching her jaw drop open.

"Shut up!" She whisper shouted picking up a pen from her cup holder and throwing it at him, making it hit his chest.

He laughed walking towards her, and her eyes followed him innocently, arousing him.

"Now lemme see ya tattoo for real." He stood between her legs that he had pried open to get between, especially since she had on a skirt.

Obeying him she put her wrist out, her eyes scanning his face for a reaction as he admired it. "This just like getting my name." He claimed, making her giggle.

"Your crazy. But I guess." She shook her head, "I think the sex influenced me. I was too distracted thinking about last night that I just said it and boom it was done." She admitted making him laugh.

"It's tough. I fuck wit it." He pulled her to stand up in front of him, placing a kiss on her lips.

He sat in the chair and pulled her into his lap. "My brother didn't ask why you wanted to stay?" She questioned knowing she heard him leave a few moments prior.

"I was sleep when he left." Samir lied with a smirk making her smack her teeth. "You know he asked me if my girl had put it on me good?" He looked at her wrapping his arm around her body pulling her into him closer.

She gasped, "oh my gosh, no he didn't. What did you tell him?" She questioned immediately afterwards and Samir smirked.

"I told him yes, what you think." He laughed.

She smacked the side of his head, "that is so evil. When he find out I'm not gonna be mad if he try to kill you, cause you be playin wit him." She giggled.

"Mmcht, how." He countered knowing exactly how anyway.

"When he find out he gone be like, this nigga really told me my lil sister put it on him good. You so wrong." She shook her head with a childish grin on her face.

She could never stop smiling during their alone time. She wasn't lying when she had told him she loved him. She didn't think there was anyone better she could have lost her virginity too.

If you asked Samir he lost his virginity too. His first body didn't count in his opinion. Especially after kamaria.

"This is so sexy." She spoke softly running her thumb up and down his Addams apple and his eyebrows furrowed.

"You a weirdo." He stated at her fascination of the small things on his body.

"What ever. It is." She smiled placing her lips on his for another kiss.

"Gimme another one." He gripped her chin forcing her to look at him again.

She smirked, feeling him slowly grow underneath her but he ignored it, kissing her again, and deepening it before she got a chance to pull away.

After a few moments of tongue kissing, he pecked her lips twice after that, then tapped her thigh for her to get up.

He had to go before they got caught. "When is we gonna tell people bout us. This shit for the birds." He muttered annoyed.

"Hmmm, I told your mom your girlfriend would be over for new years so." She shrugged with a smirk and he squinted his eyes.

"See you been planning this shit. What if I didn't ask you to be my girlfriend by then." He asked rhetorically and she cackled at the stupid statement.

"Boy please, in your dreams." She stated knowingly. "Bye, get out. I love you." She kissed his lips one more time and he didn't move, not wanting to leave after the words left her mouth.

"Get the hell out." She mushed him backwards. "This why I don't be lovey dovey with your soft ass."

They play too much😂

Thoughts and predictions? Tattoo? I love you? Telling them on new years? Kyaire finna cut that hair!

MYA OUT🫡