Jamie, your Black Neighbour

You opened the door. There stood a black guy, Jamie, your next door neighbour, he was only a few years older than you, but you didn't know him well. He stood a lot taller than your mums frame, and your mothers body started to react.

You ignored the strange feelings upon seeing this hunk of a man, "Can I help you?" You asked.

"Depends," he smiled "Is that pathetic husband of yours in?"

You were shocked by his directness,

"He's not pathetic, and no..." you replied wondering where this was going.

"What about your loser son?"

"Hes not a loser!" You snapped, annoyed at being called a loser, and then sighed "but also no."

He seemed satisfied by those answers, and quickly looked around.

You were a but confused at the whole situation, he asked if he could come in. You obliged. You thought company might be nice.

He followed you in, you caught him staring at your behind, but didnt say anything.

You made your way to your living room, he sat down, you offered him a drink. He said yes.

You brought some pop in, and handed him one, sitting beside him.

"So what brings you here?" You ask,

"I think you know," he smiled, and then, leaned in, and kissed you, on your lips.