a song your heart makes

"I'll stall." Bobbi ran out of the room while I stumbled out of the velvet shorts and scrambled for my pants. I threw my pants on quickly as I could tripping on my own pant leg and falling thankfully on Bobbi's bed instead of the floor.

As I finished zipping up the door suddenly opened and a very tall and muscular man entered. "What are you doing in my son's room?"

"We...um he was helping me catch up. I just transferred to his school."

"That's so sweet of you Bobbi." The giant smiled and stepped aside letting Bobbi back into his room. They were polar opposites if I ever saw one. Bobbi was short for a boy, like me, and his father was tall. Where his dad had muscular and hairy arms, Bobbi's were smooth and delicate. Bobbi's face was very feminine, even more so because of his makeup no doubt and his father had the strong jaw you'd expect from a man.

"Thanks, Papi." Bobbi rolled his eyes as his dad doted on him then he mouthed 'Thank you' to me.

"Anyway, I have to get going. My mom just texted me." I lied but I needed to get as far away from this situation as possible.

"Do you have to go right now?" The giant papi almost begged.

"Uh yeah, she was kind of insistent." I picked up my bookbag and slung it over my shoulder.

"I'll drive you!" Bobbi perked up clearly eager to get away from his dad too. He once again grabbed my hand and was leading me somewhere.

"Drive safe!" Papi called after us as we raced through the living room where a man I thought was a woman at first was sitting in a chair sucking on a sucker and reading a book. I quickly realized he was just an older version of Bobbi.

"Taking Jerry home, this is Jerry, be back soon, bye daddy!" Bobbi explained rapid fire.

"Be safe. Don't be long sweetheart." The feminine 'daddy' seemed used to having these quickfire conversations with his son.

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Bobbi drove me home singing to any pop song that came on his playlist. Eventually, I found myself joining in on the few songs I recognized. It was actually more fun than I thought it would be. We finally pulled into the driveway of my house and Bobbi turned the music down to barely audible instead of the ear blasting levels it was. "You have a pretty singing voice. You should do it more often."

"I don't know. It sounds a bit...feminine don't you think?"

"You gotta learn to just be you darlin'."

"Maybe. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay sweetie, have fun."

I got out of the car and watched Bobbi drive off before turning around and going inside. I had so many questions about today. Why did I let him kiss me? Why did I kiss him back? Why did I let him dress me? Why was I already missing him? I decided to do anything but think so I did my homework in my room instead.

I was reading and listening to the music on the internet when one of the songs from Bobbi's playlist came on. I started singing along softly at first but the energetic song got to me and I stood in my room dancing terribly as I tried to follow the girls in the video and sing along. "Havana, ooh na-na. Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na. He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na. Oh, but my heart is in Havana. There's somethin' 'bout his manners. Havana, ooh na-na." Suddenly I heard giggling behind me and stopped cold.

"Jerry..." Michelle stopped when I turned around and I realized I was still wearing makeup.