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me driving a burnt orange car during a snow storm pops in my head. The vision is so real. I can feel how upset I am as I speed down the snow covered street. I can feel the hot tears as they run down my face and I can sense how sad I am.
                     As I begin to sink further into the overwhelming feeling of sadness, I can faintly hear someone saying “Qia… Qia” which snaps me out of the car and back into my mom’s kitchen. I look towards the voice calling my name and can’t help but to smile when I see Chandler’s grinning face. I jump up and make it over to him as quickly as my legs will allow me to.
                      “Hey Chan,” I squeal like a little school girl. He lifts me up and twirls me around. In that moment, I realize how happy I feel that he is here with me. I get so turned on as I feel my body press up against his warm rock hard frame. When he presses his lips up against my cheek to give me a kiss, my nipples harden, my lady parts jump, and I find myself wishing he would devour my lips with his, instead of kissing me on the cheek.
                     “You know I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!” he says as he sits me back down on my feet.
                      “Hello Chandler. You two are a mess,” my mother turns around long enough to say.
                      “Hi Ma. Thanks for the invite.”
                     “Always son, always.” The fact that my mother calls Chandler son and refers to Jakari by his name, catches my attention. Why does she think of Chandler as a son and not my husband, who is actually her son-in-law? Is there some type of tension between the two of them because of our past? Then she also mentioned she wants Qisha to have a boyfriend like Chan, not a husband like mine. I ponder my concerns for a minute, but then I dismiss it because she was clearly emotional when I arrived today, and maybe she didn’t want to make it seem like I don’t deserve Jakari but Qisha does.
                      Chan walks over and gives my mom a kiss on her cheek. I smile at their exchange. I walk back over to the table and sit down in the chair I was sitting in previously.
                      “You want to do lunch on Friday? I took the day off hoping we could hang out,” Chan says, turning to face me.
                     “Of course,” I exclaim. I can feel butterflies invading my stomach as I contemplate being alone with Chandler. I smile at him and when he smiles back, somehow, I feel like he feels the same way. I get up from the table before he can sit down and I go into the living room. I have to clear my head because I don’t know what is going on with me and Chandler, and I would love to say that I don’t like it but that would be an all-out lie.
                      I go into the living room and I see the coffee table littered with picture frames. I see pictures of my sisters and me, pictures of my mom when she was younger, a picture of Chandler and me when we graduated from Springfield Central High School. Wait! Did I really just remember what high school I graduated from? Oh my God! I turn around to call Chandler but he is already standing right behind me. I look up into his face and grab both of his hands. “We graduated from Springfield Central High School!”
                      “Damn, Qia, you remembered!” He hugs me and we laugh.
                      “I went to Central as well, Qia,” I hear Jakari say dryly from behind me. “What’s up Chandler?” he asks, adding sarcasm to his dryness.
                     “Hey J,” Chandler replies as we step back from each other. “What’s up, Qisha? Darrin.” Chandler says Darrin’s name like he wishes he could erase his ass off the face of the earth.
                      Darrin just nods his head like he