Spanish Guitar

The day started off ordinarily for young Jake as he and his family went through the motions of a family, passing each other without words, devoid of any kind of passion, any kind of love. The only thing that kept the young man from going crazy was the texts he would receive from CeCe. With every word he received from his personal goddess, a smile appeared on his face, and the excitement became uncontainable as he quickly typed texts back to her. In a daze, he thought about her constantly, mind swirling over thoughts of what could be.
He laid on that couch testing his brother from another mother, telling him about the angel, the love he had met the day previous. "Dog, I gotta tell you bout this girl I met, homie."
Jake could picture Jayme talking to him face to face and everytime Jayme replied, he heard it as though he were sitting on the twirling couch/chair. "Word."
"Hell yeah. You know all those conversations we had about these bitches?"
Jayme heard the excitement in his voice even without hearing his voice. He knew how Jake talked. He knew his mannerisms. He knew she must've been something. But even though he was happy for his friend, his cool demeanor would not give his happiness away. "Yee."
"Well let me tell you, when I say the closest thing to perfect, I mean long, caramel legs, beautiful smile, beautiful eyes, smart, loving, all of the above, everything you could hope in a girl, CeCe got it."
"So her name's CeCe huh?"
"Yep."
"She from down there?"
Jake sighed and quickly typed the unwanted response to his brother. "That's the only problem, and as much as I hate being down here, I have a feeling that she's gonna be the reason why I wanna stay."
Jake could picture Jayme sitting up in his chair after he read the text. Jayme had knew all too well of Jake's hatred for Mississippi and he knew how excited he was about getting back to school, so to see this was like seeing a Muslim eating a porkchop. Never happening. "Yo, you sure you ain't reading too much into this, I mean you just met the girl, and you know how you like to fall for these hos."
Jake shook his head and laughed, "Yeah....I know I used to fall for girls hard, but after spending a month with my crazy ass family, I found out a lot about myself. I mean this whole time, I've been looking for love from somebody because I never realized that I didn't get it here from the people who I've been around my whole life, so now that I know that, I've been telling myself that I wasn't going to look no more. I was just going to let it find me, and Baugh, let me tell you, it found me."
"Word."
"Yeah, we supposed to be going to this little cafe together and everything later on tonight to listen to her brother play his guitar."
Jake could already picture Jayme shaking his head. "There you go."
Jake laughed. "What?"
"There you go with that rock shit man."
Jake laughed loudly as his dad passed through the den to the outside patio to smoke a cigarette. He glanced down at Jake obviously entertained without the help of his family, and he shook his head in disapproval. But Jake didn't care. Nothing could spoil his mood. He was in like with a girl, and he felt like he was walking bare foot on stars, traveling to Venus. He looked back down at his phone and quickly responded, "Shut up, nigga. It ain't even on no rock shit, like he play the guitar, on some Lyfe Jennings shit. She told me he could really sing too."
"Word."
"Yep, should be real cool."
"You gonna get up on stage and sing to her?"
"Nah, it ain't on that level yet. I don't wanna scare her away. I wanna see where this night take us."
"Yee, I can understand that."
"Just wish me luck."
"You don't need it man. Just be cool."




Later on that night, Jake started the process of ironing his clothes when his angry baby sister came up from the sole corridor of his grandmother's house with her son on her hip. Her scowl was a twisted face of jealousy. She hated seeing her older brother happy, and she tried her best to knock his happiness down a couple of notches. In the first words she had spoke to him in days, the words dripped off of her tongues like venom. "So are you going somewhere, JJ?"
At first he wasn't going to entertain her, feeling as though this was another attempt for her to be petty, and he was right. He decided he wasn't going to be rude because even the person who knew exactly how to push his buttons couldn't spoil his mood. "Yeah."
She smiled, knowing that this was the opportunity she so desperately wanted to seize. "Well whereever you go, I hope you stay there."
Her smile was desperate, waiting for a reaction from Jake. When Jake just continued to iron his clothes and smiled, she turned away, angry that she could not break his resolve. Memories travelled back a few days, and he remembered his father being drunk off of rage and the words that spat off of his father's lips. "You will respect your mother! And you will respect your sister!"
He looked up to the ceiling for a second and a thought occured in his mind. "How could I respect anything that doesn't respect me?"


Soon ten o' clock came to pass, and Jake was fresh out of the shower, putting on his clothes, singing, "This could be something, this could be something, maybe it's just nothing at all, but this could be something." He kissed his grandmother on the forehead and grabbed the keys to her SUV and he was off, dapper as a man in a casket, ready to meet up with the girl whom he thought could be "something".
He drove for twenty minutes until he reached a small bar/ cafe, and when he entered the warm atomosphere, he was greeted by cigarette smoke, the warm sounds of a guitar string playing, and a smile that he would never forget. He walked toward that smile, bypassing everyone. No one was important as that smile.
When he reached CeCe, he stroked her face gently and pulled her up to admire her beauty in her tight fitting floral dress. His eyes lit up when they caught a glimpse of her beauty. He pulled her close to him in an embrace that made it seem like they were suspended in time, surrounded by the words that reverberated off of her brother's lips. When they broke their embrace, he lead her to the small dance floor in front of the stage and lead her into an intimate tango with her hands feeling the soft material of his blazer over his hardened muscles, giving her fingers the pleasure far greater than foreplay.
Man saw the happiness on his sister's face as they danced their intimate dance, and it inspired him to play with every ounce of being inside of him, feeling as though he were playing the soundtrack to his sister's heart. His fingers plucked as his voice carried throughout the small cafe. He lifted their hearts above the ground and into the sky, telling a story of two Spanish lovers dancing under the moonlight. Man didn't want to end the glee of his sister, and Jake wished this moment never ended. When the last chorus played, CeCe opened her eyes to see Jake's playful pupils toying with her heart, torturing her. She wanted him so much at that moment. She wanted to make him her's but she could not. The only thing she could offer him was her lips. So she leaned upward with her face jetting toward his, and when their lips met, their eyes closed in ecstacy. In that moment, all of the problems that Jake had been going through disappeared. Everything seemed irrelevant outside of their lips' touch. It was a moment of pure beauty. The purest kind of passion. They had their first kiss under the light of the warm lit cafe. They had their first taste of true love in front of a man playing a Spanish guitar.