Beverly’s Heartbreak I recall the first time I kissed my first boyfriend, Steve, on my 15th birthday. He introduced himself to my parents and relatives. His parents came over for my birthday party. It was special, you know? We met in 5th grade and I instantly developed a crush on him. According to me, I got the guy of my dreams. After all, he was a Caucasian guy with blue eyes and light brown hair. It was exactly what my Hispanic parents wanted: a young man with a future ahead of him. We began dating that same day at my party. We shared everything with each other. I’d send him cool songs I found on YouTube and he’d send me the latest cat memes and clothing ideas. We always knew what was on each other’s mind. For my 16th birthday, he got me …show more content…
He asked me out on a date a week ago but the word “date” made my body tremble and I refused. I fear that I’d repeat the similar process of Steve and Sophia, with Nathaniel and an uninvited third person. I spoke to my parents about it. I was sure to mention the racial differences but it didn’t matter to them. They advised me to follow my gut instincts and if Nathaniel made me genuinely happy, I should pursue it. Later on that day, I saw an African American woman walk out of his apartment. My heart sank into my work shoes. As she walked past me, she stated, “You must be Beverly. My name is Natalie. I’m Nathaniel’s twin sister.” At that moment, I saw the similarities between the both of them. After she was done talking, she walked off and he popped out of his doorway. He stated, “We were just talking about you, Bev.” He nervously approached me and asked me out to dinner. I simply said with a smile on my face, “I will think about it.” His smile expands and I can see his amazingly white teeth with a gap in between the front ones. He mumbles, “I’m going to ask you on a date every week until you say ‘yes’.” I accept his offer on a date and head into my apartment. I couldn’t stop smiling. I felt like a child going into Chuck E.