Do The Right Thing: A Short Story

After he let me inside, we sat on the couch for a little while and watched Spike Lee’s, Do the Right Thing. As Levi and I sat so close to one another, I felt his body heat. With the lights off and thoughts of Aunt Joyce’s nasty tape playing over and over inside of my head, all I wanted to do was the wrong thing. I really wanted to make a move, but I wasn’t sure of what to do. After thinking about it for a while, I decided to give it a shot.
“Hey, you never gave me a tour of your house.” “I’ll show you, but there isn’t much to see,” replied Levi, as he pulled me up off of the couch by my hand. As we walked down a short hallway, he opened a closed door at the end. “This is my old man’s room.” When I walked in, I saw an unmade bed, a nightstand littered with a variety of things, a black recliner, and a small television. The walls in the room were white and the carpet was beige. There wasn’t a smell in the room; it didn’t smell good or bad. I guess that you …show more content…
I had never heard of some of the other groups though. The smell in Levi’s room was his own personal scent. If I could bottle the smell, I would take it with me so that I would never forget it. Without a doubt I was in a trance when I sat on the foot of Levi’s bed and pressed play on his silver boom box. To my surprise Bobby Brown’s, Roni filled the air. I laughed because I never imagined that Levi would listen to this kind of music.
“I didn’t know that you liked Bobby Brown.” I said. “I only listen to this song because it reminds me of you,” he replied, as he sat down on the bed beside me. After hearing that, I made my move on Levi. I leaned in and kissed his lips and from there things only got better. As Bobby Brown continued to sing about his Roni, our clothes ended up on the floor. Under the plaid blanket on Levi’s bed we got closer than close and I felt Levi’s skin against