This is the Chaye (Shaye & Carlos) story i was talking about ———— (NOTE: This story is told from Shaye’s POV; unless told otherwise) ———— I was hanging out with my boyfriend, Carlos at my house. My dad isn’t home. Thank God for that. My dad doesn’t like Carlos, because he isn’t our race. But I don’t care what my dad thinks about Carlos. I love him and thats all that matters to me. The only reason my dad doesn’t like Carlos is because Carlos’ “people” killed my dad’s mother. That’s not even close to true. But Daddy is too damn stubborn to learn otherwise. Oh well. His loss. “Hey babe! Watch this” Carlos exclaimed as he sat down on the little bench in front of the electronic keyboard/piano. He switched a few things around and pushed on a few buttons. He did that for another minute until reaching his desired pitch. He started to play. “Denim…. Graphic Tees, Leggings, Tunics…. More Denim, Backpacks, Headphones, Hair Gel…. Denim… Shaun White Hoodies and Denim” Like the music teacher in the Target commercial. I giggled and walked over to him. Carlos stopped playing and put his hand around me waist and pulled me closer. I leaned down and kissed him. He pulled me on to his lap while still kissing me. I pulled his shirt off when he lifted me up to stand up and walk over to my bed where he laid me down and got on top of me. He started to unbutton my shirt. “SHAYE!! I’M HOME!!” a man’s voice called out. My father. I pulled away from Carlos’ lips and he …