I felt it… Like something was wrong. I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly but I knew it was something. I called up my nigga Trey to see if everything was going good down at the warehouse.
“Yo.” He spoke into the phone.
“Everything good nigga?” I asked.
“Word— You was just here ‘bout 15 mins ago, fucks wrong with you Jay?” He asked as if he found amusement in my paranoid voice.
“Nothing. I’m hit yall up later” I said hanging up quickly.
I was hoping that I didn’t have to do this. I’d rather some shit go wrong at the warehouse then at home. I scrolled through my contacts, until I came across the name I was looking for.
“Yo nigga I can’t talk right now.” Justin said sounding alarmed. I heard a female yelling in the background and that only made me feel worst.
“Fuck is going on down there nigga who is that yelling?” I asked into the phone, anxious to get an answer.
“Chill out bro, I’m at my niggas house chillin. That nigga Bryan fucking around with Teyana.” I knew this nigga was lying. That ain’t no joke scream, it sound like someone getting killed. But I trust this nigga Justin and he knew better than to lie to me. I seen the reflection from my screen lighting up signaling that the call had ended. If something is going on down there I wouldn’t wanna add to it. But I feel oblivious, in which I shouldn’t. I know going down there might stress them out more but I feel like I have no choice. If my unexpected visit is gonna be stressful, Riee gon’ hate me more for the drama that’s coming. I wasn’t prepared for this shit, but if I don’t get them together something bad’s gonna happen. And I’m not preparing myself for another funeral anytime soon. If anything I’ll be sending out warnings to the niggas I plot on to have their families prepare themselves for their own funeral.
2 hours earlier
“So what’s good Crys?” I asked cheerfully. I had just pulled up to Crystal’s friend’s house and she came out there cheesing like a pregnant woman that just found out the sex of her child.
“I’m coolin baby, I missed you!” She replied, cheesing from ear to ear.
“I missed you too, how was Miami? …Oh and when school starts again I got an assignment to do down there. Well it’s extra credit if I go, so you know I’m considering it. Being as my best bitch is studying down there.” I explained while switching over to the turning lane.
“Come through then nigga, what you mean considering?” She questioned with a playful attitude
“I gotta see, I wanna go though. I just don’t know exactly when yet. Hopefully when I’m free you know.” I said glancing at her quickly for confirmation.
“Ooh you better. But Miami is Miami, live as fuck.. It’s a good place to be but I don’t know if it was the best place to go to college.” She explained. “Too much distractions, you know?” She continued. Even though she mumbled it, she did look over at me to see if I heard.
“Crystal not now, I’m not trying to do this shit. Bugga already tried to pull some shit at the restaurant. I can’t sorry” I spoke up quickly. I’m done with the bullshit talking.
“Whatever, how is Justin by the way?” She asked trying to change the subject.
“He’s been good Crys, same ol’…” I answered uninterested, not in the mood to catch up anymore.
“Cheer the fuck up Ariel or drop me back off. I didn’t mean it in just any way. I mumbled it for a reason. What else am I suppose to say? What do you want me to do… avoid saying the word distraction? Cut the shit.” She shot at me, annoyance all in her voice. I grilled her while parallel parking in the malls parking lot.
“I’m good Crystal.” I mumbled, rolling my eyes.
“I know yo ass is lying and we said we were done with that shit, so for now I’ma let it go. Gimme a kiss hoe, I missed you.” Crystal said while leaning in to kiss my cheek.
“Let’s go Crystal.” I said while giggling, grabbing my purse and getting out the car. I love my best friend. Every time people seen us going at it they would swear we were in an intense argument, but we never were. We were just speaking on some G-shit.
I was back at my mom’s house playing 2k in the living room with Dré. The nigga really think he can beat with 1 minute left in the game with also the ball in my hand.
“Nigga I got this!” I shouted.
“Chris, shut the fuck up.” He spat back at me, just in time for my mom to hear while walking downstairs. I would’ve laughed but when she stormed into the living room it was then that we realized we just cussed in mama’s house.
“Christopher Maurice Brown and André Juelz Brown, what the hell did I tell you two about cursing in my damn house?” She asked. If looks could kill boy….
“Ma that was Dr—” I begun, before getting cut off.
“I don’t wanna hear that shit Christopher, do you think you’re both too old to get beat?” Dré and I couldn’t help but laugh. We how old now and mama still think’s she could beat us. I mean, I understand smack but beat mama? Seriously… And she sound like a hypocrite, last time I checked shit was part of cussing.
“So you guys think it’s funny?” She asked while walking over to the TV getting ready to disconnect the game.
“Aight ma chill, no more cussing. This ni- I mean Dré over here getting mad cause I’m bout to school his ass.
“Ma watch out you’re blocking us.” Dré said, a bit irritated. I don’t know if he thinks that’s gonna make a difference or summin’ cause the game was about to end and my score was a point ahead of his. Plus, the ball was in my hand. Mama blocking the tv is just giving him an excuse to say that’s the only reason I beat him.
“That’s it, get your asses up.” Mama said while plugging out the game. Well isn’t today Andre’s lucky day, two ‘excuses’ on why he didn’t get to beat me in 2K for the first time. I could just hear the nigga lying telling people the only reason I beat him is cause mama plugged the game out. Shit’s too funny. I do it all the time though, everyone knew including Crys and she hated playing 2K with us. She didn’t even like watching us play. I looked over at Andre and the nigga was clenching his jaw. I don’t know why he took this shit so serious, I mean he shouldn’t anymore. I ALWAYS BEAT HIS ASS.
“Nigga chill out.” I laughed.
“Mama why you gotta do that for? I was just about to crush this n—.” He asked sounding like a big ass kid.
“Baby it’s just a game. You guys get too hyped up over it, cursing in my damn house like you done lost your damn mind.” She said while sitting down next to Andre, cheesing in his face while rubbing his back.
“Mama quit with that stuff, I’m not playing.” He said, obviously annoyed.
“Come babies, today’s the day I’m gonna teach you how to cook.” She replied smiling. Cook? Why today? Out of all the days we ain’t have shit to do she choose today, I mean not saying we have anything to do now but damn. A nigga just wanted to chill. Mama been dying to teach us how to make at least one dish and we been telling her a different excuse almost every time. Funny thing is she always had bad timing. Like now of course.
“Nah mama, I’m bout to be out.” I lied.
“That nigga is lying mama.” Andre spoke quickly. Bitch ass nigga. That was foul, a bitch move. Only bitches snitch. The nigga just mad cause I was bout to beat his ass again.
“Boy what did I tell you about cursing in my house?” Mama questioned, while smacking him right in his mouth.
“Oww mama that sh- I mean that hurts.” Andre said, holding his mouth so that his words came out slurred. I just chuckled and shook my head.
“Better say sorry before she do it again.” I instigated.
“Christopher shut your mouth because you deserve one too. You both been cursing since I’ve been down here. I don’t want no apology, I just want it to stop. Now I’m going upstairs to change out of these clothes and when I get back down I want you both in that kitchen. And by the way, where’s Crystal ? I haven’t seen that girl around much.” I swear she still treats us like we’re kids. And how she gonna see Crystal if she’s been working half the time Crystal’s here. Mama be bugging.
“Mama you were at work.” Dré said obviously thinking the same as me.
“So what, I swear I get no love around here.” She answered chuckling because we all knew that was Bullshit.
“Bullshit.” I mumbled while smirking
“Say that a little louder Christopher.” —Shit—
“I said word mama.” I lied.
“Ooh ! I don’t know why y’all tryna test my gangster today. Ask Dré ‘bout me, he just got smacked.” She said while walking out the living room laughing. Me and Dré couldn’t help but laugh too. Joyce swear she a thug sometimes, it’s sad cause she’s just soo corny. I love my mama though.
“So I don’t get no love?” I asked, while looking for a Medium in this YSL shirt.
“Bitch shut up and pick me up one too.” She said, giving me stank face and texting away on her iPhone.
“I don’t see how you give a bitch attitude and expect her to do something for you.” I replied. Searching again to find only one medium left. Ha! Isn’t today my lucky day, I thought while smirking. Out of nowhere, Ariel started with her obnoxious laughing. I just shook my head in shame. She is not going to be laughing when I tell her I got the last shirt now is she? And who got her laughing so hard.
“Ugh, stop looking at me like that.” She spoke, her laughter dying down.
“Then shut your loud ratchet ass up, who is that?” I asked her while chuckling.
“None ya bizness hoe.” She answered. Ooh yeah, that reminds me.
“What ever and I got the last shirt bitch. Soo none deh yeh fi yuh.” I laughed.
“That’s not funny Crys… and eww your fake wannabe jamaican accent shut the fuck up.” She said while giving me the stink face trying not to laugh.
“Ooh yeah, I gotta talk to you about something Ariel.” I know that line scared her. Her face quickly turned straight and her right eyebrow raised probably the highest it can go.
“Fuck no, about what?” She asked annoyance in her voice. I just laughed.
“Chill nothing serious it’s just abo—” before I could finish my phone rang playing Sent From Heaven by Keyshia Cole, my mom’s favorite song. I knew it was her because I made it her ringtone just for that. I looked over at Ariel and put my index finger up telling her to hold on real quick, and slid my finger across my cell’s screen.
“Hey baby where are you?” She asked sounding happy as ever. Ugh, she’s probably with Chris and Andre.
“Out shopping with Ariel, what about you?” I answered.
“I’m home cooking, and which Ariel? My EllaBell, your long lost twin?” She anxiously asked, surprised.
“Yeah mama that’s the only one.” I laughed remembering how my mom always called Ariel my long lost twin cause we were so much alike and she loved her like her own daughter. Not to forget that corny ass nickname André and Mama use to call her.
“Lord where has she been, I’ve missed her. You both better be over here for dinner, no buts. I’m gonna let you get back to your shopping though so hurry over. Kisses to you both and let Ariel know I’ve missed her and I’ll see you guys later.” With that she hung up, damn I didn’t even get to say anything. She always does that when she doesn’t want any excuses, which means we have to go.
“So anyways, mama says she misses you and that we must attend dinner today.” I told Ariel.
“Sure, but what did you have to tell me. And before we go I need to stop home to pick up some clothes, my charger, and laptop. And I need to shower, just in case I decide to stay over.” She spoke a little too fast but surprisingly, I caught everything.
“Whatever lets go try these on and go then.”
After trying everything on, putting some things back, and picking up more merchandise we finally purchased our items and made our way to her Porsche. Pulling out the parking lot she then asked again what it is I needed to speak to her about.
“We have some stuff to talk about.” I told her, even though she just asked.
“Oh nice! What is it now?” She asked in a sarcastically happy tone. Playing along, I spoke…
“Chris…” I said in a darling tone while smiling, but she just rolled her eyes probably getting her story together.