𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝|𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹

A/N: I have decided to write this story in only 3rd person POV just because it's easier.

Imani waited a week until Michael got off of ISS so they could continue working on the list. She found it fun and wanted to see what else he had in mind.

She waited until the end of the school day so she could meet up with him outside. When the bell rang, she grabbed her bag and quickly went outside. When she got there, she saw Michael standing there looking at something on his phone. He smiled when he saw her walking up to him.

"Wassup girl?" He asked while giving her a quick side hug.

"Nothing much." She shrugged. "But anyways, what's the next thing on your list?"

He laughed a dry laugh. "You seem more excited about this then I do."

"I am! Now tell me, I wanna know!"

He laughed lightly again, grabbing her hand so he could lead her away from the other kids. When he felt as though they were far enough away, he let her go.

"Okay so the next thing I wanna do is try alcohol. But I don't know how imma do that since I ain't 21 yet..." He told her.

Imani made a 'pshhh' sound. "That'll be easy."

Michael furrowed his brows. "What? You got alcohol?"

"Possibly." She smirked lightly. "Meet me at the lounge in 30 minutes."

He nodded his head, still confused, and they walked the separate ways to their houses.

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Imani unlocked the door to her house and threw her book bag on the floor. She new her mom wouldn't be home so this was the perfect opportunity to snatch and go.

She walked into the kitchen and opened the drawers full of all sorts of alcohol who mother drank.

"Hmmm, should I do whiskey or red wine?" She though to herself. She settled on the whiskey. She grabbed it and walked back to her book bag, stuffing it in there and walked out, going to the lounge.

The lounge wasn't a building or anything like that. It was actually a clearing in the woods that Imani and her friends would go to to hang out. They were the only ones who knew about it and they planned to keep it that way.

Imani walked through all the trees before she reached the clearing. Michael was sitting right in the middle with his knees up to his chest, staring up at the sky. Imani ran up to him and plopped down next to him.

"I got it!" She sang. She pulled the whiskey out of her book bag and Michael's eyes widened.

"Where did you get it from?" He asked.

"My momma is one of the biggest alcoholics on the planet." She plainly stated. "I didn't bring any cups so you're gonna have to drink from the bottle."

She handed him the bottle and he reluctantly took it. He opened it and took a small sip, instantly choking on how bitter it was.

"That's disgusting." He said in between coughs.

"Lemme try." Imani said while taking the bottle away from him. She took a sip only to spit it right back out. "You right, I don't know how my mom drinks that shit."

While she was putting the whiskey back in her bag, she noticed Michael looking up at the sky, deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked while hugging tighter to her sweater.

"About how much I'm gonna miss this place when I die."

She furrowed her brows. "Well that's not until a long time. We're still young and all."

Michael looked at her and opened his mouth like he was about to say something but then decided against it.

"Yeah you're right. I guess I was just thinking."

She nodded and they just sat in a comfortable silence, but they were interrupted by the sound of Imani's phone going off. She checked the caller idea and the word Mom lit up her screen.

"My momma's calling me. She probably wants me to come home. You coming?" Imani asked while getting up.

"Nah, I think imma stay here for some time." He smiled at her lightly and she just shrugged.

"Alright then. See you late then." They waved goodbye to each other and she left, leaving Michael alone.

A/N: This was highkey lame but the next chapter will be somewhat interesting

-Mariama❤️