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"Her mom is really nice. I've met her a few times. I think she'll let you." Yasmine took a piece of her step mother's cheese cake not caring that it didn't belong to her
"I swear if her mama mean i'm beating your ass." Taj wanted to have a movie night at Harlem's house, but he wanted to be polite and ask her mom for permission. Yasmine had given him the number, so all he had to do was call
"Just do it bro." He dialed the number before letting it ring
"If this the bill collector, I don't got no fucking money." A woman's voice spoke
Taj cleared his throat. "Um is this Harlem mama?"
"Who is this?"
"I'm a friend of hers. I was ju-
"So why you calling me if you her friend?" Her mom asked with an attitude
damn woman can i talk?
"I wanted to do like a movie night, but Ian wanna be rude and just pop up at your house without permission. Is it a bad time?" Her mother's attitude softened. She realized that he was a respectful young man
"Boy whats your name?"
"Taj."
"No what your mama name you?" Yasmine sat there holding in her laughter while listening to the conversation. "Tajour."
"Harlem! Come here!" Her mom yelled. There was shuffling in the background before he could hear Harlem's soft voice
"Yes?"
"Who is Taj?"
"My friend. Why?" She questioned. "He called asking if he could come over to watch a movie."
"Is that him on the phone?" Harlem questioned. "Yea."
"Taj why didn't you just call me?"
"Cause it was posta be a surprise mama." Yasmine looked at him in disgust
"You're a simp." She whispered. Taj flipped her off. "Oh. She said you can come, but nobody will be here. Also, she said- mama no I'm not saying that. " Harlem began talking to her mom on the side
"I'll be there round nine thirty. I got work to handle right now." Yas had already walked upstairs and into her room
