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"Hey-"

"Mama Hanta kicked you out again, didn't she?"

"Yeah, can you come get me?"

The 17-year-old girl rolled her eyes and set her glasses on her nightstand, shutting her laptop and wiping her eyes.

"Hanta, why do I put up with you?" the girl muttered to herself, throwing her blankets back as she hopped up, cracking her back as she grabbed her giant hoodie, slipping into her lilac purple crocs, grabbing her phone and keys, sneaking out of her window, and softly touching the grassy ground beneath her.

She jogged to her steel gray BMW Series-3, opening the door and hopping in, starting the ignition and starting the drive to Sero Hanta, her best friend since birth, house.

"Hey, thanks for coming, N/n." Sero waved as you rolled down your tinted windows.

"What did you do this time?" you asked as he got in the passengers' seat, closing the door as you pressed the button to roll up the window.

"Curfew again. Same as always," he responded as you pulled out of his driveway.

"Lemme guess. By the time I picked you up and how bored you were looking, I'm guessing maybe...45 minutes late?" Sero's mouth dropped as he then made a stank face and pulled his duffel bag up to his chest.

"See, that's why I don't tell you shit," he grumbled as you chuckled and shook your head.

"Can we go to McDonald's? I'm hungry." Sero said, flicking your cheek rapidly.

"Nigga, do you want me to crash this car?" you asked as he sat back.

"Well my bad," he muttered as you made the drive to McDonald's. On the way, you and Sero vibed to a mix of Kali Uchis, Daniel Caesar, Giveon, Jhené Aiko, and Don Toliver.

"You wanna go in, or no?" you asked as Sero put his duffel bag in the backseat as he zipped up his hoodie, pulling his beanie down a little further.