𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 、𝖆 𝖓𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖇𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊.

my brother's best-friend, (two).

𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖒,
* 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖉 & 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖆'𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊
𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓-𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊.

         ( seven! ) • A FRIDAY afternoon in the streets of Harlem, fire trucks could be heard making daily rounds, or kids playing outside. Lisa was doing her black history project, she chose it to be about the phenomenal woman, Maya Angelou. She cut out photos and glued them onto her poster-board side by side. "Lisa, me and Angelo are about to head over to the skating rink with Desiree and Yasmin. You gone be aight?" She rolled her eyes and nodded, "Yeah, I'll be aight. Go have fun with that fishy girl!" He copied her laugh and slammed her door. "That nigga is always going somewhere." She continued on her assignment.

       Passing by six hours, Desmond and Angelo came into his house, a little tipsy. "Yo D, give me a water." Angelo took off his shoes and jacket and relaxed on the couch. He tossed Angelo one and grabbed himself one. Lisa came downstairs to get a small snack, her eyes spotted someone she didn't want to see. "Oh what's up, Lis? Did you finish your project?" She answered Desmond while grabbing some chips from the pantry. "Yeah, i'm finished." Angelo had spotted something in her pants, she didn't have no panties on. "Yo, I'm bout to take my ass to sleep. You can crash in the guest room or the couch. Goodnight, sis." He gave her a forehead kiss and walked upstairs to hear the bed creak from his room. Lisa walked upstairs after him and turned off the lights for Angelo.

time skip.

        Lisa was laying on her stomach watching Family Matters. Angelo knocked then came into her room, leaning on her wall. "What are you doing in my room, Angelo? Ain't you supposed to be sleeping in the guest room?" He rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth. "I can't come and see you? And you look pretty comfy there, Lis." She sits up and pauses the tv. "You don't remember last time? Acting as if you didn't give a fuck?" He took a seat on her bed and licked his lips. "I'm sorry, Lisa. Seriously, I am." He put his hand on her thigh and rubbed circles with his thumb. "It's cool, but why are you in my room? You supposed to be sleeping in the guest room or the living room." Lisa said adjusting herself. "I wanted some company, it's cold downstairs and it's boring as fuck in the guest room." She laid on her back and looked into the ceiling. "You pussy or something? I thought you weren't afraid of the dark?" He got on top of her while staring into her eyes. "Who you calling a pussy? I see one in front of me."

        He pointed down to her area and rubbed it a little. "Angelo, I don't think this is a good idea." He circled and teased it. "He is knocked out, shorty. Desmond ain't bout to wake up until tomorrow morning." He slipped his hand into her pants. "What about your girlfriend? You and her still together?" He sat back down and rubbed down his waves. "Are y'all still together? Yes or no?" He started grabbing his stuff. "You ain't answering my question!" He turned around and menacingly stared at her. "Why the fuck are you so worried about my relationship? Why can't we just do the shit and leave it at that?" She stood up. "Why can't you be faithful to your girlfriend? I might not like the bitch, but I respect your relationship." Desmond knocked on the door.

        "What's going on? Y'all good in here?" They looked at Desmond. "I'm heading out, D. See you tomorrow." He walked out the room and headed downstairs. "What the hell happened Lisa? You good?" She started crying and sat down. "What's wrong sis? Did he do something or-" She cut him off. "Why does Angelo keep playing this game with me? Like I'm just some piece of meat, D." He immediately knew what she was talking about.

         "Look Lisa, I'm trying to say this in the most truthful way I can, I suggest you stop fucking with Angelo. He might be my nigga but he ain't the best boyfriend, and I don't want my little sister getting hurt anymore, he cheats on his girlfriend all the time and- Just don't fuck with him anymore." She squished her eyebrows together. "I know you like him a lot, Lisa. I know we all grown but he still plays those childish games, and I applaud you for respecting the relationship, I'll hook you up with one of my other niggas if you want." She nodded and wiped her tears. "I'm good, Desmond. Thank you, though." He kissed her cheek and walked out.

       "Forget that nigga, Lis." fin.