WICKED: HEXED TWO || URBAN (CB)

Chapter 13

Anais Jones
Never in my 25 years of life did anyone give me a 'welcome to the neighborhood' batch of cookies. It was so cliché but I mean, I lived in a whole new part of the world so there were different things for me to expect.

Already I felt so welcomed. I felt like I was going to fit right into this neighborhood. It made me happy knowing I had that one neighbor where if I needed to borrow some sugar, she'd be there with 10 packs for me.

I ended up inviting her in, I wanted to get to know shawty. She seemed hella cool. She was really pretty too. So there we sat on my living room couch conversing and eating cookies.

"These are bomb as hell girl. You gone have to pass the recipe." I nodded, speaking with my mouth full.

"Bomb as hell? Is that good?" She chuckled.

I covered my mouth before I responded. "Girl yes. Now pass that damn recipe."

"I'm sorry I'm not tooooo familiar with American how do you say...slang? See my boyfriend is American and I don't even understand what he is saying half of the time." She laughed.

"Yeah. I know American english can be hard to understand but you'll get the hang of it eventually." I said, reaching for another cookie.

"So...what made you move to Paris?" She asked.

"It's a looooooong story. But honestly, I've decided that I wanted to stay here for cultural and learning purposes. Plus I get to spend more time with my kids." I smiled, thinking of my two babies.

"Kids?! Girl?! How old are you?" She asked.

"25. 26 in December. I had kids young, yeah. But you know...I love them so much. And they are my pride and joy. Always have been."

Abella pouted, tilting her head. "Awwwwww! Where are they?"

"With they daddies." I sighed. "Probably causing them a bunch of trouble."

"Oh- a-awwww." She nodded, seemingly confused.

"To clarify, I have two different baby fathers." I chuckled.

She laughed, nodding her head. "OH. I was just so confused."

"No it's okay." I cackled, taking another cookie."So! Have you lived in Paris your whole life?"

"No, no." She sighed. "I was born in Marseille but moved to Paris around 5. My father found a new job here and has worked here ever since."

"You must love it here."

"Honestly...I do but I want a change of scenery. I want to visit America. My boyfriend makes it sound so glamorous. I want to try a hot dog." She exclaimed.

I held in my laughter, laughing anyways. "Girl you do not want no damn hot dog. Especially from New York. Where I'm from; born and raised."

"Ugh that's where I especially want to go." She longed.

"Well if or when you go, do not buy a damn hot dog. Especially from the vendors. For all you know them muh fuckas picked up a street rat and put it in wiener form. You don't want to eat a damn rat, Abella." I laughed, trying to scare her. I was such an asshole.

Her face looked shocked. But I mean she had to know the truth.

"Anais you are a funny girl. I could tell I'm going to like you." She laughed.

"I can tell I'm gonna like you too. I feel like me and you are gonna be cool neighbors. And thank you so much for the cookies. I really ate most of them in the 20 minutes that you were here. Ima need that recipe."