Silver Beema

Chapter 1

The car was a Silver 2006 BMW 3 series. The one that looks like a hatchback. It had a sunroof so at night when we would go hotbox, it would get cloudy and if you kept your eyes arched in the direction of the sunroof as someone rolled a window open to get the smoke out, the stars were in your view, sort of suggesting that you had reached space. The sound system still worked as perfectly as it did when he would wake the entire neighbourhood at 4am coming home from a party he clearly didn't get enough of. I remember because 'Too deep for the intro' by J.Cole hit home ever so profoundly.

The lines "Should I admit that a slutty bitch was my was my 1st smash„ it was an experience so nah I didn't ware it out, always thought my 1st time would be someone I care about, but being a virgin was something to be embarrassed about, I used her ass for practice so I wasn't scared out my mind" especially dawned on me because I was turning 17 in a week and I was still a virgin.

I didn't suffer much of the embarrassment because I had managed to convince my homies I had lost my virginity a while back, not from the outside anyway, on the inside I always felt like the longer I stayed a virgin, the bigger a loser I would turn out to be when St Peter read out my life at the gates of heaven and I'd be sentenced to Eternal Burning in fiery hell. I had to have sex before the week ended, and I was running out of options (see: too deep for the intro lyrics).

"What we doing for your birthday my nigga" Reg asks, after we had concluded an uncontainable laugh, 'the giggles' is what we've come to know the phenomenon to be called. I shrugged as I looked at him, "Dad is only sending money on Wednesday and what we want to do is kinda entirely dependent on how much we have to spend". "17th isn't even that much of a deal dude we don't need to go over the top" Rafael said from the back seat and inadvertently started a life solving conversation about why people place inconsistent meaning on consistent concepts like birthdays.

When attention resumed to the matter at hand, the plan formulated was to mob the annual picnic bash in our city that was happening that weekend. Since it was close by we wouldn't struggle with transport and whatever money we had would be spent on alcohol and our drug of choice, sweet Mary Jane. "Are you gonna invite Kgabi?" Nino asks me. I responded to him, and Lord Knows what it was I said because my mind was a million miles away. I had just broken up with my girl of long distance because of her infidelities but in truth I still loved her. I hear Nino speak again and this time he says she's really awesome, and if I don't want her I should pass her on to him. Crazy how we treat women like objects. "nah its chilled dawg, maybe she'll bring those friends you like with." I respond, before feeling a sudden animal like craving for food, the munchies have set in.

"Here's a crazy idea, lets drive to McDonald's real quick?" Reg says in a joking tone but really testing the waters to see if it was in our scope of operations with regards to the car. I look at him, almost as if I'm considering it and open my mouth to say "naaah, this is smokers lounge only, besides, I don't even have the keys".We laugh it off before walking out and making our way to the nearest fuel station to grab some snacks.

I get home and before hitting the sack I check my phone. Two messages, one from Rea; my ex and it's pretty long so I stop reading after "I'm really sorry babe...". The other is from Kgabi and it had a much better tone to it. It read something like "Hey you *insert kissy face*, noticed you haven't been online all day, just checking in on you, hope you are alright and stuff. Have a schweet night! I realize we've only known each other for a while and this is a totally out of character thing for me today, but you're awesome„ you get a lil special treatment *insert more kissy faces*" I responded with my fair share of emoji's and a classic Serg lil dirty joke before crashing.