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"Damn, that old ass nigga was staring into my soul for what?" DJ muttered under her breath as she thought about how Honey's father stared her down until she exited the room. DJ never spoke to that man a day in her damn life, but yet he was mugging the fuck out of her and clutching his bible like she was a demon straight out the fiery pits of hell? She ain't know if it was because she was laid up with his daughter, how she looked or what but she almost gave him a reason to not like her ass for real. She had a mouth on her and an attitude that would've had him doing a real life exorcist, deadass convinced that she was really a demon.
Honestly, DJ ain't even like tapping into that side of herself despite how she portrayed herself. Being enraged drained the hell out of her energy and had her doin' or sayin' shit she would regret which is why she kept her cool most of the time. Well—whatever 'cool' she could hold onto while living this shitty life.
DJ navigated down the fairly unoccupied corridor, turning corners until she appeared in front of the steel doors of the elevator. She stood there, tugging at her drawstrings of her hood again. She was tryna block the florescent lights from her vision because it was so fucking bright. If she wasn't awake before she damn sure was now. On the lowest key, DJ regretted leaving the hospital bed she was sharing with Honey. She could've been laid up, enjoying some peaceful ass sleep, but Honey's Pops was all in the way of that. Now DJ had to go deal with Xena complaining about how she spent most of their anniversary in the hospital.
Xena wasn't like none of DJ's past girls, she was outgoing and preppy, but chill as hell too. Xena had this whole mature and positive mindset thing goin' on. And to top it off, she gave DJ space whenever she wanted it and wasn't clingy, pushy or insecure. Initially, that's why DJ started fuckin' with her and ultimately cuffed her. Shorty was a gem.
However, when it came to their anniversaries, dates and any events they attended together as a couple. Xena could be overbearing and annoying as fuck, just nagging relentlessly in DJ's ear cause she wanted everything to be at her high ass standards. She had DJ spending hella cash and was over the top for every occasion.
Beginning with their first month anniversary, Xena was extra as hell about what they were going to do, what they wore and other irrelevant shit DJ couldn't careless about. They was together for not even a hot minute and Xena already started tryna control and plan everything out. DJ thought might've been cause Xena wanted to show off and impress her lil friends or something, but nevertheless she was trying too fucking hard. This time was no different, even though Xena knew what went down with Honey. She was still worried about their four month anniversary like DJ gave a fuck. They done celebrated every month, attended every event under the sun and missing one wasn't gone shake shit.
DJ smashed the elevator buttons over and over, hoping it was gone magically make the doors open faster but it didn't. She shoved her hands in her pockets of her hoodie, waiting impatiently for the elevator to come to her floor. This ancient motherfucka gone have me standing here until sunrise and I'll happily do it cause ain't no fucking way I'm taking ten flights of stairs down to the parking lot.
