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Aryanni | Banks
2 am
I turn away from my ringing phone &' place my pillow over my ears. "who tf is calling me ?" i say in my head.
I already knew who it was, i was just avoiding answering. I picked up my iphone 12, as i felt the vibration of it continuing to ring in my hands. I slowly up my eyes as i looked into the screen ... Xana dumb ass, i hated when she came in the house at this time .. distrupting my beauty sleep.
"open the fucking door, its dumb brick outside !" Xana exclaimed into my phone loudly as soon as i answered. "where's your key my nigga ??, like cmon ts mad annoying" I said getting up from my bed in frustration, tossing my phone across the room.
Xana is my annoying ass cousin, but she's also the only friend i have. Me &' Xana have been close since birth .. literally. Being that our dads are brothers, we've had no choice to be the closest of friends. Ever since younger we have always dreamed of living together and now its sadly reality. Im 24 and Xana is 22 .. and very immature, but me being the older cousin everyyy mistake she's made, ive always had to clean up.
I walk down our carpet freshened steps in frustration, Xana is a bottle girl so she always get assigned these crazy hours. I just wish she'd have more consideration for me .. being that im already a rn who gets 0 to no sleep. I unlocked the locks n swung the door open to a shivering Xana in barely any clothes. "damn bitch, why you dont got the heat on ?" Xana said as she pushes past me into the house. I let out a breathe of frustration "if you were home at regular hours maybe i wouldve" . "please dont start yanni .. on some g shit im not ina mood"
Xana said as she stomped up the steps. I just casually rolled my eye, during the time we've lived together i've learned to never go back and forth with Xana, she always thinks she's right. I love her dearly, but living with her is like hell. She comes in at random hours, brings any type of nigga here, barely cleans up .. idk its just irratating asfk.
8 am
*large pan drops* i rise up from my bed quickly as i hear a loud ass noise downstairs. I slighty turn my head peeking into the kitchen as a tall brown skin built man catches my eye. what the fuck ... who the fuck is this ? I say softly in my head. This the dumb shit i be talking about, letting random niggas in OUR house.
I walk into the kitchen seeing Xana & this nigga playing chef. My entrance into the kitchen turns both of their heads "can you guys quiet down a little bit, a bitch tryna sleep" I say focusing my attention on Xana. Before responding she looks me and down ... this bitch tryna grill me ?? . "we not that loud, but ight" Xana says in a low tone.
Sometimes Xana does this thing where she tries to show off in front niggas, I usually let it go but 1 thing she not gon do is keep tryna lil sis me. I crack a sarcastic laugh before turning my back towards them i hear xana mumble "mad aggy" . I walk back into the kitchen "what was said ?". I really don't know why xana putting up this act like i wont wash her infront of this nigga.
"yanni dont start ... i said mad aggy cause niggas wasnt even being loud" xana says rolling her eyes. "xana what ? idk why you coming out your ass, all i said was quiet down" I said eyeing her cause its really taking everything in me not to violate her.
xana cackled before saying "girl bye go the fuck back to sleep, like you always be on some bs" . me ?? bs ?? this bitch come in here with different niggas every week wtf "i don't gotta do shit foreal ... this MY shit. You and your company can dip if anything" I say now walking towards her. I never been the one to argue, its pointless. We can just piece it up by fighting ... so idk why xana getting buck.
2 minutes in and we're in a screaming match ... all while her company is eating this up. "like idgaf bitch stop acting like you run shit" xana exclaimed. "GET OUT BITCH ! you bring new niggas every week" I said yelling over our marble topped island. "no problem ! and dont call me crying to come back" xana screamed grabbing her black lined gucci purse from the living room walking towards the door with this nigga following right behind her.
The house was a complete mess at this point but i didn't even care, i was too tired and beat to clean up. I walked up our carpet lined steps and climbed into my queen size bed. Tears began to form in my eyes while i was drifting off to sleep, just casually letting my thoughts roam my busy mind. I just want whats best for Xana, after both our fathers died i have always felt it was my duty to care for her ... i just wish she understood that.
