A Few Weeks Later
"Alright got round the corner n get it, you know the drill" Rameek receives the money from the fiend in the back way.
The sun is shining and the kids are in front of the 2 tall project buildings playing. A black car pulls up on 23rd street. Nobody has seen this car before.. The windows are tinted and it just sits there for a good 5 minutes before actually parking. Rameek just stares at this suspicious car thinking "These niggas is brave bro" knowing that you'll get shot at like that. The car moves finally, but it doesn't leave it just parks. The door opens slowely. Rameek is setting himself to run. A man gets out. He's tall but Rameek cannot see his face because the bright sun. The man closes his door and turns his face. Rameek is relieved, its just his grandpa.
"Yo PopPop!" Rameek runs over there towards his grandfather. "I ain't know you was comin.." Rameek's grand dad lives in jersey so he barely gets to see him. His grandfather says "Yeah cuz I told ya mom not to tell y'all..." He looks around viewing the scene of the little bad ass project kids running around. "I came to whoop y'all Lil ass cuz I heard y'all been givin my daughter a hard time.. Don't make me knock you cross yo head now." He looks into Rameek eyes but you can tell he is joking because of his tone. "Go grab that bag out the trunk for ya granddad."
Rameek's grandfather is very strong for his age. He's around 6'3 and is built like he plays football for a living, or used to.
They both walk off the pissy elevator. His grandfather says while approaching their door "Blumberg still the same ain't it?.. Just nastier." Rameek replied quickly "Worse than that." He knocks on the door with the bag in his hand."These bulls more violent. Than they was back in ya day." His granddad cuts him off almost and says "Now let me tell you somethin. Negros don't never change. The same shit y'all niggas be runnin around here doin now is the same things I seen growin up." The door opens up.
"Hey Dad!" Rameek mom says.
"Heeey babygirl, how you been?"Rameek puts the bag down and then feels his phone vibrate. He pulls it out.
Keyonna: I miss you
He texts her back stating he's going to her house later on. The times says 12:15.
He leaves back out the building.
Walking into the corner store its very crowded, but so small inside. All he wanted really was to get a something to drink. He goes to the back and sees Tymeer.
"Sup bro. " Tymeer says.
They shake hands. "Nun. Out here coolin n shit.. its hot." Rameek replies while grabbing the Arizona iced tea out the freezer.
Rameek gives the dollar to the papi that stands in front of the door.. Tymeer and Rameek leaves out the store together.
"Umm... Where Tyreese n DayDay?.. You seen em?" Rameek says while they walk across the street. "Not Daquan.. but I seen Tyreese wit the bull y'all be wit earlier at the King." Tymeer says. He continued "I heard that nigga be trappin now tho.."Rameek turns his head in surprise. He gives off an noticeable uncomfortable laugh. "Where you hear that?" Tymeer doesn't really notice the tension change of Rameek's attitude. "Niggas be talkin bro.." "-For real, for real tho.. Watch y'all mans cuz... That nigga run around bein Joe as shit talkin bout his money this n that... I fuck wit y'all so Im lettin y'all niggas kno ahead of time..." They look each other dead in the eyes. He continues "It ain't gon be me but,... Somebody gon rob him.. or he gon get y'all in some shit cuz he talkin too much.." Rameek listens to Tymeer with deep thought.. "I feel you bro." Rameek replies.
Tymeer starts to walk off.. "But ard bro imma run into you later." He walks into the building.
Rameek walks off towards Girard ave but he's pissed.. Thinking to himself "Fuck nigga!! Its only been a month and niggas gon kno bout this shit already.."
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