Streetlife

22 - What's Your Story

STEF POV

As we head up to Ming's apartment which is above the restaurant I learn that is owned by her family, I'm grateful she not only fed me a ton of damm food but is giving me a place to crash for tonight. But, this wasn't how I pictured my first few days in New York City, where I was hoping to be this big famous model. Not at all.

But I couldn't take another minute of arguing with my brother or feeling him suffocate the hell out of me as we climb a flight of steep narrow steps and Ming unlocks her billion locks to her door and we step inside.

"It's nothing to write home about, but it's home." She says dumping her keys in a little basket as I look around smiling and the cutely decorated apartment that felt like her. Even if I had only known her for two hours at most it felt like her vibe.

"It's awesome." I smile as she returns it.

"Bathroom is there. I'll get you some stuff to put on and we can wash your clothes in the sink and dry them near the window. That's how I do my laundry during the summer."

"Sure, cool. Mind if I smoke?"

"Long as you share." She snaps back as I grin and hand her my unopened pack. "Ahh, Lucky Strike girl, huh?" She jokes as she takes one and hands me the pack back.

"Hell, yeah. Got a problem?" I tease as she laughs her ass off.

"Not unless you're a rude ass again!! Which I know you can't help being. But bathroom is all yours."

"Sure, sure Ming." I playfully roll my eyes and set my bag down as she lights her smoke and opens every window before turning on her giant fan for it is stuffy as fuck. Just as bad as my brothers apartment although hers is much nicer, decorated and smells better as I head to the bathroom and strip my nasty, wet clothes off that are sticking to me like glue.

"Gonna be a hot one tonight." She yells from the other room as I toss my clothes in the sink.

"No different than the other nights!" I yell back as she gently knocks on the bathroom door.

"Shampoo, towel and here's a tank and gym shorts. I don't know if they'll fit over your curvy hips. Mind you, you got some curvy ass hips and ass for a white chick." She smiles as I stand in front of her completely naked, not caring as I fold my arms across my chest and glare at her, as she laughs.

"It's a compliment, blondie! Believe me. But I'll give you some privacy," she steps back, and I grab the door closing it halfway.

"It's Stef in case you forgot already," I playfully roll my eyes as I hear her laughing on the other end.

"Alright, Lucky. Hurry so we can smoke some weed. I got the good stuff!"

This girl is a trip, I think to myself as I turn on the shower and get in, letting the cool water wash over my scorching, and sticky skin. Along with not eating very well I hadn't really been able to get a good shower since arriving either, and this felt good to me.

My brother certainly didn't have a damm dime to his name and barely a piece of bread in the house. I guess he really wasn't prepared or ready at all for me to come stay with him as I clear my mind of him for this shower felt so damm good to the point that I didnt wanna get out.

I am quick at washing my skin and use some of her cherry body wash and coconut shampoo. That too feels good in my hair as I step out and quickly dry off eager to smoke some of the weed she said she had. That sounded awesome right now along with some of that tasty lo mein I was hoping she had more of.

Scanning her small medicine cabinet for a comb I find one and run it through my drenched hair. Quickly braiding it, I head out to see Ming in a long tshirt and panties as she turns to look at me her long black hair out as she puffs her smoke. I had had a handful of friends back in Boston but not really anyone that I'd call a best friend. Mainly just bad kids I met at parties or even some from the Youth Group my parents made me attend. That was until I told them I was NOT going any longer and that I 'd do what I wanted. They had asked me, well, mainly my father how I became so rude and ungrateful. And I told him he should look in the mirror and he'd know.