20-year-old Assyria Adina Stone yearned for peace but favored excitement. She was in a lane of her own. Discovering herself. Physically, she was on earth, but mentally, she was living through her own fantasy. She was a young woman and wanted to expl...
Lucky's lingo clarification: Bol= my nigga, my dude, homeboy, Cool off me= give me space, back up off me, ease up, let me be Nut shit= you on dumb shit/stupid shit Crafty= somebody moving shady/sneaky/unusual Pap/Papis= the men that make food/sandwiches at the corner stores/bodega You good? = you ok? You tryna fight? Jawn= be used for anything.
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"He is too excited," Ava laughed, watching Ace run around the park.
It was February the 10th, she had two days left until her birthday, but Lucky seemed to have been using the entire week to celebrate with her. She couldn't put a finger on it, but this time around, being in Philly felt a little different than her first time. She was still trying to figure out if it was a good feeling or eerie. The weather was colder than down in Virginia, but today was warmer from the first night they arrived.
Clad in a plaid and denim outfit, she had a natural beat to her face as she rocked a pair of the twins, Aladdin lashes. She plucked and glued down one of their loose wave, frontals, that she mastered in only spending fifteen minutes getting the hair to look as if it grew from the scalp. Naturally, she knew she didn't need any of the accessories, but she liked playing in makeup, and she had a deep obsession with buying out her sisters' wig lines.
Any color, she had it. And if she didn't, she'd use YouTube to teach her how to bleach or dye. Whereas Ava was dressed for a photo-op, Lucky stuck to a simple all-black attire, his locs pulled up and wrapped into a man-bun, headphones on, and a Glock tucked.
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"I 'ont know why he frontin' like his ass ain't never been outside before," Lucky shook his head, smirking at the puppy as he chased after a goose.
"Our weather is bipolar, he finally gets some sun," smiling, she leaned into him, "I like this."
"What? Being away?"
"Yeah..." she nodded, "Thank you."
"Yup," he glanced at his watch before whistling for Ace to bring his behind, "Hungry?"
Ava shrugged, "Guess so."
Staring at her briefly, he shook off the comment and reattached the leash to Ace's collar. Making it to a few corner stores, Lucky held the door open for Ava but before either could walk inside, someone touched his shoulder.
Instinctively, he moved her back and choked up the stranger that decided to touch him. Those who recognized Lucky, proceeded on their journey as if they weren't witnessing a crime.
"Bol, it's me. Cool off me," the guy panicked then groaned when Lucky twisted his arm.
