Hood Boys Need Love

6.

Noor

Kristen's answer off back was "Hell No." Marlowe couldn't stop herself from crying to even say any words that weren't intelligible. Autumn was the last person I wanted to ask, I would hit the women who carried me in her womb for eight and a half months up to and ask her to go do something illegal with me before I even fix my lips to ask Autumn for a maxi pad when mother nature decides to make her entrance without any fucking warning.

I love Autumn, but she is always being extra and trying to start an argument with me about any and everything. It's beginning to be overwhelming and making me think she loves me but on a way deeper level than I love her. It's either that or something about my shitty life that makes her jealous. It has to be the first because jealousy of another is not Autumn's persona.

Autumn answered on the very last ring in a groggy and hoarse tone that most use when they were just sleeping merely seconds ago. "Hello."

"Did I wake you?" Of course, I did.

"Yes," she sighs exasperatedly. "But it's all good. What's up?"

Way before I even muster up the coverage to say what I need to say, I can already hear her answer. She's going to flip out at the mouth. And say so much shit before she gives me her answer which will be a hard no.

"Noor!" she shouted raspily into the phone. "I know you didn't call me to sit on the phone listening to you breathe."

"Naw," I chuckled softly.

"Then what's up?" she asked once more.

I took a deep breath in and exhaled sharply before speaking. "That boy's here."

"What boy?" I can hear the genuine curiosity in her voice.

I don't know his name. So I'm clueless on what to call him. I begin to enunciate a fresh memory that may or may not have scarred my friend and me for life.

"That boy who was in my basement the other day and demanded we work for him until my debt has been paid?"

"Oh, you mean that sick son of bitch who had that beast of a woman attack me the other day ruining my pretty face?"

"Yup. That's him."

"Yeah. Fuck him." She spat. "He and his demands could choke on a golf-size dick and die for all I care."

"A dick, though?" I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Why not his saliva?"

"Nah he could very much choke on that too," she assured matter-of-fact, causing herself and me to laugh even harder to the point we were either teary-eyed or gasping for air.

We would've continued with the laughter all day until our bellies hurt but someone cleared their throats behind me, intercepting this wholesome moment.

I turned around and he whose name remains unknown to my knowledge stood in my doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Am I the hot topic of your conversation?" he asked smugly as one of his eyebrows quirked upward.

Autumn and I both smacked our lips. Autumn spoke loudly into the ear of my drum as if he could hear her boisterous voice downplaying him and his looks, "Boy your ugly ass is not even hot to be a topic." she cackled. "So shut the fuck up." She cussed.