𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝐬𝐢𝐱

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 • 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲
[𝘼𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙]

“Hey, mom, can my friend come over to stay while we go to the mall for…probably ten years?” I heard Jay downstairs ask. I doubt she was gonna allow a boy to come over while I’m here by myself. She thinks that I’ll get raped or some crazy shit. I mean, I guess I understand but damn…

“Ion know about all that. They can come over when we get back…I don’t have time for all that right now.” My mom replied.

Knew it.

I went into the bathroom and combed my hair. I had been thinking about dying it blonde or like some orange-red color. Or maybe light brown like Jay…no, I don’t wanna hear him saying that I wanna be his twin and shit. He got enough of that a couple years ago.

“Aye, Naya, we outta here!” Jay called.

“Bye Jay.”

Soon enough, he’d walk into the bathroom and throw his arm over my shoulder to take a picture.

“You should smile more.”

“You should take showers more, you stinky nigga.” I chuckle before moving his arm off of my shoulder. He’d just roll his eyes.

“Hey, I told Namil to come over in an hour. I know momma not gone approve of it, but just spend some time wit the kid while we out. I’ll tell you when we’re on the way back.” Jay said quietly.

I smiled a little, “You really didn’t have to do that. Like, you gotta stop.”

“Nah, I’m good. You got a lot of good things happening, just trust me, twin.”

After that, Jay walked out of my room and hurried down the stairs.

“If he thinks good things are talking to niggas and setting up dates, then I must be the luckiest person alive.” I muttered before walking out of the bathroom.

An hour goes by and I was working on commissions since a lot of people were interested in them. I’ve been doing these since I was twelve. Four years of scribbling on paper and calling it art really pays off, huh?

I turned off the light once I finished, then at the same time, I heard a knock on the door.

“I swear if this is more mail…” I roll my eyes and open up the door. I look up and I see Namil. My face went numb and I tried not to look directly at him. Instead of acting nervous though, I decided to just talk to him, like normal.

"Oh, hey Namil." I smiled. "What're you doing?"

"See- uh, I was thinking about you and I...just wanted to see how you were." He said before he handed me some ice cream.

He was thinking about me…?

"Wow! I haven't had this kind in a while. Thank you." My smile grew, and the numbness in my face was fading slowly. I wonder how long I can keep myself in order before I break down.