My Guys.

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Jasmine

You'd think that once you get your own place, you'd be able to be independent.

Not in this family.

I thought my parents would be proud that I've got my own place at 21 -nearly 22- when I'm in my last year of uni considering the fact that my older brother still lives with them but are they? Nope.
My older sister literally moved out with her husband a few months ago.

"Mumma. Let me speak man." I cut her off.

She was not letting me get a dog. I live by myself too!

"Speak."

"All I wanted was a yes or no-"

"No."

"Fine. I'll just get a tattoo."

"Jasminder-"

"What?! Who's telling you I'm partying and drinking everyday and doing drugs? I'm not!"

I am

"Rahul."

My little rat brother. He's so annoying. Always telling my parents lies about me and then comes to me when he's done something bad.

"Of course. Okay. Tell Keerat to pick me up next week and ame vat karis" I reasoned. (we'll talk)

"Theek. Love you beta." She hung up. (Okay)

I was just about start some homework when there was a knock at my door. I live in a small bungalow just outside of London. There was a lovely lady who lived upstairs but her kids were fucking annoying. I groaned and got up from my bed to open the door.

It was my best friend, Krishna, who walked in with a bag.

"Hey babes" she walked into my kitchen.

"Hey. What's that?" I asked, going into my room.

"Daal. My mum said to give you some" she explained.

"I don't like daal?" I laid down in the position I was previously in.

"I told her that! She said you have to atleast try some" she said, slumping beside me on the bed.
We turned to face each and went our phones in a comfortable silence until she broke it.
"Let's go get matching tattoos"

"What?"
She showed me an account on Instagram that open until from 12pm to 12am and wasn't far from here.
"Now?" I looked at the time and it was 9pm.

"Yes now. Come on. Chalo" she got up (let's go)

Without protesting, I got up and put on my trainers and a hoodie before taking my essentials: keys, phone, wallet, gum, earphones.

. . .

"So...any boyfriends?" Krishna broke the comfortable silence again on our walk to the shop.

"No...I'm just trying to focus on graduating man. How's things between you and Janak? Indi? Preet? Hazzy?"

"You're a bitch." She looked at me with a straight face, making me laugh. "I've told you a hundred times. His name is Kishan!"

"What happened to the others?"