𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

Ⅰ

The handcuffs tightened around his wrists, Michael sat angrily waiting for his bestfriend to come bail him out. He grabbed a nearby water bottle, pouring little water on his hands, He wiggled his hands trying to escape the cuffs, his right hand making its way out and then followed his left. He acted as if the cuffs were still on. "When is baby girl spose to be here?" He muttered lowly to himself.

"When are you gone stop coming to jail? You glad they only keep you in the holding room and not with all the other druggies in prison." Arthur the security guard replied with an unwanted statement. "She ain't coming today. "

"When you gone start minding yo' buisness." He said through clenched teeth."Get me out of here."

"You already know I am, Sigmund is waiting out back. And stop coming up in here, I could lose my job letting you out all the time." Arthur sighed. "You owe me a lot, Michael. Don't let it come back and bite you in the ass. Come with me."

Arthur is the oldest security guard at the jail, he helps Michael sneak out or pay his bail when possible, Arthur is practically his guardian angel and is the only thing or person keeping him from the big house... or the little house since Michael isn't old enough to go to prison yet.

Arthur dragged him to the back door, and checked his surroundings. He then threw him outside where Jackie stood impatiently waiting.

"Bring yo' ass on. I'm disappointed in you."

"You have no room to talk, you were a jail bird once." Michael scoffed and began walking to the car.

"Yeah, once. I matured. You are this close to juvie, mama would be upset and I know yo' lil bestfriend slash girlfriend would miss you."

"Aaliyah ain't my girlfriend." Michael tried hiding a smile but failed miserably.

"Yeah, okay and the sky ain't blue." Jackie rolled his eyes and pushed him lightly into the car. "Lae Lae is waiting inside the car."

"It's not its blue it's black outside, fool." Michael braced himself for a slap. "Hey, Lae Lae, you ain' tell my father bout what I did, right?"

"Nah, Ian like that. But you really had the audacity to get caught up while me and Li having a sleep over, and then expect her to come running to pay for your bail." She shook her head. "She's done with you Mike. We all are."

"Naw, she jus' tired thass all. It's a little late for her to be up anyway, Aaliyah is not done with me. And neither are y'all." He argued.

***

Aaliyah woke up to three loud bangs on her door, she ignored them, knowing the only person who bangs like that was someone she had no interest in. 

"Aaliyah! I know you in there! Don't make me buss this door down!!" Michael yelled at her through the door. "Aight if that's how you feel."

He shot two bullets up into the air as a warning. "Open the door, girl. I'm not playing! I'll get Janet on you?" He said as more of a question then a statement knowing Janet wouldn't lay a finger on Aaliyah unless it was a hug.

"Aight, damn! Let me get ready first! It's too damn early for you to be shooting the glock, and yo ass just got outta jail. Don't make me snitch."

She threw a pink tank top and black low rise jeans. She put her hair in a high ponytail and opened the door. "What do you want?"

"I jus' came by to see my bae." He attempted to kiss her.

"Michael. I'm not yo' bae we jus' friends you know that and I know that." She blocked his kiss with her hand. "Big lip having ass." She laughed wiping the slobber off her hand. "But for real Mike, I need you to stay outta jail. Me and your family can't keep bailing you out every time you get into trouble." She sat down and he sat next to her. "Being bad ain't cute. Iss not a good look on yo' record, you'll be in the newspaper talm bout some 'high school student sold 30 lbs of dope, taken to jail for life.'