This part is going to be short, don't judge me.
Romeo
I walked into the gym and searched for my ugly ass brother. It didn't take long because his loud mouth yelled my name.
Walking over to Romello, I slapped his hand.
"I saw you leave with that stripper last night. Wassup with that? You hit didn't you?" He gave a sly grin.
"Nah. We got to know each other." I shrugged.
"You. Got to know a stripper? I heard it all." He chuckled.
"Don't judge her man. And her name is Jehari." I defended.
"My bad. So what you find out?"
"She's an only child. Her favorite color is purple, she loves music especially Lyfe Jennings. Oh and she wants to be a ballerina." I laid back on the weight bench.
"A ballerina? What is she, seven?" He stood over me.
"Shut up you bitch. There are professional ballerinas everywhere. She wanna dance for the Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater."
"You like her huh?" Romello asked knowingly.
"Yeah. I mean, she gotta do what she gotta do. I don't judge baby girl, cause I don't know what she's going through." I lifted the weight.
"True."
"Besides, she cool as hell. She got dreams, and she determined to follow em."
"That's good. But why she strip though?"
"I don't know. Imma ask her when we go on our date on Friday."
"Date?"
"Yeah date." I said slowly.
"Damn, so you thinkin about settling down."
"If she the one. Then yeah."
"Aw, my little brudda growin up!" He said in a baby voice.
"Nigga you gay!"
"Bitch."
"Hoe."
"That I am."
I laughed at my brother and continued to lift the two hundred fifty pound weight. Once I hit thirty lifts, I put the weight back and sat up.
"I still can't believe you moved mom and dad down here." Mello complained.
"Hey, mom threatened me. I had no choice." I threw my hands up.
"Why she so mean dawg?"
"I don't know. She yo mom." I pointed at him, walking to a treadmill.
"She yours too lil nigga." He followed.
"I'm scared of her low key."
"I am too."
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I stepped out of the shower and dried my body. Going into my closet, I pulled out a pair of dark Balmain jeans, a black tee, red and white Hollister hoodie, and red, black, and white Jordan Retro 10s.
After getting dressed, I sprayed on some Gucci cologne and put on my black framed glasses.
Sitting on my bed, I tied my shoes before grabbing my phone. I decided to shoot Jehari a quick text.
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Pretty Is
General Fiction"Pretty is what pretty does, you'll always be pretty because you're still filled with love." •Lyfe Jennings
