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DESIRE JADA CAYMAN's POINT OF VIEW 📍sugar hill, new york sunday, november 20th four o' 2 pm
WARNING: this is not proof read! ———————————————————
"DESIRE, YOU COMING?" my brother asked me, leaning against the wall by the front entrance with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his moncler jacket. i shrugged my shoulders, turning off my phone and sticking it into my pocket before standing up from my spot on the living room couch, walking over to my brother and standing at his side.
"what time we gon be back?" i questioned, raising an eyebrow at him. he shrugs, rolling his eyes at my question. "man, why you always gotta ask mad questions? you coming with me or not, des?"
i mugged him but nodded, walking off to my bedroom to retrieve my white puffer jacket and oreo jordan 4's from my closet. i returned to my brother a minute later, fully dressed with my phone now in my hand as well as my weed pen, my portable charger and airpods in my jacket pocket.
i gave him a nod, letting him know i was ready to go and he grabbed his keys from the hook, moving to the side for me to walk ahead of him as he stood back and shut off the lights; quickly following after me out of our apartment. he locked the door behind us and we walked down the hallway, entering the staircase to begin our journey down 8 flights of stairs to get to the main lobby and entrance of our building.
"yo, pass me that." Syrian motioned to the weed pen, extending his hand out in front of me. i sucked my teeth, placing it in his hand watching as he took a long hit, slowly exhaling the smoke into the air. he handed it back to me and i took a quick hit as well before i put it in my pocket. i tapped my phone screen, reading over the time whilst also noticing the imessage notification from my best friend, Aymara. i decided that i would just reply later as last time i had attempted to text while i was walking down the stairs it resulted in me stumbling down the last 5 steps.
me and Syrian finally made it down the flights of stairs, pushing open the doors and entering the mostly empty lobby, besides the two crackheads asleep on the lounging chairs no one else was around. that was unusual as our building was home to many 'popular faces' in the area and most times i had been in the lobby it was packed with large groups of people either waiting on somebody to come down and meet them or taking the elevator up to them instead.
me and my brother hated taking the elevator, it always reeked of vomit and just the smell alone was enough to make me want to throw up myself. even if taking the stairs was longer and costed me more energy, i'd choose the stairs over the elevator in a heartbeat without any questions asked.
