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Reunion PT. 3

          "If Markel didn't yell, we would've been giving them a show", Amira whispers to her sister, Alaina. They are two years apart but that never affected their relationship. Both of them came to each other about everything. "I'm here for it", Alaina says without a second thought, causing her sister to smack her leg. "Ow! I'm just saying its no point of depriving yourself of a good thing. I've been saying this since we were kids. Don't get me wrong Khalil is cute and all but cute can only take you so far".

     "You have made a name for yourself, worked hard to get where you are. You don't need to be dragging someone along" she confirms everything that Amira has been feeling for months. "While you have been constantly making accomplishments, he's been in the same space for months".

Standing in the mirror, Amira brushes her hair into a low ponytail. Feeling on her ears, smiling at how nicely the diamond studs shine. Doing a quick twirl, seeing how nicely her Fashion Nova jeans fit like a glove. They were a light denim with large rips at the thigh and knee. She wore a pink crop top that has, 'LUXURY' printed on it. She felt good, considering this is her first time actually going out without having a suit on. "I know, I know. I'm leaving now, I'll fill you in later", Amira waves her hand in the camera , earning a smile from Alaina. "Bye and make smart decisions", Alaina winks before hanging up.

Brandon sits in the parking lot, waiting for Amira's car to come in sight. He couldn't help but be a little nervous. They've never hung out by themselves, What would he say? He hasn't been the type to be awkward. He always carried himself with confidence but its just something about her that made him anxious. The feeling of butterflies. He knew he couldn't act on anything, she was in a relationship. The heart couldn't help but want more for them.

Knocking sounds at the window, "You okay?", Amira's blue acrylic nails tapping on the window. He unlocks the door and she swings it open. Offering her a smirk, he tugs at her hand as he gets out the car. "Yeah, I'm waiting for your late ass", Brandon retorts as he leads her into the skating rink. She let out a chuckle, this was the last thing she expects from him. Walking in, a bunch of lights flashed as dancers held out their phones to capture the latest moves. It all seemed so effortlessly, something that she lacked in skating. "You can skate", she asked in an impress tone as they approach the counter. Brandon pulls out his card and tell them the sizes, "Yea its been a minute though, hopefully we don't buss our asses".

        They both laugh as Amira holds onto his shoulder for dear life. She couldn't remember the last time she'd done something like this. The wheels hit the hard floor, taking them around the rink. "Balance is key", he sways his hips to the beat playing in the background. "Loosen up a bit, you seem tense", he whispers in her hear since the music was so loud. She nods, snapping her fingers, starting to sway to the beat subtly. She was nervous to say the least, because she didn't know what to expect.

   So let a young nigga get down on it, yeah
Love when you spin around it
Even though a young nigga want you

       They skate next to each other, feeling the vibes of the song. Becoming too confident, she sped up a little bit and scared herself in the process. Seeing her legs starting to buckle, Brandon swiftly comes up behind her as her body starts to lean backwards. He catches her without a second thought, earning a clap from the amateur crowd who thought it was a trick. She sheepishly thanks him as she laughs at her embarrassment. Something she hasn't done in awhile.

       An hour later, the two sit in the parking lot of Moes, hotboxing in the car. "Have I told you, that I'm proud of you?", Brandon asks while exhaling another cloud of smoke. Amira shakes her head as she inhales the weed, feeling her problems evaporate before her eyes. She looks at the sky, taking another puff. "Planning red carpet events?! Owning your own business and a podcast? You're a powerhouse".

      "Thanks Bran, but you are the inspiration. You've known what you wanted to do damn near your whole life. You never let up and now look at you"

     "I woke up in a new buggati", he raps, shaking his head to an imaginary beat. "When you gone let us meet Khalil"

      "I don't think that'll be happening", she laughs moreso at herself.

    "Rough patch?" , he raises his eyebrow in concern, hoping it wasn't anything more than that. He would hate to be going to jail for busting a cap in somebody's ass. "Have you ever been in love?" , she questions as her eyes start to close. "I now know why I avoided it for so long because its draining", she sighs turning her head to look out the window.

   "Amira-"

        She looks at him, "This is the first time I've been out in months and its with another man. Its not with the one who claims to love me. We rarely spend anytime together but he'll rather be cooped on a dusty ass couch at his homeboy house playing the game". Amira nods, talking to herself at this point. Brandon just sits back and listen because its clear its been weighing on her mind. "Playing the game while I'm busting my ass everyday at work and at home. Hell, I work my hours than him and can't even come home to clean dishes".

Brandon lightly puts his hand around her neck, turning her to face him. "I'm not giving you a long speech, we both know that you know", he says grabbing her hands. "As loving as you are, even though you can be a pain. You deserve someone that can give you the same", Brandon says earning a small smile from her. Even years later, she could still be more vulnerable with him than anyone else. "Thanks for listening", she reaches out to give him a bear hug. He embraces her without a doubt, rocking from side to side.  "Anytime, always been my lil cry baby", he replies as she mushes his head against the window.

     "Keep playing", he says, going into flick her forehead. "Shit big as hell".

        "Ain't never stopped the niggas from flocking", she shrugs, her laughing coming to a halt as her phone rings.

        Back at home, Amira and Khalil stand at odds. "What makes you think its okay to just be out with another nigga this late", fuming wasn't the word to describe his emotion. It wasn't in her character, something is off. "Yup the same dude, I've been trying to get you to meet. The same friend who's taken me out more than you've had in months", heavy attitude laced in her voice. The conversation between Amira and Sarai kept popping into her mind. The conversation between her and Brandon flashed, "you deserve bett-"

     "I deserve better", she cuts her thought off. Blurting out the one thought that's been sitting on the edge of her tongue. Storming to the room, Khalil is on her tail at a lost for words. He watches her go in the closet, taking down hangers and aggressively opening up drawers. "You leaving?", he asks in disbelief and she looks at him, scoffing. Throwing the bag at him and laughing, "Leaving? I pay the damn bills...my name is on the lease", she reminds him, watching his life crumble before her eyes. His eyes becoming lower, tears brimming at his eyes causing him to pace back and forth.

      "That's low", he chokes up. "You know I wanted to marry you, I was getting you a ring s-"

     She looks at him in shock, "I know you ain't trying to gaslight me right now? After everything I've done for you."

       "Get your sorry ass out of my house.", she says grabbing the duffle bag off the floor and tossing it by the front door. Seeing him run towards it, her heart shatters. She thought he would be her lifeline, together forever. He use to see marriage, kids, and a big house. Yet her first serious relationship limps out the door, there's nothing left. Khalil has just as much pride as her, so the chances of them talking again are slim. Maybe that's a good thing but that didn't make it hurt any less.

Feeling a weight lift off her chest, she puts a hand over her heart. Having a feeling of relief at a moment like this felt wrong but she couldn't help it. A small smile graces her face, "I'll be okay".

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