"Ja." Malia whispered. "Wake up."
He groaned, pulling her closer to his body. "Malia, go ta' sleep."
"I can't."
Ja left tomorrow for three weeks and even though Malia wasn't sad, she wasn't able to sleep. She kept thinking of all the worse possible scenarios of things that could happen. She didn't even know of any bad things that could happen.
Another reason Malia couldn't sleep was because Devon's mother had been calling her nonstop and she couldn't bring herself to answer. The funeral was two days ago and Malia wasn't sure what she wanted after the fact.
"What's wrong?" Ja mumbled.
"My body just won't get tired." She whispered.
The point guard rubbed her back, eyes still fully shut. "Malia, we got like... a bunch a' shit ta' do when we wake up."
"I know."
She checked the time on her phone, seeing that it was around 2 am. Ja had a going away party later on today/tonight but Malia still wanted to get an outfit for it so she had to do that at some point during the day.
"Boo."
Malia smiled at the random and silly term of endearment. "Yes, honey?"
"Tell me sum' I'on know about 'chu."
Ja knew pretty much everything about Malia because she wasn't too complex of an individual.
Malia was born to two crackheads/alcoholics, to put it very vaguely. Her mother died when she was just 3 years old, so Malia didn't have much memory of her but her father was always in her life.
She was raised by her grandparents and her childhood was pretty regular. Malia was a good student and kid, and her grandma and Dad paid to put her through college at the University of Memphis.
Malia met Devon when she was 18 and they dated until she was about 21. The relationship turned violent and after graduation when Devon almost beat her to death, and caused her infamous nose break, she left him and moved into her own place.
Malia met Brooklyn almost a year ago and she was, and always would be, her best friend.
She met Desmond, Ja, Jaren, and all the rest of her oversized NBA hooper friends in late March- early April. Malia couldn't really remember. They were her favorite people, though.
There was one thing Ja didn't know about Malia. It was the same thing that no one knew about Malia.
"Janessa." Malia whispered into the dark, pulling Ja's arms tighter around her body to which he complied.
Ja mumbled sleepily into her ear. "Who that?"
"My daughter." She knew Ja was slightly caught of guard because of the way his grip loosened.
"You got a kid?" He asked, forcing his eyes open. "Or you just fuckin' wit' me?"
Ja didn't mind that she had a kid. That would actually be cool considering he had a child of his own. He just thought they were far enough in, to where she'd been told him that.
"I did.." Malia told him. "Have a daughter."
The point guard furrowed his eyebrows, slowly nearing the realm of wide awake. "Adoption or...?"
