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Jhené was currently on the way to get Kimani from her mother's house, this Sunday morning. Everything had been going good for her this weekend, and she even hung out with India some more and caught up over the years.
"I'd touch that fire for you, i'd do that three four time again," She lowly sung, pulling into the complex. Pulling into her moms house parking garage, she got out the car, singing along with Sza that played through her phone.
"I can't looseee. When I'm with youuu." She sung, unlocking the door with the key she'd had since she was young.
"Mama!" Jhené called out, pausing the music.
"Hey baby, how are you?" Celine, Jhené's mother came out of the room, bringing her daughter into a warm hug.
"I'm good ma. It smell good in here girl. What you cooking?" Jhené followed her into the kitchen, sitting at one of the stools.
"Nothing special. Mac and cheese, collard greens, fried chicken, and sweet beans." Celine shrugged, putting her hair up into a bun.
"How you been ms. Mama." Celine questioned.
"Uh, Good, other than seeing Dayvon Friday night." She spoke nonchalantly, Celine dramatically gasping.
"What? How? Is he alright? Ya' lying ass said that boy had a stroke!" Celine threw the paper towel roll at Jhené, and she laughed, dodging it.
"I know ma, but it wasn't like I was planning on ever seeing him again. But, remember the group I used to hang with, Durk, India, and Dayvon? Well I went to a cookout with Tyquian, and India was there, so we exchanged numbers, and mind you I didn't even realize who she was." Jhené ranted, placing her phone and keys on the counter.
