Kitchen
1994
Adina's POV
"Dina!" Deshaun gives me a side hug after he just opened the door for me.
"Hey, Shaun." I giggle.
"This girl right here is like a sister to me, aight? So errbody betta step the fuck back or we throwin' hands." He pulls away from the hug, talkin' to who I'm guessin' is his friends on the couch.
I laugh, rollin' my eyes as everybody inside raises their hands in defense of Deshaun except Marshall as he rolls up a blunt.
All we can do is stare at each other as I take a seat next to him.
One of the guys sitting next to Marshall looks at him and then at me seeming to come to a realization of some sort. "Ay! Ain't she that one girl-"
"Shut up, Bugz!" Marshall elbows him as he continues to roll up some weed.
I'm hella confused on what's goin' on with them two... and how 'Bugz' seems to know me.
I just shrug it off and so does Deshaun.
"Bugz don't know what he talkin' bout. You know he stupid as shit." Marshall rolls his eyes.
"Ay, nigga!" Bugz eyebrows draw together.
"He ain't lyin, Bugz got a bread crumb for a brain." Deshaun knocks on his head.... "Ain't really nothin' in there."
Bugz pushes him away. "This gon' be the last and final day yall pounce on me. Word. Yall gon' pay."
"Yea, yea. Aight, nigga." Deshaun rolls his eyes jokingly.
These niggas is somethin else.
"You got a lighter, D?" Marshall asks Deshaun.
"Uh huh." He digs in his pockets before handin' Marshall the lighter.
I'm over here sittin next to Marshall like a damn thang ain't happen between us a few days ago... this shit is trippy as hell.
I'm no longer as mad at him as I was before.. especially since he helped me not get into trouble wit my fatha...
But I mean, shit... there's so much shit I still wanna talk about and so much shit I still wanna do to him and with him, I won't lie..
It's hard sittin' side to side with someone that you know you want and you know wants you...but we can't just have eachother.
It's a lil more complicated than that.
Deshaun would be pissed as fuck... I mean that nigga would go absolutely ape on us.
And so would my dad! Even though I'm 18 and can make my own fuckin' decisions! They're both crazily over protective of me.... And it can be exhausting at times.
Even right now, I'm sittin' so closely to Marshall, I saw Deshaun's suspicious and unsure face when I did.
But I know he just shook it off because it's been so long that me and Marshall have seen each other....
And then Kim?... ion know if they're still together... but if they still do fuck around with eachother I'd rather not be apart of Marshall's little world like that.
But I want him. I always have. And I know he wants me too... this mothafucka won't stop glancin' at me and shit.
"You tryna hit?" Marshall asks me.
"Huh?" I look over to him passin' me a blunt.
I ain't ever really smoked but if it's wit Marshall, I guess I'm down.
