Laundromat
1995
Marshall's POV
"Cmon, D...Ya gotta eat." I open up a bag of Mickey D's.
Deshaun's been sleepin' all day—and I know I should just let the dude sleep but he's gotta eat somethin. The mothafucka gon' starve to death.
He done finally got up—I mean from a sleepin' position. He just sittin on the edge of his bed now...
I should probably just leave him alone though. He got the news just yesterday. This is all fresh and new. I know I wanted to be left alone when I was goin' through somethin' like this but, Deshaun wouldn't leave me alone. Which I'm grateful of I just didn't think I needed it at the time.
Deshaun ain't even told the news to anyone yet, dawg... meaning Adina don't know this yet, Adina's mama don't know—and I know damn well she gon' be torn when she hear it....from what Deshaun and Adina told me, they was best friends and that's why Deshaun and Adina is so close.
"Dawg, you ain't ate shit all day. You gotta eat-"
"Ion wanna fuckin' eat, M." Deshaun immediately comes at me with irritation in his voice.
Dissatisfaction washes over my face. "Aight...imma leave this right here though." I set the bag on his nightstand along with his drink.
I guess I might just have to leave D alone for a minute... I completely understand though. It sucks ass to see him feelin' like this...
"And, yo..., don't forget you gotta make calls and everything-"
"I fucking know, Marshall....imma get to it, dawg." He picked his head up from his head, finally lookin' at me.
Takin' a deep breath. "Aight....just- just lemme know if you need anyth-"
"Aight, yo." Still, he sounds irritated makin' me frown slightly but eventually I just turn around and leave his room, closin' the door.
It saddens me to see Deshaun like this... I'm just tryna help and make sure he's aight...cause I know this shit ain't easy. But leavin' him be may be the best idea for a lil minute.
I know he ain't mad at me though, he just wants to be left alone—which once again, I feel him on that. I understand.
This mornin' when I woke up, he asked ne if I could stay wit him again, so that's what I'm doin.
I had slept on his couch last night cause I didn't think I'd actually be here for long at all, and none of my blankets or sheets is cleaned on my bed, so that's what I'm finna go and do right now.
...Almost as soon as I left Deshauns room, Adina came back into my mind...as it had been all damn day.
Like I said before, she'll usually call me before she wants me to pick her up...but she didn't this morning and it's been 2 hours since her shift was over... first of fuckin' all—ion even know why she's goin' back to that god damn job after what she told me happened... is she crazy?!..
I mean.. I know it pays well...it do. And she had told me about her father losin' his job and pickin' up drinkin again—which fuckin' sucks, yo... she needs to leave that damn place but that's why she's at that job so she can leave... but I'm sure she can stay at someone's crib... Deshaun would gladly let her stay...I wanna tell Shaun about this shit too, but ion wanna put more stress on him.. at all.
But damn yo... I know this chick is still goin' to work, she has work today. Who the hell took her to work?...cause both of her parents are usually gone early in the mornin'...her mother and father share a car. And Adina's car is still in the shop.
