𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄 / 𝙎𝘽

003 HAN

- TREVON, East Detroit

May, 9th 2:40AM.

"Where my sistuh at?" My homeboy Dre asked me as soon as I walked into the room, "She said she was goin' home, chill" I shook my head as I opened my gummy worms.
"Tre hop in dis bih real quick" Tee's ass said walking out the booth, "Wassup, when you got here?" I asked dapping the nigga up, "Like 30 minutes ago" I nod, "Type shit" I say taking the headphones from out of Tee's hands.

I step into the dimly lit booth immediately getting hit in the face with straight gas, was these niggas hotboxin' in dis bih?

I put the headphones on, and let my mind be consumed as the beat starts to play, "HAN!" I shout my adlib out.

After finishing my verses, I sat next to Sada who had been scrolling on Instagram, "You tryna fuck wit' twin?" He asks gaining my attention "Huh?" I ask turning my phone off.

"Shan'A dumb fuck" I look at him and scrunch my nose up.

"Ion kno bout dat nie, but she coo tho" I told him honestly, "She bad tho" I added on, he just shook his head at my response, "Who said sum bout' Shan'A?" Terry asked sitting beside Sada, "Oh shi, sheen' tell you? She back on da Eastside." Sada informed.

"You a liee, I'm finna text ha sexy ass right niee!" Tee picked up his phone and started texting someone, which I'm pretty sure was Shan'A.

Honestly, Shan'A gives off a mixed vibe. While she seems cool at times, there's an underlying aura that's hard to pin down. She often appears guarded, taking pauses before speaking, especially when the conversation delves into her past. It's like there's a mystery surrounding her that leaves me unsure about how I feel.

In the car when we was coming from the store she mentioned something about her moving here to start over and turn the page in her long book of life.

She seems too quiet, and I'm a very loud and out there type of person. Shi like dat don't match.

"Ouuu! She's typing!" Tee damn near squealed as he showed us his phone, like this nigga trollin' so hard right now it's pissing me off.

"Nigga she said, yo, with a period" Sada and I laughed as he flips his phone around looking at her dry response, not long after I got a notification from Instagram, which intrigued me, I looked at the notification and saw that Shan'A had texted me about 3 times. I smile a bit as I read her messages, she had been asking if me and Sada could help her move her boxes into her new place.

"She's not fuckin' wit'uu twinnn" Sada's joke towards Terry cut through my train of thought, "Sada you busy tomorrow?" He looks up at me with confusion plastered all over his face. "Hell nahh." I nod at his response, "Yo frien wants us to help ha move ha stuff." Sada shakes his head with a deep sigh, before waving me off, "Aii" He agrees.

Maybe about like 30 minutes, I decide to just leave because other than spending time with my friends there was no need for me to be there.

Navigating the familiar streets towards home, I roll down the window, letting the cool night breeze sweep through the car. The cityscape passes by in a blur of lights and shadows, each corner holding memories of past escapades and chance encounters.

As I pull into the driveway, the quiet of the night settles around me like a comforting embrace. I cut the engine and sit for a moment, letting the stillness wash over me. Thoughts of her linger in my mind, her laughter a distant echo that tugs at my heart.