AMIL's ANECDOTE

AA5

Amil's patience wore thin as she watched Mar make different side quests and conversations when he was supposed to be taking them back home. While upset, she had to put some of the blame on herself. She rode with him to the function knowing how much of a social butterfly he was. Currently, the friendship duo was at a function hosted by one of his friend's for his birthday. The outside party eventually moved inside, which irritated Amil like no other.

She headed for the bathroom, closing the door behind her as well as being sure to lock it. She didn't have to relieve herself, instead she grabbed her lipgloss from her small shoulder bag and touched up her lips. She was a bit high, which was the cause of her faintly red eyes. Amil pursed her lips together to distribute the gloss as she eyed herself in the mirror.

The sound of the doorknob twisting caught her attention, making her head snap in that direction. Seconds later, the door flew open revealing Zion. Her anger was swapped with anxiety as they stared each other down. "My fault." Zion announced, finally breaking the silence. Amil could've sworn she locked the door, but she wasn't upset. She just thought it was funny that once her delusion wore off, she was finally seeing him again.

"It's fine." She answered while grilling him. Her eyes stopped at the blunt he was holding in his hand, between his pointer finger and thumb. Confusing her a bit. "Ain't that illegal?—smoking in the military" She questioned.

"You a cop?" He jokingly questioned back. "In my free time, yeah." Amil replied, causing them to laugh. Amil couldn't help but to eye his muscular arms. A couple of his veins were showcased and sent Amil's mind to a dirty place. I just know it's thick and veiny with a good length to it, she thought to herself.

"Journalist and cop. That explains why you so busy and why I ain't seen you since Bryson kickback." Zion spoke, causing Amil to lightly chuckle. Their conversation was briefly interrupted by someone wanting to get to the bathroom. They stepped aside into the hallway and continued chatting.

"You were anticipating seeing me?" Amil raised her eyebrow while looking at him. "Holding my breath and all." He replied, making them share a laugh.

"It's crazy, cause I was I was just about to leave. A nigga got some school shit in the morning." Zion spoke, Amil furrowed her eyebrows together. "School? I thought you graduated already." She pondered. If she remembered correctly Zion was about 2 years older than her and was also two classifications above her.

"I did, but I decided to go back. I wanna see that doctor title by my last name, and the military paying for it, so why not?" He spoke. Amil nodded her head while listening to him. "Is that why you went to the military—for them to pay for school?" Amil questioned. She couldn't help but wonder why when a black person was in the military. It was hard to wrap her head around fighting for a country that was built against you.

"That's exactly why." Zion answered while stroking his goatee. Amil leaned against the wall and folded her arms across her chest as she looked up at him. He took a hit from the blunt and attempted to pass it to her. Amil shook her no, turning down the offer. "So, you go to southern again?" Amil questioned, Zion shook his head no.

"I'm online since I'm on active duty." He explained. Suddenly, the music got even louder as everyone started to recite the lyrics to Yes, You Did by Rob49. Zion and Amil looked at each other before he reached for her hand and lead through the thick crowd and outside of the apartment. Momentarily, they began to approach what Amil believed was his car. A space gray Hellcat Dodge challenger with two thick black lines on the hood.

"Not you got the typical army nigga car—then got the go army sticker on the back." Amil chuckled as she watched him open the car door for her, causing him to do the same. "It felt like the right thing to do at the time. I was young and living in the barracks—I ain't have shit else to do with my money." He elucidated before shutting the door and walking over to the driver's side.