A D'yani Fanfic.
I was so out of it that I didn't even notice when the stoplight switched from yellow to red.
Struggling to act on my fight or flight, I have no choice but to run straight into the car in front of me.
Oh fuck.
Just one of those fucki...
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📍St. James, Jamaica | Montego Bay
A Few Days Later | Thursday, January 25th
1:30 PM ⏰
Nothing says yuh rate somebody like an airport pickup.
Especially one dung a Sangsters.
Imagine Manley deh one parish over to me, and a yasso me haffi drive come to.
Pon a Thursday of all days...
Driving around the arrivals circle for the fifth time, I squint my eyes, narrowing them in hopes of spotting my cousin any moment now.
Weh dis bredda deh?
If we neva did a cousin, me woulda neva mek di drive.
The place was packed, the second rush of the Christmas crowd had started, and incomers, visitors, and returning yaddies alike were lined up on the sidewalk awaiting their transport.
My phone begins to shake in the center console, the vibration signifies that a call is coming through.
Hope a him dis.
Without taking my eyes off the road, I answer it, placing the call on speaker immediately.
"Yow,"
"Yuh nuh see me bro?" he calls back.
"No enuh, weh yuh have one again?" I reply, winding down the passenger window.
The cars in front of me slow down, and I take this opportunity to scan the crowd for him.
"Grey Nike tech suit"
See him deh.
Alicia one bwoy pickney.
"Me seh yuh, yuh see me?"
"Black BMW" I add, hoping my description can get us out of the crowd quicker.
"Ahh, me see yuh" he says, eyes set on my car, he grabs hold of his suitcases and steps closer to the road.
I quickly pull out of the line of traffic, drive up close to the sidewalk, and hop out.
"Bro," he exclaims, dapping me up.
"Yuh look like yuh bade doh" I tease, stepping out to help him with his bags.
