𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚, 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 | 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟔𝐭𝐡

"We should take a trip," Meechie said. "No, because somebody always getting mad on the trip and some old shit come up," Marco argued. "Nun-uh," Meechie disagreed.

"Nai, ain't I'm right?" Marco asked her. "Kinda. Sorry, Meech," she said. "And we all changed or in the process of changing. Meshing shit just might not be the right thing to do right now," he added.

"What you mean?" Meech said. "Nigga, you know what I mean," Marco kissed his teeth. "N-oh! Oh," he sighed. "Well, I think that we should all...come together again. Y'all gotta admit, this shit don't even feel right no more," Meechie argued.

"Bro, here yo ass come, stirring the pot. Again!" Marco said. Nai listened to this conversation go on. "I'm not stirring the pot, I'm just tryna get us back to how we was!" Meechie rebutted.

"Bro, some shit just have to be changed forever. We can be a dream team, just in two different areas," Marco said. Meechie kissed his teeth. "Nigga! You not understanding what the fuck I'm saying. You don't think this shit been awkward for the last couple of years? And what about you Nai? You don't think our friendship been off and distant?" Meechie asked.

"Bro, shit is just different. Sometimes, people gotta part ways with their past to elevate. And it don't seem all that bad to me. Yeah, we be missing you in the gang, Nai, but we know and understand, well most of us, why you decided to branch off. And at the end of the day, we still cool, just farther apart from each other. And shit, we always free to come see you, so I'm really not understanding the problem, Meech," Marco said.

"I mean, it was never my intention to break everyone up, but I did have to get away so that I could be comfortable. And things are different. And of course I miss being close to you guys, but I had to heal. Anyways, it's up to y'all," she sai, keeping her eyes on the road.

"Man, I just miss the way it was," Meechie sighed. "Well, this ain't the way to fix it. And to be honest, it really ain't broke," Marco said.

"How about counseling? We all need a fucking therapist," he suggested once more. "How about you let that shit go? You sound like the nigga that peaked in highschool," Marco said.

Nai laughed while Meechie mugged him through FaceTime.

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𝐋𝐨𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 | 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟕𝐭𝐡

"Sin," Meechie said. "What?" Sin responded, not looking up from his phone. "I got a question," Meech twiddled his fingers.

"Man, don't go to stirring shit up," Marco told him. He threw up the middle finger and proceeded to ask Sin the question.

"What you think about taking a trip? As a group," he said. Since lifted his attention from Instagram. "You paying?" he asked. "Yeah," Meechie replied. "
Then I'm down. But what's the catch?" Sin asked.

"Nai's gonna be there. And she probably gon bring Donte too," Marco answered before Meechie could. "Really, Man?" Sin sighed. "Bro, I'm just tryna get it to how we was. I miss that. This awkward shit ain't it," Meechie explained.

"Meechie, you don't gotta to try to fix everything," Sin said. "Man, I don't see nothing wrong with mending our friendship back together," Meech said.

"You know better than anybody that me and her can't be friends. We either in love with each other or we hate each other. No in between. Plus, I'm still tryna better myself, and she probably still tryna heal. Right now probably just ain't the time," Sin said.

"Bro. My birthday in a week. Please?" Meechie said. "Only because I'an get you nothing last year," he said. Tryna stop being a asshole, he thought to himself.

He honestly didn't even know how to face her. He was different now, but she didn't know that.

They didn't make any contact at Fats' wedding. But how could they do that on this trip? It would be awkward.

For Meech, they had both thought.

"If this blow up, it's your fault. Can't say nobody warned you stupid ass. Ought to thump yo head," Marco shook his head.

Sin just looked back down at his phone.

Coexist.

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Muah,