Meech and Dwayne are best friends in a rough neighborhood, both living in rundown apartments surrounded by poverty and crime. They never gave up on their dreams of a better life. With the help of Meech's brother, Akeem, their lives become changed fo...
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Sitting on the floor while my older brother Meech is on my bed, braiding my hair. BMF is playing on the TV, but we're barely paying attention to it. It's more so used as background noise.
"And then he has the nerve to tell me he was sleep! Like bruh who sleeps for 72 hours??? I don't know who these boys think they're fooling nowadays. If he wanna go out and cheat or entertain somebody else then he can go and do that, just leave me the hell alone. Like don't try to come back to me thinking shit sweet and I'm just gonna forgive you and let you back in my life. My name is NOT Belcalis." He said to me as he finished the braid he was on.
I chuckled and jokingly said "Maybe he took a Benadryl...."
He scoffed. "Yeah maybe I should've BEEN DRILLED a hole in his head." He said as he greased the next part of my head.
"Your Pisces ass and his Taurus ass-" I said while slightly shaking my head.
"Uh uhn stop moving." He quickly said before I could finish the rest of my sentence.
"I mean this is his first offense....maybe something happened and or he's going through something....."
"Well he needs to communicate that. I'm all here for people needing their personal time, but don't turn into Casper on a random day at a random time. I am NOT a ghostbuster, I ain't got time for that." He said as he started on the second to last braid.
We heard the front door abruptly open followed by a groan and a drunken laugh. We looked at each other, rolled our eyes and shook our heads.
"Demetriuuuuussss! Ak-" she belched. "Akeeeeem!"
"We in Akeem room, mom!" Meech responded.
"Oh God all these fucking steps! Come help your mother climb up this mountain!"
Meech and I raised up until she told us "Nevermind I got it, call me Sheila out this bitch!" She laughed obnoxiously as she came up the stairs. "Whew lord I've been more fucked up than this. This ain't nothing to a OG. Who y'all think was the pioneer of FreakNik!?? Y'all turnt ass momma, that's who! Ain't that what y'all say nowadays? Turnt? Stupid ass shit y'all be coming up with...."
She made her way into my room and I just shook my head at the sight.
"You're just now getting in the house?" Meech asked her, clearly over it.
"Well yes. After the party it was an after party followed by a AFTER PARTY!"
"You're 48 ma'am...."
"Tuh! Yeah backwards! Then divide that shit by 4! Forever young baby, foe-evah...young."
I couldn't help but huff a laugh. Meech got up and walked towards her "Alright come on, let me walk you to your room, you need to lay down...."
