SYMBIOTIC || KV

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May 4th, 2009
Bianca Azuni Rowe
15 years old

Uncle Jah cleared his throat, his gaze shifting between Bianca and the group of boys.
"Looks like I've got some explaining to do", he said, his voice gentle yet firm.
The boys exchanged curious glances, sensing the gravity of the moment as Jahseh began to speak. "These boys", he gestured towards them, "they're like family to me."

Bianca watched as her uncle's expression softened, a hint of nostalgia flickering in his eyes. "We've been through a lot together."
As Uncle Jah spoke, his niece sensed the depth of his bond with the boys, the unspoken connection that transcended blood ties. She listened intently, her curiosity piqued as she began to piece together the puzzle of her uncle's past.

"And this" Uncle Jah said, while turning towards Bianca, his smile warm yet tinged with sadness, "is my niece, Bianca. She'll be staying with me for a while."
The boys nodded in understanding, their expressions shifting from curiosity to acceptance as they exchanged greetings with the girl. She returned their smiles tentatively, her mind buzzing with questions yet to be answered.
"Wus good shorty? the tall, mocha-colored skin boy with black locs, said, his skin seeming to glisten under the street lights, as they made their way into the house, peaking through the the tall windows. He looked no older than Bianca. "I'm L'a."

Bianca gave him a tight lipped smile, nodding in acknowledgment. "Nice to meet you, L'a.", she said.

Her eyes cut towards the boy standing next to L'a. A brownskin boy, with a low cut, small waves rippling across his scalp. He was tall, not as tall as L'a though. He had tattoos adorning his arms, each one having a story behind it.
"Wassup lil folks?" I'm Rondo.", he said, his easygoing demeanor putting Bianca at ease.

Bianca couldn't help but chuckle at Rondo's charm, feeling a warmth spread through her as she returned his greeting. "Hey, Rondo."
The sound of someone smacking their teeth made Bianca look up, seeing it was the boy with a deep mocha complexion, his haircut being similar to Rondo's, who made the noise.

"Mane we just met shorty and this nigga already tryna get ha ass talm bout "wAsSuP LiL fOlKs", he said, making Bianca chuckle lowly.

"Wassup, gang. My name Herbert, you can call me Herb tho."
"And nigga said I was tryna get at shorty", Rondo said, making Herb flash him a playful grin. Bianca couldn't help but smile a little, due to their faint bickering. She could tell they were just playing though.

"Wassup, Herb?" she said, grateful for his openness as she returned his smile. "Ight enough with allat shit. 'Sup ma? I'm Durk." A boy with a dark, caramel complexion that seemed to soak up the city's grit and hustle, said, with a playful smirk. His long, black locs immediately catching Bianca's eye. Tattoos adorning his arms and neck, each one telling a story of his struggles.

She raised an eyebrow at Durk's boldness, but couldn't help but be amused by his confidence. "Hi, Durk."

While he watched his friends talking to the girl, Dayvon remained silent, his gaze fixated on her with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. Bianca's gaze met his eyes, sensing the depth of his thoughts even as he remained quiet. "And you?", she asked. "I'm Von.", he answered flatly. Bianca nodded, sensing that there was more to him than met the eye. She made a mental note to unravel the mystery of the quiet boy as their encounter unfolded.

Uncle Jah watched the exchange with a proud smile, his heart swelling with affection for the teens. As Bianca and the boys settled into conversation, he knew that their bond would only grow stronger with time, untied by the ties of kinship and the shared experiences that had shaped their lives.

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Later that night
📍Uncle Jah's Home

As the night wore on, Bianca found herself immersed in the lively conversations and laughter. The initial tension had worn off into a sense of camaraderie. Hours passed in a blur of shared laughter, and soon, the clock struck midnight, signaling the late hour. Uncle Jah glanced at the time, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Aight y'all, it's getting late. Time to call it a night.", he said, his jamaican accent coming out. "Ya niggas spending the night or nah?", he asked the boys.

"Nah, unc", Herb said. "You know them streets calling", he added, making Jahseh chuckle. "I told y'all be careful." he said sternly.
The boys nodded, exchanging farewells and promises to reconvene soon.

Bianca watched as they made their way to the door, a sense of gratitude swelling within her for the unexpected bond she had formed with the boys she just met a few hours ago. As the last of the boys walked out the door, Bianca lingered in the kitchen, her thoughts drifting back to Von.

She couldn't shake the memory of their brief encounter earlier that day, the intensity of his gaze lingering in her mind.

Lost in thought, Bianca made her way to the living room, the dim light casting shadows across the furniture. She settled onto the couch, her mind full of questions and curiosity about the boy. As if on cue, the sound of footsteps echoed from the staircase, drawing Bianca's attention. A moment later, Dayvon appeared in the doorway, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of uncertainty and longing.

"Hey", he said. Bianca's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice, her breath catching in her throat, as she met his eyes. "Hey", she said back.

Their words hung in the air, charged with unspoken meaning as they stood on the threshold of something new and unknown.
And in that moment, Bianca knew that her encounter with Dayvon was just the beginning of a journey that would change her life forever.

As they stood in the quiet embrace of the night, they both sensed the gentle whisper of fate weaving its threads around them, guiding them toward a future filled with possibility and promise.

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long time no see mhs 😍 i'm back and i'm better tho this my fav chapter so far lmk if yall fw it or if shits wack. bia out ✌🏽