𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
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❝To let you get away is crazy.❞
Devyn is a young woman who is pursuing a career in education while keeping her wealth a secret. After leaving work one day, she accidenta...
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December 17th, 1995 Oakland, California
*not edited sorry for typos!*
Tiffany and I are sitting in my room. Tiffany is sitting in my bean bag chair, flipping through my cassette tapes for a good song to play. "Gosh, Devyn, all your stuff is from the 70s. You don't even have Boyz II Men in here," she complains, tossing my Earth, Wind & Fire tape aside.
"Girl, if you don't like my music, then don't play anything," I reply as I'm flipping through my Word Up! magazine. I'm not really paying attention to the rest of what she's saying cause I keep flipping back to the front. LL Cool J is so fine. He ain't Malik fine, but he fine.
Tiffany gets up and glances at the magazine I'm looking at and scoffs. "You really know how to pick them," she comments as she flops back in the pink bean bag chair.
"What was that supposed to mean?"
"You really settled into that cute bad boy act. I mean look at Mr. Th—"
"He has a name," I interrupt her, rolling my eyes. She stares blankly at me after I say that. Almost as if she wants me to say it. "It's Malik."
Tiffany's eyes grow wide as she repeats, "Malik?" She looks shocked like she knows something.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" I question, closing my magazine.
"Nothing! I just think Malik is a common name," she shrugs it off and goes back to flipping through my collection of cassettes. I don't like the look she gave me, but I'm not about to push it. If she said it was nothing, then it must have been nothing.
"Hey, Devyn?" she says, catching my attention. "Does Malik have a kid? He looks like he has a baby stashed somewhere."
"Yeah, he does. Her name is Vanessa and she is so funny. I was with her on her birthday a few days ago. I think she really likes me," I say with a smile.
"Have you met her mother?"
I shook my head and continue to read my magazine. Someone knocks on the door and opens it, revealing it to be Roberta with a plate full of lemon squares. Tiffany immediately hops up and takes some off the plate. "I figured you girls needed a snack from being up here. Tiffany, how are your parents?"
"Oh, they're good, my mom finally stopped drinking," Tiffany says, stuffing her mouth with the squares.
"Good for her! It's about time for her to stop drinking."
The last time I saw Tiffany's mom was last year at Tiff's 20th birthday party. Let's just say that it was her mom's party and she can cry if she wants to. Roberta leaves with the plate of lemon squares on dresser. "Have you talked to Kimberly lately?" Tiffany asks, grabbing one more lemon square.
