A Rose In Harlem

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As soon as Chicago walked through the door he was met with Bishop. The man stood there in Chicagos clothes, he had put on hours earlier after his shower, the boy stood there in Chicagos basketball shorts that were loosely hanging on his waist and a white under shirt . Arms crossed over his chest and anger in his eyes. He stood on the last step that he was sitting on for hours it felt like, Chicagos IPhone in one want and his in the other. Both showing him the time, Bishop didn't know why he left his phone- to his knowledge Chicagos only phone here with him but he knew it was to be sneaky. Chicago like always had a blunt hanging from his lip and as soon as he saw Bishop he knew he was going to hear it. "Why are you up?" Chicago asked as he took a few steps in the house shutting the door behind him and ashing the blunt. "It's late"

"It's fucking almost One in the morning" Bishop started his foot tapping as soon as his mouth opened. He tried to remain calm but what could Chicago possibly say.

"Exactly so yo-

"Where the fuck were you?" Bishop started again. "You left outta here at 5pm! Five fucking p- m" he took a deep breath trying to regain his cool but it wasn't working. Chicago who stood there smoking a blunt like he didn't care about anything just made it worse. Chicago didn't say anything because what could he say? He went to see Quincy, basically admitted to thinking who they both grew up with is working against Twans, then went to see Trystan and acted as if he believed the man's bullshit. He then had to get a message to Twans and tell him their issues might be deeper than they thought. He was tired, his body was sore from the rounds earlier and it wasn't a night for Sly if a gun was pointed to his head. But here Bishop was, about to explode on him and even though he had a good reason Chicago didn't want to hear it. So instead he ashes his blunt and hit it again. Looking at the same person who usually brought him peace about to bring him more stress than anything he's been through today. "You don't hear me talking to you?"

"I do" he finally spoke and Bishop let out a bitter laugh.

"Fuck this shit, I don't have to deal with this" he started and looked around for his stuff.

"Fuck you talking about?" Chicago started as he followed the man around his house. Bishop didn't respond and Chicago just kept watching his every move. "Yo" Chicago called and Bishop shook his head.

"Right you can stand there not answering any of my questions but I don't answer yours then what? It's a fucking problem" Bishop started, he turned around to be met with Chicago and rolled his eyes trying to go past him. "Move Chicago" he added and tried to get past him again.

"Chill out, I went to class you wanted me to-

"You dead ass? Your class ends at 1 now? What you fucking the teacher for extra credit"

"I'm not fucking no damn teacher"

"So what? You fucking Kenya? Quincy- had to be fucking someone to be bold enough to not only stay out that late knowing I'm here laying in your bed but to not give a fuck about me" he added his words laced with venom. He started a rant in Spanish to himself but Chicago got the gist when some Spanglish came through.

"Why you always think I'm fucking someone - I can't just have shit to do?" Chicago argued back. "You just be talking out your ass"

"Who the hell does shit at 1 am?" He questioned and he went to push Chicago out the way, of course he didn't move. "Fuck you get out of not answering questions and standing in the way? Weird ass"

"Had to go see Quincy and some shit came up"

"Some shit?" He repeated. "You're unbelievable, I'm not doing this no more" he admitted, he deserved better than to be waking up alone- "you treat me like shit! Like I'm some random one night stand or