A Rose In Harlem

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With Bishops Fashion show and birthday coming up you'd think he have enough on his mind, yet he still found himself wondering too Chicago here and there. When he told him not to knock on his door, he didn't think the man would actually listen. Not to mention Bishop was trying to heal and the new found anxiety of if Chicago was dead somewhere in the street kept him from sleeping. But nonetheless he missed enough class and he sat on the edge of the bed, rewrapping his chest fresh out the shower. He winced at the pain as he slowly wrapped himself shaking his head. Stupid Jasiel, Stupid Twans, Stupid Chicago- or sly whoever the fuck he was. He blamed them all- after he finished wrapping his wounds he made sure he was nice and moisturized. He had two weeks until his fashion show- two weeks and 4 days. He didn't have time to deal with anything else but the Fashion show, then a couple days after that was his birthday. He didn't usually did much for his birthday, it was Christmas so he spent time with his family, ate , drank and then went home. Acadia was usually there over face time as she was at home with her own family sometimes- just sometimes he would have a sneaky link finish off his birthday for him but other then that; a normal day. His favorite part of it was the call from his mother who sang the same song every year since he was little and said the same exact words. But as he grew older his heart ached that she wasn't back with them yet- just another year without her.

Bishop finally got dressed in something warm, he wore a pair of black cargo pants then a long sleeve graphic tee that had a blue racing logo on the middle of it, he added a bright blue hat over his head to keep him warm from the New York winter. Throwing on a light blue pair of man Uggs he was ready- for the most part. Looking through his closet it took him 29 minutes to find the bag Acadia had drawn on making a small character on a beige cloth shoulder bag- the character was blue and black which went with his fit perfectly. He was definitely not running on time for class especially because he either had to suck it up and drive, take a Uber or the subway- neither sounded good to him. When he got out the door it was just his luck the person he was avoiding went out his own door. Chicago with his hair freshly done wearing all black and his hood up walked out his house. Keys in his hand Bishop chewed his inner lip wondering if he should ask for a ride. He attempted to stay back so the man didn't notice him but that didn't go as planned- Chicago who always searches all his surrounding saw the man who was avoiding him. Chicago had a blunt behind his ear to try to ignore the constant noises in his own head. Since he last seen Bishop he had killed two more people- for a completely different reason than the ones who found the end of his bullet before. This time they were smuggling product to an unknown source- a source that Chicago was pretty sure was the enemies.So they killed the guys in-between- Hoping that would bring Tristan out of wherever he was hiding. After all Chicago did kill some of his best runners. Chicago had dark bags under his eyes like usual- the same dark bags that Bishop had almost gotten rid of by sleeping next to him, he had a cut on his jaw from when the man tried to hit him with something- it didn't go good for him, like mentioned before he was dead now.

Chicago noticed Bishop still ignoring him and shook his head. He didn't have time for petty games- especially when a war was brewing like Titan mentioned. That didn't make anything he said to Bishop less true- just not relevant right now. Chicago headed towards the double doors which would lead him outside. He had class and work today- he heard a mouth full from Kenya who just did his hair after Bishop cursed him out in the trap. He was slacking on his classes for his GED and barely going to work. It was a good coverup to explain why he had a house, a car and everything else he bought from day to day. Without a legal trail it was suspicious- not to mention Chicago was already suspicious as hell. Chicago held the first door open knowing the make was coming behind him. Bishop who had his own car keys in his hands just walked through the doors that was being held open without a word. "You ain't driving " Bishop broke the silence between the two.