24 year old Kendia Brown's life has always been great, even through the miniature of bad times she's stumbled upon, still and hardly ever she complains. Who would when life's mostly great?
Being a mother of a 7 year old Liam Davis Jr. Kendia has he...
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Knocking on Marcello's front door using my signature knock, I waited for him to open up. I knew he was home since his car was parked in the driveway and had heard from the outside the music playing throughout the house and Marcello loves himself some loud music.
About two minutes of standing outside waiting, Marcello finally answered the door in a white t-shirt and blue shorts. Unlike the rest of the times I came over here, this time Marcello stepped outside the house and closed the door behind himself, waiting for me to say something.
With a big bright smile on my face, I greeted him, saying, "hi!"
As quick as the smile appeared it left when he said with a stern sullen expression, "sup?"
"Um…I didn't know that you were gonna stop by today. You usually text me before you come."
"I had some news I wanted to share with you and I was in the area so I had no time to send a text," he said, "had I did I wouldn't have seen what I saw."
"What did you see? A simple hug?"
With annoyance, he sighed, "Kendia, what do you want? Why are you here?"
"I wanna talk to you…"
"About what?"
"Things," I replied, "can we talk, please…inside preferably?"
"Why?"
"Uh…it's obviously hot out here."
"It's not that hot," he says, "the sun is barely out."
"Okay…you're right. It's not that hot, but you can at least let me in."
"Why didn't you call before you came over?"
"Uh…because you told me yourself that I didn't have to," I told him.
"Ditto."
With a scowling expression, I voiced, "why are you acting like this towards me? What had I done so wrong?"
"Do you feel like you did something wrong?"
"No."
He shrugged, "Well then you did nothing wrong."
"So why the attitude then?"
Marcello averted his eyes in different direction to avoid mine as he scratched the top of his head, asking, "what is it that you want, Kendia. I'm pretty tied up right now."
"Tied up doing what?''
"Pardon me?"
I said, "you heard exactly what I asked you."
"Yeah, I heard you clearly but remind me exactly who you are to me again? Last I checked you aren't in the position to ask me such questions. But since you must know, I'm busy doing the same thing you were doing," snarked Marcello.
"So you have someone in there?"
"Again, who are you to me to be asking such questions?"
