𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙣, 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩.
This was the saying for many of those who ran with the Southside. In a story where two people reconnect over a terrible loss, they pour into each-other while mourning the loss of their beloved cousin and friend. W...
❝They say realize what you got before you lose it, but what I got ain't real so like really what am I losing? ❞ — By Tomorrow, Hunxho.
SIMONE ASHANTI "NINA" BANKS. Southside, Chicago. NOVEMBER 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐
The sound of crisp bills being counted was all that Simone could pay attention to as she shifted her weight from one side to the other as she leaned on the freshly waxed marble countertop.
Simone was occupied with the sights of the blue bills being spent on her in the upscale Bottega Veneta store.
A cheshire-like smile greeted the young woman's face as she flicked her eyes from the bills to the man infront of her. "Thank you boo, you know I appreciate it, right?" Simone swooned as she spoke, turning on her heels as he grabbed the two large bags.
"Yeah, I know. It's nothing, trust me." Keon spoke as he held the bags, analyzing Simone's petite figure as she stood a few inches under him. He stood at 6'5, his skin the tone of Hersheys as the Royal Blue Palm Angels sweatsuits he wore complimented his skin in the best way.
Simone wrapped her hands in his as they walked hand and hand, strolling down the sidewalk together. "Where else you wanna go? Margiela? Marni?" Keon asked, peering down at her as she squinted her eyes from the burning sun.
"Marni first, then Margiela." Simone said, pulling her phone from her Baby Pink LuluLemon Define Jacket, smoothing the matching tennis skirt in the process. Nina opened her phone as the pair walked into the store, Keon walking off to browse on his own.
Simone opened her groupchat with her best friends, Kashe and Maya as she replied to the recent texts.
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Simone couldn't help but giggle. She loved her little cousin more than anything but he was a jackass.
Since the shooting about a month ago, Symir and Maya hadn't had much contact since the last confrontation after he'd woken up from his coma. He didn't even get to fully wake up before Maya berated him, eventually leading to her backhanding him and being escorted out the hospital.
Shit was crazy, and not just between them too. As expected, Saint and Simone hadn't had words either, he'd blown her phone off the hook and even showed up to her job a few times but she simply never gave him the energy.
She would stay completely silent as he pleaded his case with gifts and sorry's but Nina wasn't moved a bit. She accepted the gifts and turned him away everytime.
At the end of the day, he was in the doghouse and he needed to accept that. gifts and words wasn't working, Nina wasn't that easy and she thought he knew that.
