The Price ࿊f Peace

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Somewhere in Oakland

"'Bir?" She asked, with a slight sigh. She hadn't seen him for four whole years and now all of the sudden, this nigga was everywhere.

"Yes, 'Bir." Camarro confirmed. At this point, the twos' beef was played out. Even she couldn't tell him why they were beefing. "Lamilton was one of our young niggas and he ain't like 'Bir."

"We should start a club." Syara muttered under her breath, leaning to place her elbows on her knees.

Camarro just stale faced her. "You done?"

"When he is." She replied. She knew he knew that it wasn't a one sided issue. And if you started with her, especially if she didn't do you shit? You better be ready to beef for the rest of your life.

To be honest, she really didn't care. She did sometimes, but most times she didn't. She's...peculiar that way.

Right now, it was just misdirected anger.

"C'mon, brother." Leek chuckled at her a little. "He not even here."

She looked around the living room of her apartment, "...So?"

Camarro opened his mouth to say something else, but it fell upon deaf ears as she stood to walk to her room.

She closed her door swiftly before going to her drawer. She decided on a boxy, charcoal gray, crew neck sweater to match her black sweatshorts.

A knock sounded on her door.

"What?" She asked, pulling the sweater over her head.

Leek invited himself in and stood silently at the door after shutting it.

"You gon' speak?" She asked him, mustering as much patience as she could.

"'Bir not here." He told her.

She looked at him in confusion. "Is he supposed to be?"

"Nah, not yet." He told her dismissively. "I'm just saying, you don't gotta be on defense mode, 'nd shit." Leek divulged.

She nodded, "That's all?"

"We on yo' side, brother." He held his hand out to do their handshake. She stared at his hand for a second, a blank expression on her face before she sighed inwardly, closing the distance to place her hand on his.

It wasn't too intricate, but it was still symbolic. She loved handshakes, the more complicated, the better. She had one with everyone she was close to. Starting with Leek who walked in on her rewatching Parent Trap when she was 15.

It was the first movie she saw after coming to the United States and one that she used to help with her English and she found comfort in it, still.

After the handshake with Leek, Camarro wanted one too, and she had already asked Kisses if she wanted one, then Hooty when they got cool.

Theirs was simple. Over, under, left, right, twist, left, right.

"Come on, brother." He opened the door to let her walk out first to the living space where Camarro was talking to Hooty.

"I'll tell him." She heard Hooty tell Camarro.

While she didn't want anyone—especially not a nigga who hated her—in her business, she didn't even care to ask what they were talking about at this point.

The people were still blowing up her phone with messages, but she figured they'd slow out eventually. She wasn't responding, nor was she worried.

"Aye." Camarro spoke to no one in particular. "Y'all wanna hit up Dave's real quick?"