A/N: this chapter is eight thousand words. so enjoy the love before the heartbreak :)
& vote. before i scream and give y'all nothing.
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LOCATION: BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
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DATE: SUNDAY, JULY 21ST TIME: 11:40 p.m
"WHAT TIME IS JAMIR'S PARTY?"
Marion shrugged, pulling out his phone to look at what Q texted him earlier — just so they can be ready when he comes to pick them up. "He said it starts at one, but he's picking us up early to go buy him a gift."
The group was already getting ready prior to Keyontae asking him, four out of the eight people in the house were already dressed and prepared to leave out the house. The other four — which was Samaria, Kimora, Sekani and Jayden, were still getting dressed.
Looking at the time on his phone, he let out a breath before scanning the room, seeing Zay'vion and Soya on the couch, neither of them saying anything to each other as they waited for everyone else.
Kimora walked out of Keyontae's room, putting her earrings in her ear before fluffing her curls that were in a ponytail. She makes eye contact with the two males standing up, walking over to them with a small smile on her face.
"When are we leaving?" She asks them.
"Party starts at one so probably around twelve, since we still have to get a gift." Keyontae responded, looking around the room again, "Where are the other three?"
"Jayden is in your closet getting dressed, Sekani and Samaria are in the bathroom." Kimora informed him before walking into the kitchen to get something to drink.
He doesn't say anything else only heading to his room, the closet light catching his attention as he walked over to it, sliding the white door over slightly as he catch an eyesight of Jayden.
"Jay, what are you doing?" Keyontae's voice was amused as he tried not to laugh at the younger male.
Jayden was sitting down on the floor, a pair of shorts on, as he had a bottle of rubbing alcohol next to him with a washcloth in his hand. He was placing the alcohol on his skin as he hissed slightly, trying to clean up the small cuts on his legs.
"Trying to fix the marks you gave me." Jayden said as he refused to look up at the older male. "Since I got these welts, I can't put on jeans and they itch so bad that I cut myself."
