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𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕤 | 𝟙𝟘:𝟙𝟙 𝔸𝕄
𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕞'𝕤 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖
I scroll through my phone straight-faced as Salem and Rashiid are playing 2K.
(Can y'all tell ionk shit bout video games pls forgive me 😭)
I keep thinking about earlier this morning when I watched the van drive down her driveway. I don't like that she gone. Sure, she ain't gone for real, but what the fuck I look like driving up to the college campus.
I'll FaceTime her later, though.
"That's right nigga! Put some 'spect on my name!" Salem jumps up and smacks his chest a couple of times. He clearly won that round.
"Man, fuck you," Rashiid swats at him.
"Don't be mad cause you suck."
"Yo, let me play Mauree," Salem says.
They both look over at me. "That nigga look melancholic," Rashiid says.
"Nigga, I know yeen jus' say 'melancholic'," King laughs.
"Why you look like that, Mauree?" Salem asks.
"You know he mad cause his girl gone," King says.
"Mmcht, man she ain't gone. She literally around the corner. And that campus open, you can see ha whenever you want. Now come play Salem bitch ass," Rashiid says.
"You jus' sayin' that cause yeen got no girl," Salem laughs.
"Nigga, you don't either!"
I chuckle and get up. "Aight, nigga, give me the controller."
ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 | 𝟡:𝟛𝟜 𝔸𝕄
𝕍𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕒 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕪
I'm half-done putting all my stuff in my room as I hear the sound of a lock turning. The door opens and a pretty girl in between with peanut-shell skin and braids walks in, dragging a big blue suitcase behind her.
She looks like she's in the dead middle of peaceful and stressed, and I can hear her mumbling lowly to herself.
"Hi," I wave at her. She looks up at me and grins pleasantly.
"Hey. I'm Destinee. What's your name?"
"Oh, Paris." I grin also.
Destinee looks around and notices I already have my stuff on the bed I want so she moves to other side of the room and starts unpacking.
"What's your major?" She asks me.
"Education." I smile. "You?"
"Psychology."
"Ooh, fancy shit," I smirk.
"Oh, girl," Destinee waves me off, giggling.
Destinee looks around at my side of the room as she starts setting stuff up on her side how she likes it. She notices my SZA poster and smile.
"You like SZA?" She asks. "That was dumb as hell. If you ain't like her you wouldn't have a damn poster."
"You good," I laugh. "Yeah, she my favorite singer."
"Coooool, Jhene Aiko is my favorite singer, but I love SZA."
"Favorite song?" I arch my eyebrow, half-ready for her to say Broken Clocks or Snooze.
