A D'yani Fanfic.
I was so out of it that I didn't even notice when the stoplight switched from yellow to red.
Struggling to act on my fight or flight, I have no choice but to run straight into the car in front of me.
Oh fuck.
Just one of those fucki...
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📍St. Catherine, Jamaica | Spanish Town
FLASHBACK | Saturday, January 4th
3 PM ⏰
"Rosh, tun up di TV likkle bit bro" Stefan says from beside me, removing the cork of his Red Stripe bottle with his teeth.
I stare, impressed yet appalled.
He notices the look of shock on my face and chuckles, "Learned this in college, wah yute from Portmore teach me" he says, answering the silent question floating between us.
"UWI is a different place...wild wild west dat" I laugh, shaking my head.
Roshan reaches for the TV remote on the coffee table, following through on Stefan's earlier request.
A Manchester City versus Sheffield United game flashes across the screen, grabbing the group's attention and pulling us in.
"Haaland a wah bad striker enuh" Stefan exclaims, kicking his feet up on the center table.
Anuh him seh ManUtd?
Rosh snorts, "Baay fuckery yah chat bro" ready to taunt.
"Yah Liverpool fan Rosh," I interject, already knowing where the conversation was headed.
"Me nah listen to nothing weh yuh haffi seh"
Stefan erupts in a fit of laughter, slapping at his thighs hysterically.
"Dats why me nuh deal wid unuh certain weh enuh" Rosh proclaims, pointing in our direction.
His amusement peeked through his hardened exterior, a slight smirk set on his lips.
Stefan is struggling to keep his composure next to me, clearly entertained by Roshan's reaction.
"Me a bwoy weh will dis unuh enuh, like inna real life bro" Rosh grins, throwing a pillow in our direction.
Turning our attention back to the TV, the living room falls silent, our gaze trapped on the game in front of us.
After a few minutes pass, the program moves to advertisements.
"Andre, bro...yuh talk to Camille yet?" Rosh questions, lowering his voice a bit.
I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose at the mention of her name.
Nuh woman eva stress me suh yet.
"Rosh, di man all write letter fi di ooman" Stefan declares, sitting up on the couch.
I nod, supporting him to go on, but choosing instead to step in and clear my name.
"Me gah her yaad fi drop eh off, and she have man a bring in groceries inna di house bro" I say, chuckling in disbelief as I replay the events.
