Roommates

Chapter 15

Mia pov
Getting closer to Quan's house, I see a girl! She was a light complexion, short girl with jumbo box braids. She was walking off the porch into the gold car parked in the front. I got my phone out to take a picture. I needed to, because if I told Erin, she'd probably think I was lying just to get her to leave his no good ass alone. I held my foot on brake just to take a picture. When I got a clear picture, I rode off slowly. I wanted to get a good look at her face, so you can say I was starring at her. When she got in the car, she noticed I was looking at her. As my car moved, my head didn't. When she looked at me, I looked away and drove off. I couldn't wait to tell Erin what I just saw! I sent her the picture of the girl, but it didn't say delivered. Her phone must've died or something.
Quan pov
*an hour before Mia and girl's interaction*
What Erin said to me a few weeks ago sat on my mind heavily almost everyday. "really Quan? you seriously need a job! I'm always the one paying for our outings, don't no bitch want a man that can't pay for shit half the time" her voice played over and over again.
I love Erin, I really do. Even though I did her wrong a few times, I wouldn't trade her for nothing. Besides, those were the days I didn't give a fuck about nun. Any bitch that came my way got played and Erin happened to come in the midst of it. After awhile, I realized I couldn't do her like I did these other hoes. She was different and she pretty much changed me. So, I made a promise to myself to treat her with the respect she deserves. Hearing her voice say the same thing in my mind often, made me wanna stack bread. I wanna be able to give her anything she want and deserves. It's hard for a nigga to get a job though. Don't nobody want a black man working for them. Besides, my dad was a drug kingpin before he got locked up. I never seen my dad work a 9-5 job. He always told me "son, it's better to have your own business than to work for some chump ass white dude". My dad didn't want me to be like him, but what other "business" can a nigga own? Since I can't do that, ima find a way. I called up my nigga T. He was basically like my uncle. A young uncle, he was around 30. T was one of the biggest drug dealers around. Before my dad got locked up, he worked for him. I believe T was about 16 or 17 when he worked for my dad. When I use to come in the house after playing outside, I would sneak to see T and my dad in the garage packing drugs and counting money. I had a flashback to the first time I saw my dad and T doing illegal shit.
It was the last day of school. I was excited as hell cus my dad told my brother and I that we would be able to go to Disney World this summer. Every summer, my brother and I talked about going to Disney World, but we couldn't. Our family wasn't living large to take trips and shit.  There was one point when we were about to get put out. Luckily, our rich grandma paid off our mortgage. Grandma told my mama that would be the first and last time she paid it. She only did it cus she didn't want us kids to live out in the street or with her. "Dad, dad" I ran in the kitchen to see nobody. My ma would usually be cooking, but today was a "girls night out" for her and my sister. My sister didn't go to school that day.
"Dad?!" I yelled, but you could hear nothing. My brother came into the house after me. He came in, got a Sunny D juice and went outside. I wasn't an outside kid. I was alright with watching cartoons and coloring nshit. I decided to watch tv and wait til my dad got back. Before I turned the tv on, I heard people talking and laughing in our garage. I got excited because I knew it was my dad. I hopped up and ran to the garage. When I barged into the door, my eyes saw hella money and hella drugs on a table. "Boy what the hell is you doin'?!" "Why you here so early" my dad said angrily. We got out of school early on the last day. I didn't say anything because I was still surprised at what was on the table. My uncle T came running towards me and swooped me up.
After that day, I snuck to see them oftentimes. I snapped out of my flashback.
"Wassup nephew!" my uncle T hollered through the phone.
"Hey wassup Unc, I was wondering if that offer was still on the table" T always told me he had me, but I declined every time. I didn't wanna end up like my dad.
"Ah, I knew you would come around nephew, I told you they didn't want you in any type of industry, we black man. They don't care if you got a degree or any of that shit. All they care about is that we black males" I heard this from him ALL the time, even from my dad. He was right too. Sad but true.
"I'll drop by in a few nephew" I hung up the phone and thought hard about the decision I was about to make. Fuck it. I wanna be able to give my girl everything and live the life I wanna live with her.
*20 minutes later*
"Hey nephew!" I let my uncle in and there was a light skin girl with braids rushing behind him. I'm not sure who she was, probably one of unk lil hoes. I can't lie, my uncle didn't look too bad for his age, plus you can tell he get money so I'm not surprised to see a young broad up under him.
"Wassup unk" I wasn't happy about what I was about to do, but I gotta do what I gotta do. "You don't look too sure bout this nephew, let me know" he held his hand in black jansport bookbag while waiting for my answer. I rubbed my hand over my waves, "yeah...I'm sure". Unk turned around and patted his lips to the girl "babe, wait for me in the car real quick". The girl he came with rolled her eyes and sashayed towards the door. When the door shut, unk turned around facing me. "Look nephew, you know the deal. Don't end up like your dad man. Be careful." He held two keys of Coke when he pulled his hand from the bookbag and handed it to me. Anything just to live the life I wanna live WITH the girl I love.