Big Mistake

Just One Way

"I can't take this shit no more! When are they ever gon' forgive me, Paris? At least I told them muthafuckas! Coulda kept it to myself and not told anybody!!" -Isaac Vaughn, Jr.

Two days later...

"You pulled some fuck boy shit the other night fam." August said to Triston, still angry from the get together at Malcolm and Paris's house the other night.

"Aw shut all that shit up and deal these muhfuckin cards scrawny ass nigga."

"Shut up bitch. Ole cheatin' ass." August spat, dealing the cards to Triston, Malcolm, and Angel.

"Y'all niggas some fools." Malcolm chuckled.

"Nah he is." August said.

"Man shit up and deal the fuckin' cards."

"Y'all need to shut up. I can hear y'all all the way in the basement." Paris exclaimed, walking past them in the living room heading towards the front door.

"Where you goin' baby?" Malcolm asked, rising up from his spot on the floor.

"Just my parents house. Isaac's gonna be there."

"Damn, so you finally got him to agree?" Malcolm asked.

She sighed. "Sadly yes. But he's not looking forward to it and neither am I."

Malcolm shook his head, he still couldn't believe that the drama was still going on.  He thought that by now all fighting would stop and peace would consume, sadly he was wrong.

He rubbed her back, soothing her nerves. "Hang in there baby. Pray about it, 'cause you out of all people knows he listens."

"I know. Just wished they would go ahead and forgive him already."

"They will someday, I promise." He kissed her cheek, then brought her face up to his and pecked her lips repeatedly.

"Hurry that shit up and bring yo' scrawny toothpick leg ass over here." Angel said.

"Shut up nigga. I can kiss my woman whenever, wherever, and however I please." Malcolm said back.

Paris shook her head and chuckled at them.

Malcolm turned his attention back to his loving girlfriend. "Be safe, aight? Lemme know when you get there, okay?"

"Okay. I'll see you later." Paris pecked his lips again before unlocking the storm door and opening it, letting the alarm beep.

"Come on lil' leg bastard so you can get that ass tapped."

"You know that was gay as hell right?" Malcolm asked.

Paris stepped out into the cold October weather, letting the breeze hit her face.

She placed her scarf onto her mouth to halt the cold air from making her sick.

She hit the unlock button to Malcolm's truck, climbing in on the step.

She threw her bag into the passenger seat an started the truck up, instantly turning the heat on.