Big Mistake

"Not Your Place"

"If I feel something is iffy, or I know it is. You better believe I will call you out on it. Just know it's always the beast within that's speaking beyond normal measure. Never cross your line, meaning, bitch don't get out your place." -Paris Vaughn

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The next day...

"You are free to go, Mr. Vaughn." Doctor Ariba told Isaac.

Malcolm, Isaac, and Paris were preparing to leave the hospital and take Isaac back home.

He was surely over the terrible, body aching flu. And going home never sounded like a much better idea he's ever had in his entire life.

Travis had been calling his phone up nonstop since last night, but Isaac was not ready to talk just yet. He wanted a pure day of relaxation in the comforts of his humble abode and not being bothered by those who did not matter.

If you weren't Malcolm Stewart or Paris Vaughn, then you could not call his phone.

"You ready?" Paris asked Isaac, throwing her crossover over her body.

"Mhmm." He mumbled, sitting down in the wheelchair for the nurse to wheel him out to Malcolm's truck.

Once they made it to Malcolm's truck, Isaac quickly climbed into the backseat while Malcolm got in on the driver's side, and Paris took her normal seat in the passenger's.

"Ya' hungry, I?" Paris asked Isaac who was busy staring out the backseat window, watching the busy streets of Redwood.

"Stop callin' me that bullshit. I got a full name muh'fucka." Isaac spat playfully.

"Aweee fuck you duck lookin' ass nigga." Paris spat back, laughing afterward.

"Aye aye, don't try to flame ma' boy wit' yo' dry nut lookin' ass." Malcolm chuckled out, along with Isaac who had burst into full blown laughter.

"Hahahaha. Hurry the fuck up so we can go get some shit to cook." Paris mugged Malcolm, propping her right leg over her left.

"Y'all cookin' fa' me too? 'Cause I ain't even thought about grocery shoppin'. That shit be frustratin' me sometimes." Isaac grunted. Shifting in his seat.

"How?" Paris asked, sending a text message back to Jules and Danielle.

They haven't officially apologized to one another, but the regular conversation on a day-to-day basis is now back on track.

They both have an understanding on things. Instead of talking them out, they just leave it in the past and move forward in their relationship.

It's toxic, but they could honestly care less. They avoid many situations as possible to make things way better then they once were.

"Just is. Don't know what to get for what. Then I see a fine ass female, I get distracted, then forget what the fuck I came for." He snarled, unbuckling his seatbelt as Malcolm parked into a desolated parking space underneath the condo complex.

"This nigga." Malcolm chuckled. "I feel you though."

Paris side-eyes her boyfriend, hoping he would catch on and chuckle away like normal. As expected, he did, and so did Isaac.