Crossroads

(10)

Dawaun

Dawaun wakes up and the first thing he notices is that Taylor is asleep too. He then notices the time, 12:32.

He was just guessing but he figured he'd been sleep for about 2 and a half hours.

He was starving when he woke up. He gets himself from behind Taylor and into the kitchen. "She sleeps extra hard." Says Dawaun.

Dawaun reaches into the refrigerator and pulls out eggs, and bacon. He reaches into the pantry and pulls out the waffle mix. Dawaun plugs in the waffle iron.

Dawaun starts to cook the food. He knew it was lunch time but he just felt like breakfast food.

About 20 minutes later Dawaun had successfully made scrambled eggs, bacon, and a waffle for both of them.

He walks over to the table with Taylor's plate and sits it down in front of her. He moves Taylor's body a little rougher than necessary because she is a heavy sleeper. She opens her eyes slightly and grunts.

"I made food. I know your ass hungry," he tells her.

Her eyes open wider as she takes in what he said. She look toward the table and see's her food. She sits up and grabs her plate and starts eating without a word.

"Hungry as shit. Thats them munchies," he laughs.

"Mmhmm." She says cutting into her waffle.

They ate their food.

"That was good," said Taylor wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I ain't think you could cook." She admitted.

"I mean...I live by myself. How ima eat? "  he asked.

"McDonalds and Burger King and stuff," she shrugged.

"Yea, but I cant eat that all the time. Thats not real food,"  he told her.

"Oh," she said simply.

He smiles "What? Ion look like da cookin type?" He asked her.

"I mean...nah. But if you da 'plug' like you say you are, then dont you stay in da 'kitchen'?" She asked laughing using air quotes twice.

"Always." He responded with another smile. Just then his phone rang. He reached into his pocket, pulled it out, looked at who was calling, then answered. "Hello?"

"Aye nigga, I need a pound." Said the Nigga. Dawaun couldn't remember his name, but he could remember the voice.

"Off some right now type shit?"

"Yea, right now."

"Ight. Pull up then Nigga."

"Say less," he said and hung up.

"Who was dat?" Taylor asked him.

"A swerve. I gotta serve this nigga." He replied.

"Nigga, speak english. The fuck is a 'Swerve' and the fuck does 'Serve' mean?" She asked with a glare.

He laughed. "A swerve is like a customer when you talkin' about drugs, and when I say serve, I mean the transaction of drugs. I give him drugs, he gives me money."

"Oh. Cant just be sayin' random shit like dat."

Without a response he walks into his room. Taylor mustve been curious cause she tried to walk in after him.

He turns around and notices her, "Where you goin?" He asked.

"Followin' you. What you bouta do?"

"Go sit down. Ima be right back."

"Ok," she said with a pout.

Dawaun went into his room, opened his walk-in closet where there was hardwood floor. He pulled back four boards in the left corner and lifted out a chest. He then put in the combination on the lock and opened up the chest. Instant boof. The weed was so strong Dawaun had to wrinkle his nose up completely.

A few seconds later he heard Taylor say "Damnnnnn, what you doin in there?"

"Just hold up ima be out there. He took the pound that the guy wanted out the chest, then put everything back as he found it.

He stepped out into the living room and sat it on the table in front of Taylor.

"It smells so...loud," she whined.

"You actin like thats a bad thing," he laughed.

"Thats what the guy that called wants?"

"Yup. This what he want."

Dawaun's phone rings again, he answers.

"Aye, im outside. Come out and serve me, this new area, I dont trust it." The nigga said.

"Aye cuz dont play with me. My block not hot. I made sure ont' no opps be around here. Im bouta be down there with your shit doe, sit tight." Dawaun said and hung up.

He turns back to Taylor and says "Ight Lil Shawty. Hold it down in here, ima go serve this nigga and be right back. Ight?" He asked.

"Umm, ok." She replied.

He immediately got up and left out with the package.

Dawaun hopped on the elevator, rode down to the correct floor, stepped outside and saw a black camero with a white racing stripe going down the middle. That had to be the nigga. He walked up to the window and it lowered as he approached.

"Aye, wassgood," he said as he begun dapping up the driver.

"Thats that good shit right nigga? No huff...?" He asked.

"Aye moe fuck wrong witchu askin if i got 'Huff'. Fuck no aint no 'Huff'. Gimme da money and roll nigga. Drawin attention out here with this hot car."

They exchanged money and drugs and the guy drives off while Dawaun is walking back inside the building.

Dawaun reaches his appartment again.

"I'm back in here," he called out to Taylor. He emerged into the living room and heard a noise on his right, he turns his head and see's Taylor washing the dishes that they used.

"Oh, shit." Dawaun said.