Worth

III

Danny in MM

Kyon Armelle King

"You're acting like I'm saying you can't befriend females anymore! I don't trust her and you should respect how I feel!" I argued.

Neal's 'Bestfriend', Deni, had been hitting him up so much asking to go out and stuff. I didn't mind that, but when I would answer his phone for him, she all of a sudden had this stank attitude. She also told me that we wouldn't last because I wasn't his type.

"I'm not about to lose my Bestfriend because of your insecurities! If she feels like we won't last, let her feel that way. I don't know why you care anyway. As long as I come home to you, you shouldn't give a fuck about what my peoples sayin!" He grumbled.

I sat there appalled. He did not just say some bullshit like that to me. "Fine, whatever. I don't care anymore." I grabbed my purse and the car keys, slamming the front door behind me.

He had me so fucked up. I was getting sick and tired of his mess and I didn't know how much more I could take. I pulled up to Cindy's Diner and walked in, finding a booth.

As I looked over the menu, someone sat across from me. He looked at his phone as he took his jacket off. He looked so familiar. "Umm, who are you?" I asked.

"Danny, and you are?" Doesn't ring a bell.

"Kyon. You couldn't find somewhere else to sit?"

"I wanted to sit by you." He admitted. "Get on the snap ball with me."

He walked over to my side of the booth and sat down. "We at Cindy's shabangin. Slide to Tune house. Big party tonight." He recorded.

"You look a lot like my daughter." I shrugged.

"So, you wanna party tonight?" I thought about it. Neal would probably be upset if I didn't come home, but I wanted to party too.

He always got to party while I was at home, alone. "Yeah, I'm there."

"Ayeeee" He smiled. "You single?" I shook my head.

"You want a sugar daddy or side nigga?" I choked on my drink. "I don't give sugar, so that wouldn't even work out."

"All you gotta do is spend time with me. I'm coo as hell. And I'm 17. How old are you?"

"I'm 16. And I don't know..."

"How old is ya man?" I drank some more lemonade. "He's 21."

"Damn, what yo folks saying about it?"

"They didn't like it, but I moved away. They let me though, so it's whatever."

"Damn. That's crazy." I nodded, agreeing. "He good to you?"

I lied. "Yeah, he's the best. He loves me so much and always makes sure he shows it."

"You don't gotta force it, I know that nigga ain't lovin you right." He saw right through me.

"He is." I argued. Danny put his hands up. "Whatever you say, ma."

Our food finally came. I was about to eat until he plucked my fingers. "Pray with me." He said.

We both bowed our heads and closed our eyes. "Dear Heavenly Father we come to you as humble as possible. We wanna thank you for your incredible sacrifice and the love you've placed in our hearts. Lord we pray for anyone who may be dealing with any circumstances.

Please give them the strength to persevere. We wanna thank you for this wonderful meal and we pray that it serves as nourishment to our body, so that, ultimately, your will can be done. In Jesus name we pray, Amen."