Maybe Someday • Chris Brown

Thanksgiving Dinner

Riley.

It's been three or four weeks since me and Chris's little argument, and we haven't talked since. Even when we see each other in our classes, I don't say anything to him and he doesn't say anything to me. The rest of us still talk as a crew though, I just make sure to not sit by or communicate with him when we're together. I'm not the type of person to ignore a group of people because of one mutual friend.

It was Thanksgiving morning, just hitting eleven o'clock to be exact. Daddy was in the kitchen cooking, Raheem was still sleeping, and I was in Reagan's room chatting it up.

"So Riley." Reagan started off. I looked at her and waited for her and say what she had to say. "You and Chris. What's up?"

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Fuck Chris."

"What happened? That was bae when we first got to the school."

"He was never bae. He was a potential bae. But he tried to play me and I refuse to be somebody's lil side hoe."

"You got the hoe part down." She told me. I laughed and nudged her. "Shut up."

"Nah but for real, you talking about that foreign looking girl? I be seeing him walk around with her all the time."

I nodded. "Yea her."

"I mean she looks nice to be honest." Reagan shrugged. I stared at her. She threw her hands up in surrender and got off the bed. "But if Riley don't like you, then it's fuck you."

"That's right. Let's go see what Little Richard is whipping up right now." I got off her bed too and we both walked downstairs. Daddy was making Turkey, ham, greens, macaroni and cheese, and beans. I used to help him cook, up until the age of fifteen, now Reagan does it while I just do slight stuff in the kitchen, along with Rah.

Once daddy heard our presence, he greeted us with a kiss on the forehead. "Good morning my little Sunshines. Happy Thanksgiving."

"Hey daddy! What you need help with?" Reagan asked.

"Can you slice the pineapples and place them on the ham then put it in the oven? And Ry-Baby can you wash that big pot out? That's what I need to cook the macaroni in."

I nodded and grabbed the pot he was talking about out of the sink and began washing it. Just then, I heard Heem coming down the stairs. "Good morning fam." He kissed me and Reagan on our forehead then patted daddy on his back. "What y'all cooking? Smelling good in here!"

"It's thanksgiving, what it look like we cooking?" I remarked.

"Don't get smart with me." He plucked me on my cheek and I hit him with the dishrag. I handed my dad the pot then went to go dry my hands off. Raheem snuck behind me and mushed my head, almost making me hit the cabinet. I turned around and slapped him in the chest. Not too hard, but hard enough for him to feel it. Then, he hit me in my arm way harder than I hit him. "OW! Alright bet!" I tied my hair up with the hair bow that I had on my wrist and punched him in his arm, igniting a real deal fight He was way taller and bigger than me, so I admit he was beating my ass. Though we were seriously fighting, we both knew better than to hit each other in the face or way too hard, that's why my dad had no intentions on stopping us; it's what siblings do. I ducked and held my hands up in surrender once I couldn't take it anymore. "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! You're hitting me too hard!"

"Shouldn't have started it. Smart mouth ass."

"Don't curse at my daughter" daddy told him.

My phone started ringing on the table. I went to go pick it up to see who was calling.

What the fuck does he want?