Never Stop Being You

Chapter Four

|Chapter Four|

-Devyn

I woke up bright and early as I always do on Saturdays. I walked into the babies' room to see my mother feeding the babies.

"Finally," I mumbled.

I walked down stairs to see my father leaving for work. My dad was an entrepreneur. He worked all around Miami. He always had a new idea going and always seemed to make his ideas come into play.

"Have a good day daddy!"

"You too hon'," he said as he walked out of the door.

I picked out an orange and began to peel it before eating it. I went into the den to begin running on the treadmill. Although my stomach is flat, I like to stay in shape. A healthy body is very important and hard to maintain.

I blasted my favorite rapper, Young Thug, as I ran. He's so ignorant but his music spoke to me for some reason.

I kept running until I began to break a sweat. I saw it was about 9:30 AM so I slowed my pace and finally got off. I didn't like to get to sweaty and nasty. Just not my cup of tea.

I ran my fingers threw my hair as I walked to the regular house floor and saw my mom watching Greys Anatomy. "When will you go back to work?"

"As soon as you lose that damn attitude."

I rolled my eyes and jogged up the stairs so that I could take my shower. I let the hot water torture my skin as I washed my body. My skin was smooth and glistening as I washed it. Not too bad for someone who has black in them.

After finishing, I hopped out and took care of the rest of my hygiene. The clock read 10:15. I had to hurry if I wanted to be on time for this "project meeting".

I ran lotion on my skin and quickly threw my hair into a neat bun on top of my head. I grabbed a Ralph Lauren pink and white diagonal-striped button down. I accompanied the shirt with simple LA Idol jeans and I wore patent leather Steve Madden stilettos. Simple but classy.

I stuffed my supplies in my Vera Wang bookbag and grabbed my phone before heading downstairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" My mother eyed me.

"Out." I replied before leaving the house.

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- Kyrie

"Bye ma," I kissed her cheek before she left out to go to work. My mother was only a CNA which bought in a little money but it wasn't enough. That's why this fighting shit meant a lot to me. It brought money in.

I looked around at the home I bought us. It wasn't no mansion but it was the biggest house in the hood. It was decorated to my moms pleasure and the hot spot on the weekends and weekdays.

"Yo Ant!" I hollered.

"Wassup bro?"

"You wanna go run and get some McDonald's?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm down."

"Aight. Lemme' get my shoes and we'll be out."

I walked upstairs to my room and placed my Red and black Jordan 12's on my feet. These shits clean. I looked in the mirror before heading back down.

I heard an unfamiliar voice and when I looked up it was Devyn.

"How the fuck you got in here?" I asked confused.

"Your friend let me in. He said he'll be back. I came to work on the project, remember?" She asked. I slowly nodded while examining her clothing.

What she had on seemed simple but expensive. Them jeans showed it all though. The rhinestones on the back of her booty was making a nigga wanna-