Bestfriend

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De'Anglo and Brianna in Mm.

Brianna
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"De'Anglo, what you think ?" I did a Lil twirl.

"I think that skirt to short."

"What? Its the perfect size!"

"No go change now. "

"Ugh." I walked back Into my little room and changed Into some pants, sneaks and thru a jacket on.

"Is this better ?"

"Yes you look way better in jeans, don't you think so Mari?"

"Mari?"

Da'Mario popped his head around the corner and I ran to him giving him a hug.

"Da'mario!! Where have you been, I havent seen you since Nj's funeral.."

He scratched the back of his head. "Ya I didn't wanna stick around after your brothers death, it was too hard you know? That was my nigga, my bestfriend, besides my brother right here." He playfully punch De'anglo and he stared at him.

"You look good ma, how you dress like that, but live in this dump?"

Your brother takes care of me, he make Dat bread and I spend it.

"Y'all niggas should spend it on a actual house, this bitch ain't even got running hot water. Where tf y'all sleep at?"

"Boy shut up, I gotta go tho. I'll be back gotta date.." I said rolling my eyes.

"Be back by 10!" De'anglo said pointing to my phone.

"And don't be giving up no pussy ma." De'mario said humping the fridge.

"You nasty."

"foreal tho."

"Fasho." I walked out the door and started walking to wherever this place was, I was just following my GPS.

My phone went off notifying I had a text from Angel: you sure you don't want me to pick you up ma?

I replied: ya my pops don't like niggas at the crib, but thanks.

The truth was I didn't want Angel to see where I lived. My dad died years ago. Now De'anglo took care of me.

About a half hour later I walked into the place called La Hacienda.

As I walked in it looked very familiar and flashbacks of my papa and brother flowed through my head.

I shook the thought when I saw Angel sitting in the corner off his booth on his phone.

I walked over and sat on the opposite side of the booth.

"Hola, didn't see you come."

"You speak Spanish?"

"A little my dad tried to teach me it as I was growing up."

"Oh that's nice."

"You like Mexican food?"

"Oh what? You assume cause I'm half Puerto Rican, half Dominican, and half black , I like Mexican food ?"

"I was just asking.."

"I'm kidding Angel, ya I love Mexican."

He chuckled and sat his phone down as the waitress came over.

"What would you like to drink?" She placed complimetry waters on the table.

"Um I'll have a sprite." Angel said looking thru the menu.