Once in a Blue Moon

|Deux| partie une

Welcome back, y'all. I was starting to think y'all didn't even care how the rest of the story went! 

Where was I, anyway? Oh yeah. Right when I was first meeting Gunz.

                The embers at the end of Kina's cigarette blazed a neon orange. Delilah concentrated on them as she sat in her window, still thinking of the gangsta from the night before and how his dimples didn't make him seem innocent, like they did for everyone else. For him, they made him look even more dangerous. Delilah reached her hands up to tighten her bun but for once, her hair was out of it's bun and flowing around her breasts. She hadn't tried to look decent, she and Kina were having a girls day. They both were in T-shirts and socks, but Kina had on hip-hugging sweatpants instead of loose basketball shorts like Delilah. Kina was hanging out of the window, blowing smoke into the atmosphere while her nails rapidly tapped the screen of her silver iPhone5.

                "See bitch, you just get more and more sad as the days get long. First you wanted contacts, then you started sucking the cancer sticks, and now the new iPhone is about to drop and you still with this bullshit." Delilah shook her head and pursed her lips. "A damn shame."

               Kina almost replied instantly, but instead she just looked at Delilah out of the corner of her eyes for a moment while she took a drag of her cigarette. "So is how Gunz couldn't even acknowledge your existence, but see I don't like to bring up B.S. like some miserable bitches I know."

             Delilah smiled and grabbed her friend by the hair, acting as if she was going to throw her out of the window. Kina yelped and grabbed a handful of Delilah's thigh, which was tightly gripping the wall of her bedroom so both the girls wouldn't fall out.

           "Are y'all fucking...crazy?" Veronica threw the door open to Delilah's room. They locked eyes. Delilah mentally rolled her eyes and wondered why the fuck her mom wouldn't get a job and find somewhere to be for most of the day like normal mothers. She knew Veronica liked stepping in dog shit more than she liked Kina, and she didn't even knew she smoked cigarettes.

          Damn. The cigarette. Delilah tried to maintain her appearance of being relaxed and annoyed, but a quick look of panic must've flashed over her face and that was all it took for Veronica to begin looking around.

         "What you looking for?" Delilah asked, swinging her other leg in the room and shutting the window. Kina hadn't even spoke to Veronica yet. She was too busy reaching in her purse for hand sanitizer and a breath mint. "This is my gotdamn house, I can be in here!" Veronica yelled loudly, opening her drawers and going through them. She looked behind the dresser and under the bed, believing there to be a boy in the room.

         "Mom-" Delilah was becoming aggravated with Veronica's presence. Kina touched her friend's arm softly, and they shared a look. Just let her do what she wants, let her think she owns you, and you'll be fine. Delilah knew the routine well, but she couldn't execute it as gracefully as all her others. With this one, she was always a step out of place.

         "Don't say shit to me, and clean this nasty ass room up!" Veronica started gathering different odds and ends and placing them in other parts of the room. All the hair on Delilah's arms stood up, and she felt as if ants were swarming beneath her skin. "Please stop, Mom," she managed to say in an even tone. "I'll clean it up." Her mother frowned and looked around the room once more. "Then do it!" She slammed the door and left. The interaction was only five minutes long, but it felt like fifty to Delilah. She couldn't stand her mother, and most days the feeling was mutual.