Curves

True Love

Alana

"I'mma tell you straight up-- Don't take this the wrong way, because we know how you get-- But in my opinion.. You could'a went about it in a different way instead switching into bitch mode." Armani said.

Right now me and the girls were having lunch at Joe's Crab Shack, and they've been bugging me to tell them how dinner went, and so I finally agreed over lunch, and look where it leads me.

"So you're trynna' say I'm wrong? That's fucked up Armani. You know what I've been through with them." I argued. Armani been here before all them, how the hell she the first to join #TeamJoyce&Alonzo?

"I agree with Alana, we all know what she has been through, but I don't think you over re-acted." Natalie added.

"I do. Lanni you could have at least asked what was going on before jumping down every one's throat about that, not to mention that shit you spat at ya' folks was real shit, but in a way, still mad disrespectuful." Isis finally spoke up causing me to roll my eyes.

"What do you think Malasia?"

"I would've done the same exact thing, nothing different." And with that she fell silent again.

The only reason why we all haven't been getting together is because Malasia always turns us down, and we always had a rule that if one doesn't go, we all don't go. Long story behind it..

"What's up her ass?" Natalie asked me.

Ignoring her, I turned to Malasia.

"What's wrong Laya? We know it's something wrong, and it's been at least three months since we all met up, no more hiding it.... Talk to us--we're sisters-- remember?"

We all turned to her, and she hung her head low before replying, "I'm pregnant."

Malcom

"Was'sup grandpops? How long you been outchea' ? I thought old folk ain' po' be outchea' in all this col' weather." I spoke to my grandfather using my down south accent.

Grandpops sent me a glare before replying, "I hope I live long enough to see you get my age." [ My granddaddy use to tell me stuff like that all the time, RIP.]

"Why you always talking that death sh*t pops?"

"Tomorrow is not promised boy, so live life like there aint no tomorrow, but not that slowyo sh*t Ronnie be runnin' 'round here saying." [ My grandfather use to say stuff like this all the time, RIP.]

I smiled thinking about my nephew Ronnie, he's eight. Bad as hell, but aren't they all?

"You mean 'yolo' grandpops?"

"I know what it is, but to me it's dumb ass hell, therefore-- slowyo."

"What Ronnie bad ass know 'bout some 'yolo'?" I asked still thinking about my little man, and watching my grandfather plug in his saw to cut some wood for the fire place.

"Anything.. Just the other day he showed me some video of some kids jumping into some snow, and said 'Grandpops I'm gone do that...But first I got to yell 'yolo'."

I shook my head, he was talking about the snow challenge. That's some dumb ass shit, on the what.

"Ronnie bad ass ain't 'bout jump in no snow wit' his bad ass, knowing KeKe ass gon' send his little ass right to his MawMaw and PawPaw house until he get better."

"Who you telling?"

I sat on the counter and listened to my grandfather's jazz radio station while he sawed every piece of log in half before I carried the logs in the house for him.