Diva (Urban)

Trust Issues

Diva's POV

    The next day, Lee brought me a cup of sweet lemonade and sat down next to me, grimacing at her brother, Anthony.

    He was laughing hysterically at Kevin Hart on the TV.

"Bruh, you mind?" Lee asked with a roll of her neck. She bit into her cookie and glared at Ant.

    He simply belched and laughed again at a joke about Kevin Hart's kid.

    Lee turned to me and muttered, "Can't wait until I move out."

    Ant was thirteen. Her other two twin brothers, Michael and Marshall were fifteen. And Brandy was a college-dropout who had an attitude with life. But she always seemed like honey and sugar around her boyfriend, Daniel, who she was with just that moment.

    I heard he did business with Donte but almost got shot from a rival gang. Daniel hasn't been the same since.

    And anyone with a right mind would know that Daniel only wants Brandy for her body. He's in a strip club nearly every other day drinking his pain away.

    His parents were killed in an accident a year ago and it was a gift from God that Daniel made it out alive.

    "Don't say that girl, cause you gon' be wantin' to move back in as soon as those bags hit your new house floor." I said as I bit into my cookie and smirked. Lee shook her head.

    "Nah, I'm gon' be havin' my mini Parade of Freedom up in that piece." Lee danced in her seat and giggled. I smiled and cut to the chase.

    "Me and Donte have been arguin' like, nonstop. At first I thought it was normal and now...I don't know what to do."

    "Drop his ass. Physically and metaphorically." Ant turned around and pointed at Lee. "A dollar in the swear jar!"

    "Boy, you know we ain't got that type of money." She rolled her eyes.

    Michael and Marshall ran into the kitchen, wearing nothing but boxers. "Ay, we got company!"

    Michael turned around and looked in my direction. "Shorty ain't company. She stopped being company a long time ago."

    "What y'all been doin'?" I asked them. Lee interrupted and answered, "Jerking off to photos of Beyonce."

    Laughing at Lee's comment, Ant came into the kitchen curious of what was going on.

    "Shut up. You just sawty I got a girlfriend and you don't." Michael snapped.

    "Hmm...let's wait until everyone on Earth is incinerated, leavin' only me, you, and yo girlfriend. Then maybe, just maybe I'll be jealous."

    "Her name is Jacksie."

    "Oh my word, I need to get outta here, call a taxi!"

    "That was corny as hell, Lee." Anthony said as he returned to the living room with a handful of cookies. "Mama gon' be mad as all get-out when she see that empty cookie container." Marshall said. Michael nodded and crossed his arms.

    I sighed in exasperation. Me and Lee were supposed to be talking about me. Not some damn cookies or some damn girlfriend. Whatever. I ain't got time.

    Sensing my impatient mood, Lee tapped my arm and gestured towards the door. "We can talk outside where its quiet."

    "Oh, eat it." Ant called. I nodded and followed her down the sidewalk slowly. "Like I said, drop his ass. You're better than that. And if he ain't see that yet, he ain't never gonna see it." Her words of sympathy made my day.