My Kind Of Beautiful|| Algee Smith

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Beverly
*The next morning.*
I was still at the hospital with Keith. I got some sleep, but not enough, especially in that uncomfortable hospital sofa.

For the most part I just admired how Keith slept. He was such an angel.
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"Yes mom I'm good, they're gonna run more tests, then let me go in a day or two..."
Keith says into the phone.

I remember him telling me that his mom was his best friend and how she gave good advice.

"Are you gonna tell her?" I whisper.

"Oh I wanna tell her in person and see her reaction." He says while smiling.

He seemed so excited.
If he was, then I was too.
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Algee
I woke up and I ended up making Bianca and I some breakfast.

While she was still sound asleep, I turn on the tv.

"Actor Bryshere Gray better known as Hakeem from empire or as Michael bivins in "The New Edition Story" has been arrested for what claims to be attempted murder of fellow friend Keith Powers-" I then click off the tv.

I didn't even wanna hear any of it.
Suddenly Bianca walks out.

"Hey babe I made you breakfast."

"Thank you" she says while giving me a hug.
"You noticed that everyone's talking about that night right?"

She then sits next to me by the counter.

"Yeah I know...fans are asking us if we're okay too and a lot of yazzs fans are saying some rude stuff." I sip my coffee and shake my head.

"I just got off social media a bit to get my mind clear. If no one is speaking positively about the performance of new edition, new edition series, or my EP then I could care less."

She lays her head on my shoulder.
"I'm still getting backlash about the case with Trevor but I ignore it."

"I know Bebe I know..."

"But hey, everyone loved your guys' performance. Just remember that you guys did great."

She really knew how to make a nigga feel better.

"Hey listen, you wanna go house hunting today?"

I smiled.

"Yeah, lets go."
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Bryshere
*Few Days later.*

'Been stuck in this cell for what feels like forever.
I don't wanna be here god I don't wanna be here.
I feel like a slave in here already. This is all because of fuckin Trevor. I hate his ass. Why me?'

I finish up writing in my journal and quickly hide it under my pillow.

I swear jail is not made out for me. My cell mate is weird as hell, and it stinks so bad in here.
I'm supposed to go into prison in a few days in maximum security.
Maximum! So this jail thing isn't even the half.