Dearra
"What 'you doing?"
I looked up from my old Macbook that my parents gifted me when I was in high school. It was one of the few things that I was able to grab before being kicked out of their house. I was so close to pawning it for grocery money, and to this day, I'm glad that I didn't because I was able to find my former job with it.
"Filling out job applications." I glanced at Deondre who was eating a bowl of cereal as he sat next to me on the black sofa. "Yo' ass always eating something."
"Why' you filling out job applications? We already got enough money to last us forever." He said, ignoring my last statement.
"Forever?" I scoffed, "Nothing lasts forever."
"If we spend carefully it'll last us long enough until this robbery shit blows over and I can move out."
"If you say so, Keondre." I responded with my eyes still glued to the screen and my fingers taking on a life of their own as I typed.
"Damn, you type fast." Keondre pointed out.
"I know. I took a class for it in high school." I smiled, reminiscing on the good days.
"You went to college too?"
"Yup, best time of my life, so far." My smile widened.
"Did you graduate?" He asked.
"Almost." I felt my smile drop.
"What happened?"
"My parents cut me off because of something that was going on in the family, I don't like to talk about it. But anyway, I told them I could fend for myself. That I didn't need their help. So they kicked me out, stopped paying my tuition, and I didn't have any money of my own on top of that. So I was homeless and broke." I shrugged, "Sorry for rambling, I just-"
"Nah, you good." He looked up from his cereal bowl "I could tell you went to college, just from the way you act."
"How do I act?"
"You act... different. Different from the girls I know. You talk different, you carry yourself differently, you're just different." He explained, looking me in the eyes.
We stared at each other for a good minute before I looked away, back at my computer screen.
"Did you go to college?" I spoke up, breaking the silence.
"No. I could've, but I was too busy running the streets. I had schools lining up to give me scholarships, but at the time, I felt that selling drugs and following after my so-called "friends" was more important. I still regret that to this day."
"What'd you play?" I asked.
"Football," he replied, "Carried my high school all the way to the state championship."
I smiled and closed my laptop, "I used to play football with my dad."
"What happened to him?"
"Nothing, we just haven't talked to each other since I was put out." I shrugged.
The statement brought back so many memories of that night and I was fighting back tears. I honestly missed my parents but when they kicked me out they made it very clear that they wanted to do with me anymore.
"Why'd they put you out?" Keondre spoke, breaking the silence.
"I don't wanna talk about it." I tried to focus back on my computer screen but just I couldn't, so I shut down the entire laptop.
YOU ARE READING
His Fugitive
Romantizmco-written by: @curvana & @amourfendi Growing up, Dearra was always well taken care of. Anything she wanted or needed was placed in front of her at the snap of a finger. Keondre on the other hand, had to work and grind for what he wanted and needed...
