715 miles away

3.

3 weeks later

It was now the first day of December and I was happy. Christmas was right around the corner then New Years then my birthday. I was finally about to be 21.

I grabbed my phone off my desk seeing I had 2 messages from Romeo. Me and him became close over theses three weeks. He was soooo cute and funny. He was always high I never seen him sober but I want to. I believe he a whole different person when he sober. We always on FaceTime and on the phone. He goes to work at night and I be sad sometimes because our convos are short. Sometimes he would talk to me until he got to work and call me on break. Romeo was legit my long distance bestfriend. I just hope I get to meet him.

I read the messages and decided what to text back.

Romeo😻
"Yo ass always going to sleep on a nigga"-12:15am

"Anyways Goodmorning bestfriend hope you have a good lil day call me when u go on break"-7am

I laughed and texted him back it was 10 o'clock so I knew he was probably sleep because he worked lastnight. I went to run my bath water to get my day started. I washed my body humming to myself a little thinking about Romeo. He was the perfect idea of what I wanted my nigga to be like hood,smart, funny and fine.

As I was done showering I heard movement in my room making me scared. I was home by myself my mom and dad had been left. So either I was getting robbed or a ghost was in here.

"Who ever out there I got a gun and not afraid to use it" I shouted knowing damn well I didn't have a gun. I heard laughing causing me to open the door to Amber on my bed laughing.

"I got a gun face ass bitch you know you scared of guns" she kept laughing like shit was funny

"How you get in my house lil hoe" I let my towel drop putting on my underwear

"Your mom just left she let me in and damn you trying to fuck me or sum cover up hoe you know I'm slick gay" that was true Amber was bisexual but I believed she liked girls more.

"Shut up but why you doing over here so early you don't have work today" I put my footlocker shirt on

"Oh bitch I came over here to tell you about Shayla ass and I brought a blunt" she held up the weed and backwood

"Ughhh I can't get High before work and what her ass do"

Amber began telling me about how her little sister came home with hickey's on her neck and claimed she thought she was pregnant. Shayla was only 15 and was fast and bad. I took a two puffs from the blunt before talking.

"Damn all you can do is take her to the doctor to get results really, who her boyfriend"

"That's the thing she doesn't know she said it happened at some party she went to a month ago while she was in Atlanta she so fucking dumb" I passed her the blunt she needed it more than me

Shayla was indeed a party girl all she did was drink,smoke and pop pills. They mama was a drug addict to so I see where she gets it from. She grew up seeing her mom pop pills and shit so I guess she was use to it.

"Damn that's fucked up I hope she not pregnant because you going to be left taking care of it"

She shook her head as I saw tears come out her eyes.
"Right like I raised her the best as I could being 5 years old and taking care of your sister is so hard. My dumb ass mother oh gosh I fucking hate her I hate her so much" she paused taking a breathe. "now I gotta take care of Shayla baby 9/10 she not going to find the guy and she only 15 Princess damn" she cried even harder I was too high right now and I started crying too.