what about us|aaliyah

nine

aaliyah

we haven't been to school in two days, seeing that uncle jaren has been busy. he also said he wanted us to rest ourselves. today is the day we can finally hit the mall so we can return to school tomorrow.

"look, now when i get home from work, im taking y'all to the mall." uncle jaren said as he put on his work shoes.

"ok." i mumbled as i laid my head on the kitchen table.

"be safe and if ya crazy mother come by, don't answer the door." he said as he left the house quickly.

allen was eating cereal when his pager started beeping. he hopped up and ran to the house phone.

"who got you running like a chicken with its head cut off?" i asked him as he dialed numbers.

"it's pac." he said as he put the phone to his ear. "wassup." he said

he put the phone on its speaker and pac began to speak.

"where ya'll light bright asses been at?" he asked, with noises in the background.

"it's a long fucking story." allen said.

i leaned back in the chair with my arms crossed, as he spoke some more.

"just know we at our uncles crib." he told him.

"shit, aaliyah get your girl." he said

"halle? what she doing?" i asked as i walked towards the phone.

"she cooling with pebs and them hoes. they walked up to her in breakfast cause you wasn't here and started taking to her...conversation started about makeup...you ain't even been gone a whole two school days. she haven't even bothered asking where yo ass at." he told me.

"what the fuck." i mumbled

"do her ass need friends to survive?" he joked "like damn."

"hmph." i said rolling my eyes.

"dino looking like a lost cause without you, liyah." pac said

"how and we don't even talk really.." i said

"he still misses you." pac said as he chuckled "i can see it." he joked

i smiled as if he could see me and allen nudged me. "stop smiling like a idiot." he began "yo, pac we gone try and be there tomorrow, ight?"

"cool, one." pac said

"one." allen hung up the phone and looked at me. "halle a trip."

"man..i'm not stressing." i told him.

knowing good and damn well, im stressing. why is my bestfriend hanging with the bitch that i hate? she was supposed to hate her ass too.

i walked over to the living room and laid out on the big leather sectional uncle jaren has. allen followed me with his cereal and looked at me.