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Chapter 25: Real Gun, Water Gun, Same Thing

Semaj didn't sleep fairly long and neither had Michael. Michael was up and walking about the house around five in the morning and Semaj was up next at six. Although she didn't get that many hours of sleep she did feel a lot better regardless of what had happened last night, and the fact that Michael had comforted her and not pushed her off. She was shocked but pleased. He was maturing in her eyes and she was beginning to feel proud of herself. She wish she could gloat about to Kearston's and Lina's face but she knew, being the person that she was, that she wouldn't do that. No matter how bad she wanted to.

"...I'm not wit that shit no more" Michael whispers as he walks back into his bedroom and over to his drawers. "I don't deal no fuckin more so what the fuck you expect huh?!" His voice was raising but he lowered it back down. "Look nigga call Lenny, Marco, Biggs, I don't care but I ain't got shit for ya." Michael swears under his breath as he ends the irritating conversation.

"Who was that?" Semaj asks sitting up and Michael turns around.

"Did she hear shit I said last night?" Michael thinks to himself.

"Jus' somebody wantin weed. That's it." He replies shrugging his shoulders. "You remember anything from last night?"

Semaj rubs her eyes and then tries to run her fingers through her hair to get it from looking like a wild woman.

"I remember arguing with my parents, fighting Lonnie, eating pizza, then sleeping." Semaj says naming off the things. Of course whatever was said between her and Lonnie and her and her parents was a little bit blurry because she had blacked out and felt herself going a little bit delusional last night.

"Damn, I owe you one God" Michael thinks as he mentally pats himself on the chest.

"You ain't fight nobody, you damn near killed her ass." Michael says chuckling his thoughts trailing to scene of Semaj hitting Lonnie over and over again, the blood going straight into the snow.

"I wasn't trying too," Semaj mumbles.

"She deserved exactly what came to her triflin buggin ass." Michael says shrugging again. "If it wasn't for Adreana's dumb ass tryna jump in I would let you keep hitting her. That and she had a death grip on yo head too." Michael says frowning and Semaj places her hand over the mild thumping area.

"Explains the headache" she says swallowing.

"I got something for that" Michael says pointing to her head and walks over to his nightstand grabbing the tylenol AM pills and then goes in the black mini frige, that Semaj had failed to notice, and takes out a small bottl eof water. "This should do a lil' somethin' for ya head."

"Thank you," Semaj says untwisting the cap of the bottle and she downs some water before finally putting the pill in her mouth and then drinking the rest of the water to wash it down.

"So look I would kill to just lounge around in here all day witchu but sadly i gotta go to this damn job that i tried my best to flunk. So, wit that bein said you got three choices; go to school, go home, or stay here." Michael says holding up three fingers and wiggling them.

"You would really let me stay here while you're gone?" Semaj asks her eyebrows raising.

"Of course there are gon be some ground rules" Michael warns her and Semaj chuckles.

"Like?"

"Don't answer the door, the phone, and don't even think 'bout inviting anyone over here." Michael says leaning against the bed pole and Semaj shakes her head.

"Why couldn't I answer the door?"

"Do you see where I live, Semaj? Answer the door and yo ass is dead for sure and then ima be spendin life in jail for killin' the muthafucker who hurt you. So that is why you cannot answer the door and the phone is for business uses only."