Resolving Stuff (prt 1)

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Halo everyone, here's a new chap. If there's any grammar problems I'll get to it... sometime in my life. Hope you like it. Oh and another thing, I got overly excited when I saw that I wrote two pages last chapter. Whoo-Whoo!!!! Just me... ok...

"Yo, what ho you talking to now, Kenan?"

The voice I now dreaded to hear, was replaying in my head. I almost choked on my stuffed crust slice of sausage. Kenan and I's eyes (a/n writing those words and rereading them was hilarious. now shoo and continue) locked. His filled with fear and sorrow.

Darrel comes up from behind and smirks,"Oh, you were getting it on," he winks,"I don't judge bro, I don't judge! Now lemme see the bae..." He starts leans in to get a better view of my face and his eyes start widen with realization. I panic and before either one of them has something to say I quickly end the Facetime.

I sit there, sobbing my eyes out, "I can't believe how fucking stupid my stupid ass self is-"

I'm cut off by a sound of thunder,"1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 mississi-*FLASH*" I start counting in my mind and then get cut off by the lightning. "I wonder if..." My thoughts are answered by the phone ringing.

"Hey, baby"

"Hi mum, let me guess. The storm is so bad that you and dad decided to just grab a hotel room and stay for the night?" I answer knowing since this isn't the first time.

"Is it a problem, sweetie?" my mum asks carefully.

"No! I mean,nah, ma it's fine. As long as you and dad gets back here safe. I'll see you late-," I hang up the phone pretending to get disconnected. I'm tired and I still have things to take care of. "It's fine mom. I rather you and dad screwing in a hotel instead of a door down," my subconscious has to remind me and I cringe at the memory. My innocence went down the drain that night.

I called Nelly knowing that I needed to take care of something. I'm just hoping my emotions are able to stay in tack.

"What?" at least she picked up.

"i'msosososososososorry.YouwasrightandIwaswrongandhe'snothingbutaplayerandIthinkKenanhel-pedhimprankmebecausehecalledmetonightwantingtogooutwhenreally...IT WAS ALL JUST A PRA-A-A-A-A-A-ANK!!!" And the Oscar for best emotion keeping is Genesis!... or nah?!?!? It was clearly nah.

I got worried because I felt her roll her eyes,"Is your parents home?" she sighed.

"Mmnn" I said recalling the information from earlier, "They're screwing in a hotel somewhere."

She giggled lightly,"Imma be there in less than 5 minutes."

*4 1/2 minutes later (yes I counted)*

There was a know on the door and I peeked through the peek hile on my tippy toes. I saw her face so I opened the door and was flooded by commands, "Get the cookies; Oreos and CHEWY Chips Ahoy God forbid you don't have the chewy ones..."

"We-We-We have the chewy," I stuttered. I just needed help but she's my best bet.

She pivet towards me and smirked,"...and DO NOT forget the milk," she said thankfully with a smile.

After gathering all of our necessities, we sat on the couch and I layed on all the details of what transpired early that evening. We also divulged the un eaten cinnamon sticks- I was instruced to put on more- and then, it was HER time to talk.

"I told you he was nothing but a playa,"

"Yes mom"

"And if it weren't for his punk ass friends, you'd probably be in a lot of trouble, right?"

"Yes mommy"

"And did Kenan get a chance to explain himself?"

"No ma'am. But his eyes revealed everything. It did seem ironic that he'd call me right after Lil D*** did,"

"And you're telling me that he hasn't made an attempt to resolve himself?"

My eyes started watering and I sniffled out,"Not a text, call, facetime or email!"

"It's ok child," Nell cradled and shushed me,"it is ok. Can we call him from my phone and see if he what happens?"

I thought about it. Kenan is my homeboy, but nigga disrespected me. I deserve to know why. I answered with a forceful nod, "Lets light him up"

Howdy y'all. Hope you all liked it and I hope to be updating soon. See you on the flip side.

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