𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚢 (Ending soon.!...) Editing!

3.

JFK Airport Terminal.
Jabari.

Later that day...

I walked out of the airport, I grabbed my phone outta my back pocket unlocking it going to my recent calls list, I find the contact name I was lookin' fa pressing it. It rang as I put it to my ear.

"Wassup wassup my boyyyy!" He answers the phone being his usual loud self.

I smacked my lips pulling the phone away from my ear briefly, "Manee Ej bruh quit yelling, damn. Whea' you at?" I chuckled lowly to myself looking around for his goofy ass.

"Kinfolk turn your lightbulb head ass around I'm right here cuh."

I turned around to my right spotting him waving his hands and jumping around like a big ass kid, might I add. Hanging up the phone, I shook my head while walking around him towards his BMW putting my luggage in the trunk then getting in the passenger side.

"No, you didn't nigga."He yells behind me, going around getting in on his side.

"Wuzzamm E?" I dapped him up, doing our made-up handshake. We go way back to middle school, we ran the same streets and youngins.

"Shit nun much man just came from my shop." He replied, pulling off onto the freeway.

See, I met E a couple of days after he moved out to New Orleans from Dallas, Texas. His parents sent him out there ta' stay with his aunt and uncle since he was getting into nothing but trouble out in Dallas. We split once we graduated high school, he moved out here to NY on his own then built his barbershop while I stayed back in NOLA. He picked up most of our lingo and accent from being out there for so long. My accent was strong, I had ways of turning it off or on when the time was right, having to work in customer service a couple of times would do that to ya'.

He merged off the freeway then stopped at a stoplight as he checking his phone.

"Ya' want me to take you to the crib? Ya' kno' I'm not letting ya' stay in a hotel dawg." He exclaimed pulling off when the light turned green.

I nodded looking out the window," Yea, dat's coo. My ass jetlagged and ready to crash for about a day."

He nodded turning up the music full blast as he turned the corner onto his block. His ass lived in a bougie neighborhood, this is far from what back home in the hood looked like. I'm happy my nigga leveled up. We pulled into his driveway, he parked shutting off the car. I hopped out going to the truck getting my suitcase and backpack, I didn't bring much shit with me cause I didn't plan on being here long. I really just came to kick it with E for a week or two.

He walked up to his front door unlocking it as I followed behind him walking inside his house, I shut the door behind me then walked to his living room.

E came out of the kitchen with drinks in his hand, "Mi casa es tu casa." I shook my head at him grabbing the Gatorade he held out to me from him, opening it I took a big gulp before sitting on the couch putting my stuff beside the couch.

He sat on the opposite couch across from me, "How long are you staying yung?"

I relaxed more on the couch sighing, I was tired as a muthafucka. "Maybe a week or two, nun major."

He nodded resting his elbows on his knees lighting a blunt he had pulled from behind his ear. He took a strong pull from it before handing it to me, I grabbed it taking a long pull from it.

"Ya still slanging?"

I blew the smoke out of my mouth smoothly, "A little, not as much man. Cops have been taking niggas down on the block lately."

He shook his head as I reached out giving him the blunt back, he grabbed it. "Yung ya' know if ya' need a job or money I got ya'. You helped me so many times I can't even count."

I thought about what he said for a moment, I have family back in New Orleans that's who I really slanged dope for. I got tired of the 9 to 5 jobs living paycheck to paycheck barely getting minimum wage it didn't help pay the bills and put clothes on my family backs so I tired to the streets as a young boy with no father figure that I knew of. I took care of my mom and my little sister on my own. My mom knew what I was doing out in the streets, when I was a rookie I got caught by the pigs a couple of times my moms always bailed me out. I couldn't keep putting her through that. I wanted to change.

"I appreciate it, man I'll take a job. I'm trying ta' do betta' fa' my sister and moms get them out of the hood, I didn't even want to leave them behind to come out here. We running low on money since the streets are quiet, I got a couple thousand saved up." I signed rubbing my hand down my face, saying I was stressed was an understatement.

"Man you know I got you always, say less. The job is yours, I'm bout' to call up my real estate agent to look for a place for ya' fam. Don't worry about paying me back keep ya' money, ya' know it's all love for Momma Shelia and baby sis'." He stood up ashing the blunt in the ashtray, I got up as well pulling him into a brotherly hug.

"Brotha's for life."

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