Love Does Cost A Thing

One: More Life

Am Casey "Colby" Hall:

"Ma, I'm gone!"

"A'right boy!" She yelled. "Don't forget about Carrington!"

"I won't!"

"Bye! Have a good day!"

"You too, mama!" I yelled back since she was in her room and I was heading towards the door to go to school. Being a junior in high school was cool, I didn't trip about school too much but I couldn't lie and say that I wasn't ready for football season again.

I got into my fathers Jaguar and got in cutting on Kevin Gates playlist and shuffling it as my phone buzzed. I picked up, putting the phone to my ear. "What's up?"

"Aye, man, I missed the damn bus. You left yet?"

"I was just about to. I swing by and pick you up. I'll be outside in five minutes," I spoke. "Good looking out," we hung up and I headed to Nolan's house that was two blocks from mine.

We had been boys since fifth grade, and everything was good. I picked him up and we headed to school. Soon as we got there, I split up from him and ran up to Amhara from behind and grabbed her arm. She turned around, flipping her long hair, and rolled her eyes at me and hugged me. "Even though you pissed me off last night. I'm so glad you came to your senses," she spoke with a smile. Her freckles glowing along with the mark that was on her lip.

I shook my head at her and grabbed her hand in mines ushering her towards my car. She shook her head. "Hell no. I can't afford to miss class again. My uncle was pissed the last time and I'm not trying to get grounded."

I grabbed her face and kissed her lips stopping her from talking. She pecked mine, and we started tongue kissing which evolved into me sticking my tongue down her mouth. I backed away and she smirked. "I'm still not leaving and neither are you."

I glared at her and she mugged me back. I smacked my teeth. "Damn A'right give a nigga his balls back!"

She hit my chest and I chuckled, and she grabbed my hand. We headed to class even when I didn't want too. That's just how much control Amhara had over me. We had been bestfriends since third grade and had always went to school together. It just so happened that we were going through some shit right now, because she was talking about doing something that I didn't agree on.

Amhara Justeece Lewis:

"Babe, tase," I spoke. He glanced up at me and took a bite of the meatball I had on my fork and I frowned once I realized he wasn't even paying attention to me and I realized that it had something to do with what we were talking about last night. "So you're still mad?"

He turned towards me, as we sat in his car and shook his head putting his phone down. "It's not you. It's the situation."

"Well what do you want me to do? Where am I suppose to stay? I can't stay with my mother because she's fucking dead and I can't stay with my dad because he doesn't even know me and I don't know him, my uncle is the only person I have, Colby don't you realize that?"

He didn't say anything and I frowned. "See, that's what I thought. Your making such a big deal out of it like we can't text or call each other over the phone. People do long—

"Long distance? I'm not doing that shit. It'll never work and you know that," he spoke. "Why not just stay with me?"

"I can't stay with you."

"Why? I can ask my mom and you know she loves the hell outta you. I don't see the prob—"

"You don't see the problem because your the guy, but I'm a girl and I can't stay with you. I don't want too. I want to go with my uncle and do new things and try to figure out who my father is."

"Why not find that shit out now?" He asked. I never had thought about it, which was a lie because I always did. I stayed thinking about the parents who left me. My mother had me, and three months after giving birth she died of a drug overdose. Then there was my father who my uncle never wanted to talk about and who I always thought about. I wanted to know who he was, did he have freckles like me, did he talk like me, did he look like me, does he have the same smile as me, does he have the same laugh as me, does he wiggle his nose like me, and did he want to even get to know me?

"How? My uncle doesn't want to talk about him and what if he doesn't even want to see me? I don't want to bother him and then what is it suppose to change? Is he suppose to want me because let's face it he might not want too?"

He pulled me close to him by my face. "It's up to you. If he don't wanna meet you that's on him, but he would be an idiot to not want too. I know that much. So it's up to you."

I nodded my head and pulled him closer to me and pecked his lips. "You know I like you right?"

He laughed. "I know. I like you too."

"I want to do it, but we can't tell my uncle and I'll try to get him to hold off a little bit longer before we leave so I can figure out who my father is."

He smiled and I lowkey sighed because I was scared out of my mind. I wanted him to want to know me just as much as I wanted to know him. Colby nodded his head. "Do you know his name?"

I shook my head. "I know his last name but that's it. I think it starts with an N or P or something like that. I know that my uncle has papers in his room that belonged to my mother so that's were we should look."

He nodded his head. "Well let's go."

I smiled. "Let's."

We made it to my home. I was happy to see that my uncle was no were in sight so he must've been gone to work. I watched as Colby took the key out of the ignition and we got out of the car heading inside of the house that my uncle and I lived in. The House was spotless being that most of our things were in boxes, and I turned to Colby to see that he had an angry expression and I frowned.

We walked towards my uncle room and I stubbed my toe and screamed as loud as I could holding my foot in one hand and knocking a box over in another seeing that a jewelry box feel out along with a bunch of paper with words in cursive. "You good?"

I shook my head. "It hurts, like hell, but I'm fine," I spoke putting my foot forward. And he leaned down and grabbed the papers. He started to read them. "Their from your mother," he spoke and I was so confused because my uncle had never told me he had things that belonged to my mother, ever. His face grew even more shocked. "I know who you're father is."

My eyes grew wide and I snatched the paper trying to find the name of my father. I scanned the paper and looked down at the words scanning over some of them before skipping to the next paper. I smiled seeing the only name that could've meant something especially when she started off with "dear" and then in the letter called him my father. "His name is—."

He cut me off. "Juelz Santana. Yeah I know him," his face held a look of frighten and sadness.

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