TRISTAN
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"Your grandma doesn't care if you have boys over right? I don't need her coming in snapping on me." I chuckled as I leaned back against the black leather couch.
"You'll be gone before she gets back." Lauren answered simply.
"Where did she go? You have her car and the house to yourself. Is she on vacation?"
"You ask a lot of questions." She observed before plopping down beside me, a can of Dr. Pepper glued to her hand.
It was a Friday evening and with it being the middle of November, basketball season had officially started which meant I got a break and didn't have to spend my Friday evenings scoring winning touchdowns.
I pulled a small bag from my pocket and dumped the contents onto a DVD case. I didn't need to ask her if she smoked. I knew she did. We had made our chill days pretty regular over the past couple of months. We clicked so well, you would think we knew each other our whole lives.
There were many different faces to Lon. The one you saw in school, the one you saw in the streets and the one you saw behind these walls. It was weird that I was trying to meet all of them. There was something mysterious about her. Mysterious but intriguing enough to keep me around.
"So now that football season is over I'll see you more on Friday's?"
"You want to spend your days off with me?" I wondered, taking a pull from the freshly rolled joint.
"Well, I mean some." She giggled before taking her own pull, trying her best to keep the gas from choking her, but failing.
I just looked at her before smirking and taking the 'J' from her. We puffed and passed in silence before a calm high washed over us. "Wassup with you? You good?" I wondered. She was so mysterious, but it was like she let it go during these times.
"I'm okay." She lied. As usual. And I shrugged dropping it as usual. The loud knock on the door almost made me piss on myself as both our eyes shifted to the time on the cable box.
It was still pretty early. Not even 8 yet, but early or late didn't matter when you were somewhere you weren't supposed to be. So I was shook.
"Shh," she told me as she hopped up and ran toward the door to her apartment. Looking out the peep hole, her face dropped and she took a few seconds to breathe before swinging the door opened just enough for me to not be seen.
The scowl the older white guy had fell when Londyn greeted him with a smile.
"Hi sweetie. Is your grandma home?"
"Yes Mr. Leroy. She's sleeping. Her medicine just kicked in." She giggled while I furrowed my brows.
"Okay. Will you tell her that the rent is due this week? This is as late as I can go." He told her, his voice sounding like he wish he could've told her grandmother instead of her almost sixteen year old grand daughter.
"Yes, I'll tell her. She actually told me to bring it down Monday so I'll come right before school." She promised.
But the stress and panic on her face once she shut the door said differently.
"So is she here or on vacation?" I had to ask. I hated to be lied to. Especially for reasons people never had to lie to me about.
