B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 1- Y.o.U

Zaiver:

"Wassup, Stank?" I asked, pushing past her into the house that she inhabited with both her parents.

"You always come up in here like you live here or something," She whined. She'd been a skinny little thing, with her hair up in two puffs and bangs that fell over her forehead.

I ignored her. My legs had a mind of their own, as they dragged me in the direction of the kitchen, my nose twitched delightfully at the aroma of spices and fried food in the air.

Thank the Lord for Mrs. Brown. As per usual, Makyah's mom was in the cuisine cooking it up, "Good afternoon, Mama B," I greeted, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

She smiled, turning her body to greet me, a wooden spoon in her right hand, "Hey, swee-"

Damn, she scoped me. I mentally scoffed.

She stopped in the middle of her sentence when she'd realized I'd been trying to sneak some meat out of the pot.

Smack!

I pulled my hand back quickly. She'd struck me with the end of the wooden spoon that she was previously stirring the pot with. "Chile, did you wash your hands when you got in?" I looked down at my feet before I muttered "No," under my breath.

A snicker sounded from outside the kitchen.

Rolling my eyes, I glared to my left at Makyah, who was hiding behind the wall that separated the kitchen from the hallway.

"Food's almost done, go on. Wash them hands and help Makyah set the table up, so I can fix yalls plates," she told us, as she dried her hands on a kitchen towel.

"And Makyah stop laughing. You acting like I didn't just catch you sneaking some meat out the pot."

Makyah's smirk slid off her face, making the corners of my lips twitch a little. She tapped the pot with the wooden spoon a couple times before she set it down on a plate and covered the pot.

Kyah then, entered the kitchen, gathering the silverware for the table while I washed my hands in the sink and grabbed drinks.

This was always how things had been since I could remember.

Makyah and I had grown close since the seventh grade, and just months ago, we'd both started our sophomore year.

Originally, I'd moved here to live with my uncle, but he was never around, so Mrs. Brown basically raised me. I was grateful for her, she fed me, and gave me a family; even though her husband clearly disapproved about letting "a ghetto stray" into his home and around his 'ladies'.

I still lived with my uncle, whose house was down the street, but I only ever went there to lay my head at night and shower.

After the table was set to go, we all took our seats at the table before mama Brown blessed our food and we ate.

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"Ight, I'm heading back to Unc's." It was starting to get dark out and I had to be up early in the morning. I got up from my sitting position at the foot of her bed, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"Okay, I get off at four tomorrow. Are you coming over after?" Makyah asked. She'd been scrolling through Instagram.

I grabbed my phone off her charger, "Nah, I gotta be at practice in the morning and I don't get off work till like ten, but I'll prolly be over after."

We'd both gotten jobs the minute we came of age. Makyah was a hard worker, she made sure to keep me on my game which was another reason why we were so close. She had two jobs while I played basketball for our school and worked a job.

Before walking out of her room, I reminded her about my game this coming Friday. She gave me a look, "Boy, have I ever missed a game?" she asked, with an attitude.

"You right, but I'm just tryna make sho it don't slip out them big ol' ears a you-"

"See-" she intervened, " just cause you wanna be funny. I'm not gone go to ya game. Then that winning streak you got goin on. Gone go to shit, nigga."

My smirk slid off my face, "Nahh see that's fucked up, Kyah." I let my bag fall to the ground before attacking her sides, tickling her. She knew why it was so important to me that she came to my games and that was because I'd never lost a game knowing she was in the crowd cheering for me.

It seemed whenever she was around, good things happened, like how my life changed for the better when I moved here and met her. Man, I never would've thought my life would be the way it was right now. "Oookayyyy, stopp. Zai!" she shrieked.

"Promise you gone come to my game, Kyah!" I yelled as my assault continued.

Suddenly, we both froze, "Yall go on and keep it down. Yall know how Makyah's father is about you being around, Zaiver," came mama Brown's gentle voice.

"Yes, ma'am," we both sang.

As soon as she left, I attacked her again. Kyah knew better than to scream this time, but I could tell she was having a hard time trying not to. Even then, I wouldn't give up until I heard what I wanted to hear. Moments later, she gave in, "Okayy," she wheezed, "I promise!"

I kept going anyway, "You promise what?"

"I promise, I'll come to ya game on Friday," she uttered in one quick breath.

"That's what I thought," I smirked, grabbing my bag and leaving her room.

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A/N: I know it's a lot- with the Tory Lanez stories and I hope I don't confuse anybody. I will update another chapter tomorrow after I tweak it a little bit. Excuse any mistakes, I will fix them whenever I'm free.

-Elza😘