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Back Roads: Part 2- Bestie Tings

Makyah

Cedes: where TF dese lame bitches at?

Mani: Ight, there u go talkin' shit and it ain't even lunch time yet.

Cedes: Only lame hoes bring up time when some shit goin down 😂😂

Mani: Gurl bye. You mad childish, where Makyah at doe? 👀👀👀👀

All I could do was read their messages and laugh at their dumbasses as they popped up on my screen since I was busy taking notes during my internship. The rest of the day went by pretty slow, I was currently studying to be a Social Worker so my internship revolved around shadowing a lot of caseworkers. When it was time for me to dip and head to my job, I quickly signed out before whipping over to work.

Me: If yall don't stop blowin up my phone with yall nonsense. 😂😂😑

Mani: Shit finally, wtf u been all day?

Cedes: Facts, wtf you been?

Me: Internship. Just got to work tho. Any a yall workin at SS tonight?"

Mani: Oh gurl, nah. I just left..😅

Cedes: Dat's what I was trynna hit yall up for... I got the job with the firm 🙌🙌💁

Mercedes used to intern at this one law firm in the city cause she wanted to be a lawyer, so Mani and I were both proud of her when they gave her the job. She earned it.

When I'd gotten off work that night, which was pretty late Malik wasn't back at the house. Which was weird cause he was usually off work around eight sometimes ten at the latest so I texted him, but he didn't answer. I took a shower before I went to the kitchen to make some dinner. While I was making Malik's plate, the doorbell rang. I scrunched my face, I wasn't expecting anyone and plus Malik had his own key.

Looking through the peephole, I rolled my eyes, opening the door. "Wassup, Kyah?" He asked before strolling into the house, no fucks given. "Oh, it's like dat now?"

I ignored him, walking into the kitchen so that I could start eating. "Damn, something smells good. Where mama Brown at?" I looked up at him before shaking my head, "Zai I don't know where you been for the last three years, but if you would've been around. You would know that she died last year and before that her and pops split up, so anything else you wanna know?"

The minute the words left my mouth, his face fell and I felt regretful. I shouldn't have broken the news to him like that, especially since my mom was basically his mother too while we'd been best friends, but it just pissed me off that he left us, my mom and I, both worried after he'd disappeared.

He looked stuck and deeply hurt. Sighing heavily while I silently reprimanded myself, I got up and went over to him, guiding him to a stool. When he eventually got over the shock, his voice came out in a raspy whisper, "Why?-" he cleared his throat, "How?"

I looked away from him as the memories of those weeks flooded my memories. 

She'd caught one of those really bad colds again, but this one was different, it took so much from her. One instant she was up, full of life and energy despite her age and the next she was barely able to walk and even talking seemed to take energy from her. Soon it turned into chills and fevers. It was all getting worrisome to me, but whenever I would suggest she go to the hospital, she would brush me off, "Babygirl, don't you worry bout me. Okay? I'm gone bounce back in a few days, you just wait on it?"

At first, I believed it. I thought because of everything that was going on with her and pops she was just stressed. As days went by they argued more, about what? I never knew, but the tension in the house was growing thick and even when I proposed to move out so they could have privacy. They'd both refused, telling me that I was saving a whole lot more money by living with them and having me around to help pay bills and help with the house was something they needed very much.

So I stayed but then one night, I'd gotten off work and pops wasn't around. She'd told me that she'd kicked him out because they were going through a rough patch and days after, she died. I was so damn hurt and sad.

That was when I needed him most but instead, he chose not to answer my phone calls or texts. I needed my best friend, but he wasn't around. I looked at him, "It was my fault. I knew she was getting sick and instead of taking her to the hospital, I let her convince me that she was okay. Her heart couldn't take it anymore so it gave out on her."

He got off the stool and hugged me. I felt at home and safe with his arms around me, "It wasn't ya fault, Ky. Knowing mama Brown, she was just being her stubborn self. She in a better place now..."

We stood there for a while, him hugging me. I breathed his smell in through my nose and old memories of us as youngins filled my thoughts. I hugged him closer, riding the wave of nostalgia that swept over me. 

I pulled away, after a few moments, and punched him in the arm. "Oww, shit! The fuck, Kyah?" he asked holding on to his arm, "I missed you." I went back to my seat, finishing my food.

"I see ya stupid ass still don't know how to use ya words instead of putting hands on people," he grinned. I stuck my tongue out at him. For the rest of the night, we just talked and chilled. We ended up falling asleep in the living room together since we were up watching old movies while we ate everything in the house up.

Damn, did I miss my best friend.

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