Yours Truly (Urban) Book 5 | The Sideline Series

Chapter 8

***A/N: IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER WHEN DEMARCO SAID SOMETHING ABOUT GIRLS WALKING AROUND WITH HEADS FULL OF WEAVE WAS NOT A DEROGATORY PHRASE ABOUT ANYBODY WEARING WEAVE. SOME OF YOU GUYS DIDN'T UNDERSTAND IT, BUT HE SAID THEY HAVE HEADS FULL OF WEAVE AND A BUNCH OF BABIES BUT THEY'RE WALKING. YOU GUYS KNOW THOSE GIRLS WHO KEEP THEMSELVES UP (NEW HAIR (WHETHER IT BE WEAVE OR NOT) NAILS DONE, NEW CLOTHES AND SHOES) BUT HAVE THEIR PRIORITIES IN THE WRONG PLACE. I.E: LOOKING GOOD BUT WALKING, WEARING EXPENSIVE CLOTHES BUT YOU DON'T HAVE A CAR. THOSE KINDS OF GIRLS. BUT IT WASN'T A STATEMENT AGAINST ANYBODY WHO WEARS WEAVE.

AND I WOULD NEVER SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT. CLEARLY, IF YOU LOOK AT MY PROFILE PICTURE I HAVE WEAVE IN MY HAIR FOR MY SENEGALESE TWISTS. SO I CAN'T BAD TALK SOMETHING I WEAR IN MY OWN HAIR WHEN I HAVE TWISTS OR BRAIDS.

Theodore

I knew Victoria wasn't going to do this, so I knew I had to. A few days after her graduation, I drove to Beverly Hills, where the McDonald's stayed. Victoria said she'd tell them the truth about us but it's been over a month and I'm tired of hiding things from them and just being secretive in general. They deserved to know the truth about what was going on in our relationship. I pushed open the front door and called out:

"Mama? Pops? E.J?"

"Is that you Theodore?" 

I could hear Mama's voice upstairs and her feet walking around too. She walked down the steps, dressed nicely liek she was about to go out.

"Hey Mama," I said as I kissed her cheek. "Where are you going?"

"Charmaine, Dawn and I are going out to dinner tonight. How do I look?" She asked, twirling around in her dress that hugged her curves and stopped at her knees. It resembled one of those knee length dresses Kim Kardashian always wore.

"You look damn good Mama. If you weren't my Mom," I trailed off, laughing but she just waved me off.

"Oh hush boy. Effrin said the same thing," she smiled. "So, what brings you over here? Did Victoria put you out?"

I scratched the back of my head. "Um, something like that, but I won't hold you. I know you're busy but I'll tell you what happened another time. Is Dad here?" I asked.

"Yeah. He's on the deck in the backyard, you know reading his bible. You know he's still trying to go to Heaven."

I laughed. "I know Mama, but have fun tonight."

"I am baby."

"But not too much fun," I reminded her but she just shook her head and walked back upstairs so she could finish getting dressed.

I took a deep breath and walked around the immaculate house so I could get to the backyard. When they moved up here to Beverly Hills, they really outdid themselves with this house. I know they blew some serious money on it, so Pops kept his club open a few extra hours to pick up the slack around here. I understand them wanting to live a life of luxury in this huge mansion, but it's only three of them living here (Effrin's Mom and Lester are int he pool house) and E.J's about to leave for college soon. Mama and Pops are gonna be left with a huge ass house, but I guess it's what they want.

I stepped out into the backyard to find Pops sitting on the porch, just like how Mama said he'd be doing. He was reclined in one of his porch chair, soaking up the sun and reading his Bible like he always did. I guess he was just trying to get right with The Lord. And I'd be too if I was him. I've heard some stuff about him, like all the people he killed and I'd be trying my hardest to get right with The Lord if I was him too.

"What's up? What's up?" I asked in my Martin Lawrence voice.

Pops chuckled as he gave me some dap. "Always gotta be a character, huh," he asked, sitting up in his seat.