(AUTHOR'S NOTE: VICTORIA'S OUTFIT IN MM)
My birthday party was a huge success, and it was really fun for me. I was now a week into being 18, and I was moving into my new house. It was another birthday gift from my daddy, said he was ready for me to get out his house.
I was absolutely in love with it. It was a couple blocks away from him. Yes, I mean Carter. He showed me his house a couple days ago. Today I was moving; Parker, Julius, and Carter were helping me move out of my daddy's house today. For some reason Parker kept trying to get me to invite Jesse, but Carter kept telling me no. So I didn't because I didn't want to hear his mouth. He called me the night after I kicked him out of my birthday party, and told me that I'm a bitch for doing that to him. I had to hang up on his ass.
I walked upstairs into my room, which was completely unpacked. I heard the door open and all three of them losers walked into my room. Carter walked over to me and kissed my forehead. "Wassup, Ma." He said, and sat down on the bed. Parker was on her phone obviously talking to one of her many sugar daddies, and Julius was eating starburst.
"Did y'all come to work or just mooch off of me? No offense Juju." I said, laughing. He threw a candy wrapper at me.
"None taken. You should be talking to Park. She the one that didn't come to do any work. She lazy as hell." he said, laughing. She rolled her eyes at all of us, because we were laughing at her. I wiped a little tear from my eye and threw some boxes at them.
"How y'all gone talk about me like I ain't in the room?" She said, picking up a box marked fragile. She held it up. "What's fragile in this room?" I pointed to my vases, and the mirrors on my wall.
"Everything that's glass, crazy ass." I pointed to Carter. "You can get all my bathroom items, and make sure that you get everything cause I don't like to backtrack." I demanded. He pulled me down on his lap and hugged me tight. "Let me go, Carter." I said, giggling as I squirmed on his lap. "C'mon, Carter. Get off of me." I said. He let me go and I mushed him in his head. He grabbed my arm.
"Don't touch my face, Vic. I ain't playing. Keep yo hands to your self." Before I could respond, we heard glass breaking. I turned around and saw all the glass in my carpet. I looked at Parker, who's face was red. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Park?" Carter asked her softly. She just walked out of the room slowly. We all just looked at each other, and I moved to go get the broom and dustpan from downstairs. Parker was sitting on the steps, her face beet red, on her phone. I sat down next to her, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
"Are you alright, Park?" I asked her rubbing her shoulders. She nodded her head and started to sob quietly. "What's wrong Parker?" I tried to comfort her shaking body. Julius walked out of the room, and rubbed her back. That's one thing I liked about my friends. If one was hurting we were all hurting.
"I'm alright, I just felt bad about breaking your mirror. That's all; I'm just gonna go downstairs and get something to drink." She replied, getting up and walking down the rest of the stairs. I sent Julius back in the room to pack, and went downstairs to the kitchen, where the broom and dustpan were.
"I know that something's wrong with you." I said, as I picked up the supplies. She looked at me with an icy stare and downed her glass of water. What was that all about?
"I said there's nothing wrong with me. Can we just leave it at that?" She asked, then walked out of the kitchen, and back up the stairs. She had never been so cold to me before, and it was really annoying. But I just let it go and walked back up to my room to clean up the mess. When I got up there, everybody was working and laughing with each other. Bipolar ass niggas.
