Damien's POV
I was playing my game when my dad came in my room. He looked at me and I paused my game.
"What's up?" I said.
"Nothing, I heard you got a job interview." He said.
"Yeah, foot locker down in time square." I said.
He nodded.
"Alright, you gonna be ready?" He asked.
"Of course. I hope I get it." I said.
"Yeah, aight." He said and left out.
I played my game again but I got a lot of shit on my mind and this game wasn't making it go away. I text DJ to see if he was home so I'm going over there. I went to my parents room and the door was open.
"Ma, can I go to DJ house? He need help with something." I said.
"Uh yeah, be back by nine." She said.
"Okay." I said.
I left the house and walked to DJ's. He lived far but it's a nice walk. I got to his house and dapped up.
"Your moms home?" I asked as I sat in the basement.
"Uh no." He said tossing me a blunt.
"Cool." I said.
I took the blunts out and he cut them open.
"So what's up?" He asked.
"I'm still thinking about that baby." I said.
"I know it's gonna be hard for you. But you'll be good." He said.
"Yeah, I hope." I said.
He got the weed and started rolling.
"You got some sweats I can borrow when I leave?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Cool." I said.
All we did is watch TV, smoke and eat. I knew it wouldn't take my mind off my problems but hey it relaxed me a bit. I took a shower and changed into the sweats DJ gave me. I'm not stupid enough to walk in my house smelling like weed and this walk will fade it a bit. Before I walked in the apartment building I put some clear eyes in my eyes so they wouldn't be so red. I went in the house and went to my room to sleep. My life is such a mess at this moment the only time I feel at peace is when I'm asleep.
*Next Morning*
Beyoncé's POV
I heard the doorbell ring but I didn't want to get up. I hit Shawn but he didn't move an ounce. I groaned as I got up and I knew none of these kids would get it because they seem like they’re in comas. My bell kept ringing and I know exactly who it is. I opened the door.
"I would never come to your door if someone was chasing me." Rachel said.
"And I wouldn't open it." I said. "Where's Kelly?"
Rachel walked in.
"I left her in the car." Rachel said.
I saw Kelly walking all slow to the door.
"Girl! Come on!" I said.
She sped it up a bit and I finally closed the door. She went and flopped on the couch.
"How many hours you get?" I asked.
Kelly yawned.
"Three before I had to pick her up." She said.
