CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER TWENTYFIVE] Meeting The Harrison's

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
   JANUARY 19th,1990

"Come and help me set up this table A'mya." My mom yells from the kitchen. I was currently in the living room watching 'In living Color' and I was dressed the part for tonight.

I mean.. today was the day when Malik was going to come over and I wasn't even going to lie, I am nervous. I don't know what is gonna happen, Malik and my father are both unpredictable.

Speaking of my father, we haven't talked all day. He walked passed me this morning and I walked passed him. I don't know what his issue is.. I thought he slept it off but obviously not.

"Im sorry your dad is acting like this. He just really can't accept that you're growing up." My mom says to me as I grabbed the plate Ahmad was handing over to me. He was currently drying off the plates my mother washed.

Putting the plate on the table, "Don't apologize on his behalf, I understand."

"I don't know how you and dad have been married for almost 17 years. If I were a female, I would've never stepped foot near him." Ahmad chimes in as he passes me another plate to put on the table.

Sighing, "Your dad isn't all that bad. I've been with him since I was 17. He just honestly wants the best for all of us. I know his emotions can sometimes over power him but he means no harm." She says and shrug my shoulders.

"I guess." Ahmad says, passing me the last of the bigger plates and heading over to wipe the smaller bowls.

"Is he joining the dinner?" I ask as my mom takes out the pasta oven.

"He has no choice." She replies, handing the pasta over to me.

Putting the pasta on the table, "Let's hope he doesn't do the most tonight. For the sake of me."

"I honestly wanna see him kinda wild out though, for the sake of entertainment." Ahmad counters and I threw the piece paper towel that I was wiping the forks with at him.

"You need to find a girlfriend." I say as I watch the piece of paper towel hit his face.

Removing the piece of paper towel from his face, "I kinda do. Well she don't know that yet but she's gonna be my bitch."

"Um excuse me?" My mother asks and I lowly chuckle.

"My bad.. forgot you were standing here." He mumbles as she glares at him with intensity.