Pablo
I dapped Chance up before unlocking the car door and getting out. The smell of rain was becoming stronger and stronger as the clouds became even thicker and darker. Walking up to the front porch, I caught sight of Mariah and surprisingly, my older sister Ashleigh, sitting on the stairs, flipping through various magazines, giggling and chopping it up. My lips curved into a small, but noticeable smile when Ashleigh looked up to me. “Big Sis?”
She nodded excitedly in confirmation, a big smile playing on her lips as she jumped up and sprang into my open arms. She hugged me tightly, but I hugged her even tighter. It’s been three months since I’ve seen Ashleigh and having her right here was the best feeling. Pulling back, I kept my hands on her forearm and took a good look at her, seeing how different she looked.
“Damn, you went and changed up on ya little brother.” I joked, taking in the few differences. The main difference was her hair. The long, brown hair I was so used to was now gone and replaced with a short, black bob, similar to Nia Long’s. “You still ugly though.”
She had on bright, red lipstick, which honestly shocked me because Ashleigh would always turn her nose up at any kind of makeup, always preaching to the gods that she hated it and would never catch herself wearing any of it. I guess she grew into it, especially with the sudden interest of a new career she was furthering herself into.
She chuckled and shook her head. “Nah, I didn’t change too much. Just cut the hair and decided that it was okay to wear only a little bit of makeup.” She said, putting her emphasis on little.
Most people would say it was whack or lame to have ya’ big sister as a best friend, but shit, I didn’t care the least bit. If not anybody, it was Ashleigh who knew me down to the core. She could read me like a book and could tell if something was bothering me or when I had a lot of my mind.
One thing that people didnt’ know about Ashleigh was that she gave the best advice. You could sit and talk with her for hours and I swear you would think she was a therapist of some sort. I could come to her about anything and that was the thing I loved most about her. I was more than ecstatic that she was back because I had a shitload of stuff that I had to get off my conscience and she was the only person I could come to with it.
“I’m glad you decided to come and visit, I swear I have a bunch of shit to tell you.” I groaned, sliding my hands down the center of my face, letting out a frustrated sigh. There was one thing particular that was bothering me the most and if I didn’t talk to her about it sooner than later, it was going to tear me up inside.
“Alright, but before we get into all of that, was that Chance that dropped you off?” She asked, closing the door behind Mariah.
I gave this suspicious look before nodding and taking a seat down on the couch beside me. “Yeah, why?”
“You still hanging with him? You know Chance isn’t worth shit and you aren’t going to be satisfied until you get up with that drug trafficking mess he’s still running. You’re twenty years old and getting too damn old to be running behind a bum ass nigga like him.”
I sucked my teeth and gave her the do you really want to do this right now? look. “Why can’t we get through one of your visits without having a petty argument Ashleigh? Before this goes any further, let's just stop with the conversation while we’re ahead of it.”
She held her hands up. “Fine, we won’t get into today, but best believe we’re gonna talk about it before I leave next week. You need to learn how to make better decisions or you’re gonna end up like half of these boys, selling to make a living.”
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The Urban Daily
General Fiction[The Industry Series x 1] Chasity Daniels was the girl who never stopped following her dreams. As a little girl, she has always had a passion for reading and writing, wanting to publish her own magazine. At the age of 19, she accomplished that dream...
