THE BLOCK

Hennessy & Ciroc Part 2🍾🍻

Lark's Point Of View.

*Hours Later*

(Listen to Mya & Jay Z- Best Of Me)

We're all tipsy now, we finished a bottle of Hennessy and are half way through a bottle of Ciroc, if I come home drunk my mom will kill me, but I haven't had a good time with my people in ages. Plus Brandon and I are actually speaking for the first time in ages.

"So what happened with you and that white boy?" Brandon interrogates, taking a sip from the bottle, it was almost finished, but he was trying to make it last.

"Dylan?" I correct as he nods. "Why do you wanna know?" I ask as he scoots closer so that our thighs are touching. I might be crazy, but I miss us being like this. I know Brandon has been fucking up lately, but my stomach keeps doing backflips and my palms are sweating. How the fuck does he do this to me? "I'm just trying to make small talk" he reassures.

"He was nice, but he wasn't what I was used to" "He wasn't me" he cockily responds, chuckling after, whilst swaying from side to side, he is definitely more drunk than I am. He probably has a lot of shit on his mind that he's trying to forget. "I haven't moved on from you either" he adds. I couldn't tell if that was good news or not. I want him to be happy because deep down I still care, although I shouldn't. We was together for a while, so seeing him with another girl would hurt.

"So your telling me that you haven't been talking to another girl?" I asks as he sighs.

"Alright, you got me, she's cool, but what we had was something different" he mentions as I roll my eyes, the whole reason why we didn't last was because of him, plus he stayed disrespecting me. "Well it's your fault why we broke up" "I know, I regret..." he stops as Lay stumbles over, holding up a red solo cup. "Hey" she slurs before pushing her way in between us. "What are we talking about?" she questions wrapping her arms around both of us.

"Nothing" Brandon answers. "Imma dip, speak to ya'll later" he comments awkwardly, before stepping out without saying anything to anyone else as if he remembered that he had to do something. "What's his problem?" Lay asks as I shrugs "I think he wants to get back together" I mention as she takes her arm from around me. "Eww, don't do it... PLEASE" she begs "I wont, after everything he's done, hell no" I declare as she turns to me and takes my hand.

"I'm serious Lark, you deserve more. Remember all the shit he put you through" she reminds me, chugging the rest of her drink. "I thought you was team Brandon" she shakes her head "Your better off without all that drama" she declares, letting my hand drop before going to get more drink.

After about 30 minutes I decide to go home. Mom and Tyree are in the front room watching TV. Tyree is lying across the sofa with a blanket over his body, while mom sits on the other sofa flicking through a magazine at the same time. "Where have you been?" Mom quizzes without looking up from her magazine. "Just hanging out at the store." "The store?" she repeats, closing the magazine, finally looking up at me. "Uh huh, the skate store, we was just watching TV and listening to music" I state.

"Was Brandon there?" I nod as she huffs "Remember what I told you about him" "Yeah mom" "Dinners in the microwave" she tells me, before I turn away, thanking her and leaving.

Brandon's Point Of View.

(Listen to Santana- Maria Maria)

I enter my house hearing Maria Maria play coming from the living room, I turn into the room to see my dad dancing with my mom, with a half smoked cigarette in hands with the other cupping the small of her back. "There's our baby... come join us" my mom instructs, holding her arm out- trying to reach for me. "No thanks" I respond, before turning away hearing them giggle as I make my way upstairs.

Shit is still awkward with my dad around. I kinda just ignore the fact that he's there. I go into my room, stepping over the pile of clothes in the way and switching on the lamp. I kick of my Timbs before lying back on the bed until I hear my phone go off. I dig deep into my pockets for my phone. It's a Facetime call from Lay. Without even thinking I lick my lips, while sitting up and scooting to the top of the bed.

I answer the phone call to see her on the bus.

"Yo" I answer "Hey, um... are you tryna get back with Lark?" she asks making me snigger. "Why?" "I just don't want her to get hurt that's all" I raise my eyebrows "Or you just worried about not getting piped no more?" I joke making her flip me off with a smile across her lips. "I'm serious Brandon" "Look, I don't know, but what I do know is that I'm horny as fuck, come over" I tell her as she looks around as if she's thinking of a response.

"We both know you want to" "Okay" "But my parents are up, so just call me when your outside" I inform "Okay" she agrees before hanging up.

Authors Note: Guys, thanks for all the love/ comments. Since were all on lockdown and will probably be for a while I'm going to try and write a lot more, but since I haven't really wrote in a long time it's hard to come up with storylines. I even have to re-read some parts to remember what happened, but thanks for sticking with me and make sure you stay safe.