♕La'Mya 'Princess' Jones♕
"I don't want no parties, no niggas, Bubba, no females, none of that at my house while we gone you understand me?" My dad ask. All I heard was blah, blah, blah! I be like blah blah blah! "Yeah daddy." I say not remembering shit he just said. "Alright. Make sure Elijah and Desiree in bed by 9." I nod and watch my parents walk out. They're going to France with my Uncle's Pully and Pills. And my aunts too of course.
When they left, Junior smiled. "So when we having the party?" He ask. "No one is having a party. Dad specifically said no parties." Bubba says looking at us. "Yeah he's right Jr." I say crossing my arms. "Okay well Hakeem coming over. I'll be upstairs." I tell them. "You better leave that door open when he get here too." Bubba and Jr say at the same time. I laugh and nod. My LITTLE brothers love telling me what to do.
♛Quinn Jones Sir.♛
I had to take Medie somewhere. She been acting funny. Telling me we need a divorce. Like hell no, I don't like divorces, once we married, we married, ain't no going back. I think she believe Im cheating, Im not. I love my family, I ain't gone fuck up what I got. She don't even wear her wedding ring anymore. I don't take my band off, ever.
I sat on the plane across from her. She was looking out the window. "Medie." She looks at me, "What Quinn?" I sigh, "Come here." She stood and sat next to me. "Why you mad at me?" I ask. "Quinn please be honest, have you cheated on me in the past month?" I shake my head, "No. Please believe me man. I haven't. I haven't done anything!" She nods, "Fine." Her eyes wandered the floor, before I put a finger under her chin, causing her to look at me. "I love you." I smile, causing a smile to come across her face. "I love you too."
⇨Quinn 'Monster' Jones⇦
I sat on the couch with this girl from school. Her name Kayla, she a nerd, but Im finna make her mines. "Quinn next question, Name the STD that can be cured by an antibiotic?" I sigh, I fucking hate Health Class. "Clamydia." I smile confidently, I should know from my dads exprerience. Nasty ass. "Good job." She smiles at me, "Do that get me a kiss?" I ask hopeful. She kisses my cheek and looks down at her book. I felt my cheeks get red so I looked away. "Come on Quinn! Pay attention!" I nod and look down at the book.
When we finished, I asked Kayla to stay the night. "Um, my aunt might not want me to do that." She says shyly. "At least try. She can talk to my sister. She sound older." Kayla pulls out a flip phone, Lord help her. "Girl..." I start, "Hey, money doesn't run in our family." She says laughing a little and putting the phone to her ear.
Her aunt spoke with Mya and told her it was okay for her to stay. "Yay." I smile at Kayla. "Come on. I'll get something for you to sleep in." She nods. We walked into Mya's closet. I got Kayla some of Mya's old volleyball shorts and a tshirt. "Boy!" Mya yells. I laugh and hurry out her room.
A few hours of Kayla being here, we started to talk about her life at home and damn I feel bad. "You hear that?" Kayla ask. I hear music blasting from Bubba's room. "That's just my crazy ass brother." I tell her. "Monster." I look up and see Elijah. He was rubbing his eyes with his stuffed Minion in his hand. "Yeah?" I stand up. "I can't sleep." He mumbles. "Come on." I pick him up, taking him to Bubba's room. I bust open the door. "Bro turn that shit down. You waking them up!" I snap. "Okay damn don't be bussin' up in my room like dat duh fuck!? Get out Quinn!" Bubba pushes me and shuts the door. He need some dick in life.
I got Elijah back to sleep then went back to my room where Kayla was on the floor playing on my phone. "We should go to the mall tomorrow. It is Saturday." I tell her. "I guess." She shrugs. "Kayla come up here. I wanna talk to you about something."
She climbs on the bed, "What you say about dating me?" I ask. She looks st me, "I don't know." I pull her chin between my thumb and finger, kissing her lips. They were soft, and tasted like her Pina Colada lip gloss. "I'll like that." She says before kissing me again, when she let me go, I smiled.
The next morning, Bubba, Hakeem, Mya, and Naijim were downstairs dancing and laughing, listening to Freak No More by Migos. That is Mya's song, she stay singing that shit. "Yall ready?" I ask getting everyones attention. "Yeah."
Kayla got in the front of my dad's truck with me. She held my hand, I just smiled at her. "Quinn why you driving so slow bro?" Hakeem ask. "Im not tryna die." I laugh. When we pulled up to Lennox mall, Kayla got excited. When we got inside, I took Kayla to Tmobile. "Why we in here?" She ask. "Cause, a phone is needed in your life." I say laughing, "Quinn you don't have to spend money on me." Kayla says tryna walk out the store. "Girl if you don't choose a phone." I laugh. She got a Galaxy. She got a few cases and we left. "Thanks Quinn. But I don't want you buying me a whole bunch of stuff. You don't have to spend money on me." I look down at her, "If I want to I will." I tell her. "Fine."
We walked through stores and I got Kayla a whole outfit and a necklace. When we got home, everybody changed into lazy clothes and laid around the movie room watching tv. I was laying between Kayla's legs, and she was running her fingers through my hair. I heard the doorbell ring. "BUBBA!" I call. "Ugh lazy." Bubba grumbles.
♔Christopher 'Bubba' Jones♔
I walked and answered the door. It was our chinese food. I paid and it was at least five bags of food. "Finally!" Mya says coming from the basement with Hakeem. "Yall not aloud in the basement alone because it's soundproof. You know I got low trust." I say looking at Mya. "My bad Bubba." Hakeem says. Who he calling Bubba? "You not aloud to call me that. It's Chris to you." I say smartly. "Bubba that's enough." Mya glares at me. "Fuck dat nigga." I roll my eyes and go to the nook of the kitchen with Naijim. "You didn't have to check him like that boo." I roll my eyes. "Fuck dat nigga." I repeat. "Chill out." Naijim growls. I relax and look down to see my mom calling. "Hey mom!" I smile.
After I got off the phone with her, I went to my room with Naijim. He was on my computer typing away, this nigga always on Facebook. "Who you inboxing?" I ask laying on my bed. "Some bitch came at me calling me gay and shit. Like bitch so what? Are you gonna beat my ass about it?" He ask getting mad. I laugh a bit and go behind him. Rubbing his shoulders. "Christopher, can I ask you something?" Naijim ask. "What is it?" I ask looking at his news feed. "Do you like me?"
