NELLE.

CH 6.

I smiled at her before walking in, "Thanks Girl, ol' dude was sho' trynna' keep me outside the Golden Gates." I chuckled, she shook her head in annoyance, "Girl, trust me, I heard. Muh' fuckas' asking who is it, like we finna' be in this Bitch sayin' hello from the other side." She mugged.

I laughed hard when she said that, closing and locking the door behind me, I began walking with her towards the back where Blacks' office was. Usually, I would've gone in Pharaohs', but I was with Paris and he wasn't the type to like anyone in his office if he wasn't in there; besides muah'.

Walking into his office she turned on the light and kept the door open, I walked over towards Blacks' desk to see if he had anything essential written down about today's events, when suddenly there was a painful shriek coming from Paris. I quickly looked up; eyes wide while doing so, "What's wrong?" I asked concerned.

"I know that's not my Best Friend, lookin' like a whole Krispy Crème Doughnut!" She shouted while looking me up and down with a massive grin on her face.

I shook my head and calmed down, "Chile' you cannot do that." I replied, "Had me thinkin' somethin' was wrong with you," I rolled my eyes.

Paris Johnson: the name alone gave me Boujee Bitch Vibes when I'd first heard it; it wasn't until I'd actually met her that I realized she was cool peeps. Paris worked alongside Black; Bonnie & Clyde Vibes if you will. They weren't a thing, although that's what most people thought when they were seen together, so they kept the people wondering: "Whatever they thought about us in their free time isn't our problem." She'd say.

I met Paris through Pharaoh awhile back when I'd first been taken from my parents. I was naïve, I knew nothing about the World my Father had gotten himself into, besides the movies I'd watch on BET.

She'd look after me when Pharaoh went away for certain occasions. I hated the idea of having a babysitter at the time, yes, I was young but I think I was pretty aware of the simple rules consisting of locking the doors and not talking to strangers. Plus, I'd thought it was pointless, Paris was only two years older than me so whenever she'd come to watch me I'd find it awkward and confusing, nevertheless, over time she's become someone I've appreciated to call a Friend; Best Friend at that. I loved her like a sister and that would never change.

Apart from me loving her as if she were my sister, some had thought she truly was my blood. We looked somewhat similar, although nowhere near close. Her skin was too a mahogany brown, she had Dark Chocolate childlike eyes, thick eyebrows, and slightly high cheekbones; her nose was thin and minor, and her lips were thin, yet full. Her thick, black, coarse, hair, usually stood picked out into a 'fro, yet stopped mid-back when flattened.

Her body on the other hand, amused me, she stood an inch taller than me, weighed about 130 pounds, and actually obtained the shape of a Coca-Cola bottle. Her breast weren't average, as well as they weren't glamorous either, my guess was that she wore a 34C and that she too had stretch marks.

Taking in her appearance, I smiled at her choice of clothing. She wore a burgundy colored half-cut sweatshirt, a pair of black high waisted destroyed jeans, some burgundy Altra Run Huaraches, and her hair was pulled back into two separate poofy pigtails.

She too was not a fan of accessories, as she wore a pair of black Diamond studded earrings and a black Backpack Purse.

"Okay, miss thang I see you," I smirked while looking her outfit over. Her eyes got wide as she placed her hand over her chest and batted her eyelashes. "Who me?" She simply spun around as if she were in Cinderella's dress, "Girl, this ain't nothin' but a fling." She waved her hand as if the outfit she was wearing was nothing compared to was she's worn before,— Which in her case she was right— I shook my head and laughed at her, considering me and her both knew she's worn over the top clothing for however long I can remember.

"So," She started, "I heard you gon' be wit' Pharaoh and his peoples when they go talk to Banks."

Hearing it again sent shivers down my spine, I was anxious; I nodded, sitting on top of Blacks' desk as she was leaning against the wall, "Yeah, you gon' be there?" I asked, she nodded while bending down to wipe something off her shoe. "I have to be," She rose back up. "I just found out like twenty minutes ago, Pharaoh had Black call certain people down here today for the meet, the rest of 'em is just here to chop and pack." I furrowed my eyebrows together after hearing that.

"Who else gon' be there?" I asked,

She paused before answering, "I know for a fact it's me and you­—," "You and I," I corrected her.

"Same shit." She huffed, I chuckled.

"Me and you," She paused to glance at me before continuing, "Pharaoh, Black, Trés and Natalia." She thought about it for a few seconds before nodding her head, "Yeah, that's it." She finished.

I nodded along with her then paused, "Natalia. 'Siahs' Sister, Natalia?" I asked.

Paris laughed, "The one who has a lil' crush on Black, Natalia? Yes." She laughed again,

I shook my head, Natalia was known for being a certified homewrecker: or at least she tried to be, and from what I've heard she's been trying to come in between Paris and Black for months, what she didn't know was Black don't crack literally. He was dam near in love with Paris, one thing he wasn't gon' do is let some Two-dollar Hoochie Mama think she gotta' chance with someone like him.