PUISSANCE • 𝔄 𝔏𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔬 𝔅𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 • (discontinued)

Disruption

June 15th

It was about 7:00pm on a Friday night and here I was, laying in bed crying to the movie "The Lion King" , as it played on the flat screen TV above my dresser across the room. Normal 17 year olds would be out living their best teenage life but I was bundled up under a thick comforter watching children's movies... I sniffled and grabbed another tissue from the small box that sat next to me intently watching the scene where Scar let Mufasa fall off the cliff. Yeah yeah, call me childish if you want to but this scene will ALWAYS make me cry. I threw the now limp damp tissue at the floor with the other party of used tissues, waiting to be put in the trash where they belonged.

My hand went for the bag of popcorn sitting in my lap but before I could stuff my face and suppress my sorrows my phone loudly rang. I rolled my eyes and lazily shot my hand up to where my phone was sitting on the small bedside table besides my bed. It was a FaceTime call from "Jessica😋". I swung my legs off the side of my bed slipping the cover off of my lap to go to the mirror. Quickly I examined my face, making sure it didn't look like I was balling my eyes out like a little bitch, as I was. I used the back of my hand to wipe off the mascara smeared under my eyes and used my other to answer the still ringing call.

"Heyyyyyy Bestttttt!", Jessica sang into the phone. I walked over to my dresser and stood it up so she could see my full body.

"Jessss what do you wanttttt I texted in the group chat earlier and told Y'all not to call!" I groaned.

"I'm watchin' Lion King!" I motioned my arm to point behind me to the TV which was still playing the movie.

"Girl that's besides the matter, why are you dressed like my momma in the mornings?" she started to laugh on the other side of the phone. I put both of my hands on my hips and studied my outfit. I was wearing black and red checkered pajama pants which were a few sizes too big along with a white tanktop, a robe, and my bonnet. I definitely looked very auntie status right now. Pretty fitting for the current situation with my older brother at the moment. I glared back at Jess on FT and tried my best to keep in my laugh but when she laughs I laugh, it's contagious.

"Jess literally leave me alone this was supposed to be my movie night alone ya know, since my momma is out on her date with Michael." I let out calming down my laugh.

"Mmm Mr. Michael's fine ass. Speaking of fine, where's your fine ass brother at?" I fake gagged at the fact that she not only called my mom's boyfriend fine, but my bigheaded bum of a brother also.

"Please never call EITHER of them fine again. My brother went out with his GIRLFRIEND whom is also PREGNANT at the moment Jessica Owens." I said putting hard emphasis on the words pregnant and girlfriend.

"Damn he still ain't leave her yet?" she jokingly asked playing with the loose black curls tied at the top of her head, a smirk sitting on her brown skinned face. To be honest, she might be serious knowing her ass. "Anywayssss I called you because Don and them are throwing a party and we're all going so you are too." she grinned.

"Who's 'we're'  and what time does it start anyways?"

"Me and Kamora duhh, your only bestfriends. It starts at 9 and it's currently 8:20 so you gotta move ya ass sis. I just know there's gonna be some fine pieces of meat in there, you know Don and his friends look good Xia."

"I really don't know though....y'all the only ones that really know them like that, I only know them by their names not their faces. You be forgetting I only moved to Cali 4 months ago sis...I didn't remember where my classes were half the time." My memory really never was the best so I was only half exaggerating. "But anyways I'm assuming you guys are gonna swing by here to come and get me cuz the only two cars we own aren't here. I'll hit the chat up or call when I'm ready." I reached to hang up the phone before Jess could continue the conversation any further. She was a talker and had a talent for making 10 minutes feel like an hour. One time our Calculus class convinced her to keep asking Mr. Polasi questions so we could go the whole class without doing any work. You could guess how it went.