[ 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟿𝚝𝚑 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟹. ]
" Happy Birthday!" I screamed as Donald walked out of his room.
He immediately punched me, causing me to stumble back and hold my jaw.
" oww." I pushed him. " What the fuck?!"
" Oh shit, my bad. You good?!" His eyes widened. "You ran up on a nigga it was a reflex."
" It's okay." I lied still feeling the sting on my face.
I rubbed my face before speaking again," I made you breakfast."" Word?" He smiled.
" Yeah. Let me get your plate it's downstairs ." I turned around.
" no I got it."
" You sure. It's right downstairs-"
" I got it. Thank you."
He jogged downstairs to the kitchen.I walked to my room and sat on my bed, thinking about how nice De has been with me. I don't know why he suddenly changed the way he acts towards me but I like the new De. Maybe he's warming up to me.
De walked in my room holding his plate of food I made him, " Who taught you how to cook like this?"
" My mom."
" This shit the bomb." He continued eating. " She needs to teach me." He laughed with a mouth full of food, making me scrunch my face in disgust.
" I wish." I sighed. " She's uh.......she's no longer alive."
" I'm sorry..... I just didn't know. Renzo doesn't ever mention her."
" It's okay," I looked down, not wanting to say anything else. I knew if i talked more about her I would cry.
"You busy today?" De asked changing the subject.
" No, why?"
" I was wondering if you wanted to bring your kid over here. You know.....our kids could have a play date or something."
" That sounds nice De but I already told you nobody knows about my child except my mom and one of her good friends and it needs to stay that way. Larenzo doesn't even know"
Flashback
" De what are you doing down here?! You got ice cream everywhere."
" I-I'm sorry" he stumbled picking up the bowls. " You're a mom huh?"
" please don't tell anybody"I pleaded " I will do anything you want." I cried.
" But-"
" Anything de, just stop talking about it."
" I- u-uhh. Shit, you got stuttering. I won't tell anyone and I don't need any favors. I shouldn't have came into your room unannounced." He walked back out.
" Other than that...... would you want to do anything else?"
" I'm about to go over my ma's house. You coming with me?"
" Yeah why not?" I got up from my bed.
" We having a little barbeque then later on tonight everybody going to the club."
" Have fun."
" Why you say that? I thought you wanted to hang out today."
" I'll go to the barbeque but I can't go to the club. You know I'm 17 De."
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𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒 || D. Swing
Fantasyan·tith·e·sis /anˈtiTHəsəs/ noun a person or thing that is the direct opposite of someone or something else.