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Vol. 11

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Jahseh left early that day, walking back home on his own. Cleo was gone with King and Aiden by the time he got there. He wondered if she had called him, text, left a voice mail. Yet she didn't do any of those things. It irritated him when she did things like that, but it really didn't last long. Jahseh remembered he left Michael by himself not even an hour ago. No room left to judge anybody for the absents.

It'd been nothing far from what Michael expected anyway. When they were both so supposedly "hard at work", Jahseh was never to be seen. Something he recently noticed not too long ago. To Michael's knowledge, the farthest he could remember regarding the situation had only been the one-time Jahseh asked Michael to cover for him. He didn't see him lay a hand on anything since then.

Meanwhile, Jahseh was doing his own thing and Micheal did his too. As long as they never bumped heads they were fine. The neighbors would never suspect a thing. To locally work for a "good, hard-working man" Micheal felt great about it. He gets paid more money than he's ever touched and never asked a thing about the income. Easy money.

Micheal sighed at all the messages he'd received from Gehizo. The glass screen felt as if it'd been left on the side of a Floridian sidewalk for a week. She urged on and on for Micheal and his "little friend", she called it, to come down and meet her at this restaurant she'd just found about 10 minutes ago. She went on and on describing the place just so she could see his face again.

Micheal could recognize that place from anywhere and with any description to top it off. Jahseh's favorite restaurant. They used to stop by almost every other day after work. It'd gotten to the point where both Micheal and Jahseh had memorized each other's favorite orders in no time. With all that being said, how could he say no?

Yet he knew the sun had set 3 hours ago, he'd still try and do some convincing. Even if it took an hour just to hear Jahseh say "yes".

Jahseh's tv screen brightly lit up the living room just down the street. His bottom half nonetheless still dressed in his "work clothes" and still sagging like before. He was about to dose off, the only thing keeping him up being the fact he got to hold Gia.

She asked me for a k-

Ding!

She loves-

Ding!

"Fuck."

He tiredly turned his head toward the phone with eyeballs squinted in hopes he wouldn't have to move from the comfy position.

Guess that didn't age well...

Jahseh stared out "stolen" vehicle; Mrs. White's car. They both debated on whether Michael should've taken the risk to drive it anywhere. Unfortunately for him, Jahseh knew his way around an argument. Next thing you knew they were buckling up in the driveway. However, in Jahseh's defense, he was already tired as is.

"Hurry uuuup.", Jahseh groaned.

The car started right on cue almost as if the car could hear itself. Nice. Cold air began to blare from the compacted air vents. He could feel the air conditioning mask his face, riding his sweat beads.
He hadn't felt that feeling anywhere outside of Giovonee's house in a while.