Mid90s- The sista

Chpt4: bestfriends

"Where are we going?" Sunburn asked me. "Im taking you to rob a gas station." I said jokingly. He looked at me horrified. "No I'm just kidding, we're going to a skatepark."  The look of relief washed over his face. "Before fuckshit took you to meet us, did you like... skate all day before he came home?" He asked me while we walked to the skatepark. "Yeah, it's not like he cared though. It's like he doesn't see me a a sibling anymore, he sees me as someone he can sometimes get high with."

He nodded his head. "My brother doesn't even treat me like I'm human." Sunburn blurted out. "Man! What does he do?" I asked. "He hits me, hard...but don't tell anyone. Your the only one I told about this." He said "Now I feel bad for complaining about my brother, all he does is isolate me." He just nodded. "Um I'm sorry, do you want to talk about it some more?"

I'm so horrible at trying to make people feel better.

"No it's fine." He awkwardly chuckled. "Well I'm not gonna force you to talk about it but if you need me, you know where I live." We finally reach the skatepark and started skating. "Shit!" I exclaimed. "What happened?" Sunburned asked me. "Do you have any wax? I forgot mine." He shook his head no. "Maybe they're a little waxy from other people using it." I suggested. "Maybe." Sunburn said. He seemed kinda sad, I didn't mean for him to get like this.

"Dude your not okay." I said to him. "Yeah I am." He said. "Your obviously not, I'll leave you alone. But if you want to talk when ever, you know where I live." He smile at the ground. "Okay let's skate now jackass."

We skated until we could barely see anything out side.

"Wait! I'm so sorry! Shouldn't you be home at like eight?!" I pulled him to try to get him to go home.

He laughed at me.

"No. I don't want to go back." He said to me. "What? You gotta go back, because you live there. And...uh dude just go home." He pulled his hand away from me. "I can't go back, it's not like my mom cares anymore...she used to. And all my brother does is beat me. So again, I see no point in going back home." He must be serious. There is no way my brothers gonna want him to stay at my house, but I gotta convince him. "Okay... come back home with me."

I walked into my house and see fuckshit sitting down and watching tv on the couch. "Hey..." I said to him. "He-what's he doing here. Have you been hanging out with him this whole day?" He questioned me. "Look, he doesn't want to go home because of stuff happening there. He's going to stay with us, I don't need your permission." I said pulling sunburn up stairs.

"Where are you sleeping? Umm, I don't want to put you on the floor...but I don't know if you'd want to sleep with me. So I'll sleep on the floor." I told sunburn. "You don't have to! I have no problem with sleeping with you." He told me. "Are you sure?" He shook his head yes. "Okay, I'll go in my brothers room to get you some shorts to sleep in." I came back and sunburn is laying on my bed with his legs propped up and spread open like he's at home. "Glad your comfortable." I threw him the shorts. "The bathrooms to the left." I told him before I got undressed to put on some clothes to sleep in.

I sat at my desk to paint my nails black. Everybody says black fingernails makes you emo, but I think it's a very beautiful color. Sunburn came back in during this. "What are ya doing." I looked up and he had no shirt on ~deskustang✨~ But I didn't mind. "Just painting my nails, let me do yours." With no hesitation he stuck his hands out, well okay. I picked up his hand to start painting. "Don't you think your moms worried, she might call the cops?" He shook his head. "Nah, she probably didn't even notice." He chuckled.

"Oh okay." I continue to paint his nails. "What's your favorite colors?" I asked him. "Blue, what's yours?" He asked me. "I don't really have favorite colors, I think they are all beautiful...but if I had to pick it would be white." I told him. "Why white? It's so blank." He asked me. "In my mind white represents art. Like a blank canvas. If a canvas were to be black, the painting wouldn't work as well unless you put about two coats of white on it. I could go on about why my favorite color is white, but I digress." He nodded his head. "Now blow." I told him when I finished painting his nails. "Do you do art."

"Yeah." I said going to the closet. "I keep all my paintings in here. Fuckshit said that it's pointless, so I don't show anybody these." I closed the closet door and jumped into the bed, and so did sunburn. "Hey watch it you might smudge your nails." He rolled his eyes and nodded.  "Why does everyone call you goofy?" He put his head back on my pillow. "I thought it was obvious. Is because I push goofy on my skateboard, I'm also left handed." He shook his head. "Whats your real name." I raised my eye brows at him and laughed. "My real name is Jada."

"That's pretty." He said. "Yeah." I smiled. I disagree but I can't just turn down a complement. "So, Jada-" i cut him off. "Whoa now you're calling me that." I laughed and punched him softly.

Then the door opened.

"Why are you guys in the same bed?" Fuckshit said. "You have different girls in your bed like every week, why is this a problem?" I asked him. "I'm eighteen, I'm basically grown." He told me. "Then move out asshole." He finally left and closed my door.

That quickly?

I layed my full body down on the bed and turned towards sunburn. "Let's be best friends." I suggested. "Yeah!" He agreed.