Malikhi Jelani Anthony aka Major has had a horrible life and it just keeps getting worse until he meets Ashlyn Alora Washington aka Ash who has had it just as rough as he has. Will their hard lives and past trauma push them together or pull them apa...
The group had been living in Malikhi's grandmother's house for about two days now. Everyone had beds and rooms for them to sleep in even Ja'Sanei. The power and water got cut back on and they were comfortable, for now.
"I'm cooking crawfish! Y'all want some?" Ashlyn yelled from her room. The walls were thin so she knew everyone could hear her.
Ashlyn's room was black, gold and white with gray walls. She had pictures of her parents hanging on her wall along with her mother's necklace that she had framed hanging above her bed. Her guns were all layed neatly on a shelf that she had the boys put up. She loved her room and she spent most of her time in it or in the backyard.
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"Yea fix me some beybeh!" Malikhi yelled back from his room as he slicked Ja'Sanei's hair into a low ponytail. He called everyone beybeh so don't get to excited, but he did find Ashlyn very attractive. He didn't want a relationship though, he just wanted to take care of Ja'Sanei and stack up his coins. He was still very quiet and stayed to himself, the only people he talked to were the people that lived with him and he barely talked to them.
Malikhi's room was all black with a splash of white. There were pictures of Ja'Sanei, his mother, and him with his father hanging on the walls. His big guns were all displayed on the walls and the smaller ones were on a shelf. The gun his father gave him stayed on his nightstand along with multiple smaller pictures of him and his mother before she died. He was always in his room or Ja'Sanei's so don't expect him to be anywhere else.
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Everyone else yelled back their replies and Ashlyn walked downstairs to begin cooking. She was wearing a sports bra and some biker shorts with her hair in a puff. Her nails were freshly done because she hated when they weren't and her lips were glossed.
