A promise.
It seems like the simplest thing in the world to keep. But so often, they're broken, empty and hollow.
They seem like the easiest thing in the world to believe, but after the words are left out to bleed, after they leave you waiting and...
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"I was just at yo' house," Siah said to Khy. They were leaving work and he invited him over to hang out. "I'm tired, my nigga,"
"You was not. You was at my house two and a half weeks ago and that was when you dropped me off home," he chuckled. "What you'on like my house no more?" he joked.
"You a clown," Siah shook his head. "I really am tired as hell, that family reunion and the flights zapped my energy. I'a come this weekend though, if you and Ava not signing y'all lease," he suggested.
"That's fine, we signing next Monday anyway," he explained. After all their searching—Ava and Khyren had found a place to call their own and they'd finally be signing their lease. Everyone was happy for them, it was a huge step as a couple and as adults to have their own space.
After agreeing on a time for him to come over on Saturday, they went their separate ways and Kasiah stopped for some food on his way home. His dad was working late and probably just got home so he wasn't expecting food to be cooked.
September finally rolled around, and Siah was glad, he enjoyed the colder months more, plus, his birthday was drawing even closer. He had always enjoyed his birthday, for the first fee years after his mom passed it was one of the only days his father was genuinely happy. He was always celebrated on his birthday by his parents, even if the couldn't get him extravagant gifts, he always got to spend the day with them doing what he wanted.
Now as he got older, Siah began to look forward to his birthday simply because it reminded him that he was loved.
"I'm here," he called.
"Oh you home? I thought you'd be out," Tatum replied from the kitchen, eating a popeyes sandwich. "I would have brought you one if I knew," he held the food up.
"Nah, it's cool I usually would be," he chuckled at how greedy his dad looked scarfing the sandwich down.
"Oh that denial still beating yo' ass huh?" he smirked and Siah smacked his teeth. "Don't be mad at me! You an avoider," he pointed at his son.
"I ain't come here for you to tell me about myself, dad," he said, sitting at the table to finish the food he started eating in the car so he could shower and take a nap.
"Well, you gon get it anyway," he smarted back. "You can't just push shit away when you don't wanna confront it, Siah, you gotta be a grown man about yo' shit. It's not gon hurt you," he began, and Siah sighed, ready to finally unpack this conversation.
"It might not, but what's it gon help? I've acknowledged it in my head," he said—and kind of lied. "Nobody else needs to know what's going on till I figure how I wanna proceed,"
"We not talking about a job, a decision to go to school, some top secret plan you got for your life, Siah. We talking about a girl. A girl who I'm sure is wondering why she ain't seen you in two weeks, or is wondering why you ain't been around or on the phone—you tryna figure things out in your mind leaves the other person in the dark," he countered.
