Jesus is the Answer.

II.

London.

I got home and parked. I really need to move outta here. I mean, I am eighteen. And I have custody of owning my own home. Lord.

I got out the car and locked it. I noticed his car wasn't there, so I praised The Lord, mentally.

I unlocked and locked the door. I took my bag, purse, and smoothie as I headed up the stairs to my room.

I changed my outfit to a Nike sports bra and some Nike shorts. I kept on my socks.

I laid on my bed as I opened the box of my Timbs. I picked one up and admired it. I picked the other one up and prayed over them.

"Thank ya Lord for allowing my purchase these shoes. Thank ya for everything you've done for me. Once again, I thank ya again. Amen."

Inside the box was a lime green sticky note. It had a phone number in it. That boy's number.

I was confused as the fuck. Because I know damn well I didn't give it to him.

I grabbed my phone and dialed the number. I waited for him to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Yeh, it's me." I didn't even tell him my name.

"Lil mama?"

I laughed a lil. "Yeh. I'm London though."

He laughed with me. "Cute ass name mama. I'm Omari."

"Excuse me. I meant ta' say Londeezy Gotchu Wheezy. Yas. Das meh."

I heard more than one person laugh.

"Y'all think I'ma lie. Not 'een playin' which'all right na'."

"Ya lil lingo cute mama."

"Lemme hit ch'all up onna FaceTime."

They said all said okay.

I pressed FaceTime and saw all of them onna screen.

"Gimme da name."

I knew Isaiah and Omari's names, so they passed. But there was another boy. He said his name was Christian.

"Boooooi. You'on know how much I luh' yo' name."

He chuckled a bit. "Right, Londeezy."

"Ya'see. He da only wun takin' my name serious."

They all laughed.

"Oh yehhhh. I got sumn to ask Omari."

"Shoot, lil mama."

I picked up the green sticky note and held it up to the camera.

"What da fuck is disssss?"

Isaiah and Christian busted out laughing. Omari looked hella red.

"Bruh, is you blushin'?" Isaiah said.

"Woooooah. Yung nigga blushes?" Christian said.

"Mamas, you got him sprung!" Isaiah said.

Isaiah, Christian, and I just laughed for a good three minutes. Omari looked into the camera and left.

"Well bye to you too."

Isaiah laughed. "He just in his feelins' and allat shit."

"Yeh. You tryna come ova'?" Christian said.

"Y'all boys. I could be a murderer fo' all y'all kno'."

"A beautiful ass murderer. Shit, I'd even wanna get killed." Isaiah said, and Christian laughed.