Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.
April 6, 1993
~Elijah's P.O.V~
"So tell me why I found out this nigga is married?" I frowned looking up at Tia.
"Murrred, you say?" She said sliding her glasses down her nose.
"Girl, yes! Like the fuck these niggas be on? He married to a WOMAN and got children, and tryna love on me; a whole ass man. I ain't give it up though. " I rolled my eyes and sat my pen down.
"One of my biggest fears." She said shaking her head.
"One of your biggest fears? What? Dating a married man?" I asked snatching off my reading glasses.
"Boy, the ONLY married man I'd date is my husband. What I mean is marrying a down low dude. I'd feel like I was a project for him to acknowledge his true self. That's foul than a mug. What'd you do though?"
"Bihhh, I lead him on and made him take me shopping. You know that I love a new gear. That's why I came back with all that shit the other day. Yep, he bought it." I chuckled.
"True. He ain't drop you off, did he?" She raised her eyebrow at me.
"Girl, no! You know I ain't showin' nobody where you live. I took a cab back." I shook my head.
"Good. Just moved here." She said pulling up her glasses and reading her textbook. We were studying for finals. We've been doing this for the past week, our faces in books and all.
"Uhn uhnn, I'm tired of this." I said closing my book. "We need a break. Finals ain't 'til after spring break, and we ain't even started spring break." I snatched her book.
"We need a head start. It's a lot, gimme back my book bruhh." She said standing up.
"No!" I stood up and ran down the stair. I had on socks, so I slid down the stairs. I fell to the bottom of the stairs on my ass. I screamed out.
Tia was on the second step to the top, holding her stomach laughing. She saw me look up and pretended to frown. "Awwww, are you okay?"
"I saw you! Zon't zo zat." I got up and dusted off. "I saw yo ass laughin'."
"I was! That's what yo funky butt get!" She pointed out laughing and walked down the steps.
"What we finna do for spring break? 'Cause stayin' here can't be a option. We both need a break and a vacation mami." I said looking in the tall mirror at my butt. I'm trying to make sure my didn't go flat, but it's still fat. I made it jump in the mirror. A bitch still got it.
"What do you have in mind?" She asked coming to the mirror looking at herself.
"Florida?" I asked twerking in the mirror.
"Get it! Get it!" She said hyping me up. "Ayyyyeee!" We continued for about a minute more then I got tired. "Florida? No, my cousins are coming here for spring break. Remember?"
"Dang, I forgot you told me that. Why you ask me, what I have in mind then?" Not to be rude, but sis family is homophobic as fuck. They don't like gay people and associate almost everything with being gay. It's ridiculous.
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