Jesus is the Answer.

VII.

London.

Guess what? My momma was alive this WHOLE time. And that bastard had the nerve to tell me she was dead. Of course I believed him. Who else could I trust? Sigh.

My mama was all the way in London. Ironic, isn't it? But I miss her so much.

"Mamaaaaaaas."

"You straight?"

"Scraight." I corrected him.

"Mayne, whateva."

I sat up, so my back was on the headboard. He came over and sat in between my legs. I touched his hair.

"N-a-p-p-y." I spelled out.

"Please. Ya' hair is way worse than dis."

"Atleast it's real."

He turned around, laughed whilst he shook his head. "London. Don't be da wun tah'day."

"Right. Anyways, how's ya mom?"

"She coo'. But she misses da hell outta ya."

"I wanna say hiiiiiii."

"Aight." He pulled out his phone and FaceTime'd his mom.

I got in a corner so she wouldn't see me.

"Aye mama."

"Boi. Whea' ya been? I've been callin' you since two days ago."

"Ma, ya won't bahlee dis."

"What?"

"She's back mama."

"Who's she?" She said, confusedly.

"London."

She laughed. "Baby, she's gone. She's been gone."

"I'm not 'een playin'." He motioned for me to come over. I did what I saw and looked into the camera.

"Hey mama." I said, as I waved.

"Christian, who dat?"

"Momma, it's Londeezy."

She stared into the camera to look at me better.

"Welcome back babygyaaaaaaaaal!" She said smiling extra hard.

I laughed. "You don't kno' how much I've missed ya."

"Wha' 'bout meh?" Christian pitched in.

"Boi bye." Mama and I said.

We all laughed and talked until we all got tired. He hung up after I said bye.

I laid across his stomach and looked closed my eyes. "I wan' sum brioche. Asap. No rocky."

"Ya got sum inna fridge?"

"Nope. Das why I told ya."

"Leggo then."

I got off of him as we both proceeded to the door. I opened it and walked out. He followed behind me. He headed downstairs and I put on my hightop Vans. He did the same; he put on his Vans.

Omari was watching tv, so when I came downstairs, he looked at me. I looked at him and he turned around.

I shrugged. "Isaiah, we goin' to Walmart. You tryna hop wit' or nah?"

"Nah. But I wan' sum ice cream. Preferably chocolate."

"Gotchu." Christian and I left, and I locked the door.

I got in the passenger's seat, as Christian got in the driver's. He began to drive as I looked out the window. We drove in silence.

He suddenly picked up my hand, which caused me to slightly smile. We mended our fingers after, as he drove.