Jesus is the Answer.

VIII.

Omari.

I laid onna couch. Thinking. I heard someone rushing down the stairs. I quickly turned my head and saw London, but I guess she didn't see me. God, she's gorgeous. She ain't like lil 'ole me though.

I heard the fridge door slam, the front door open, then it closed. I sighed and went over to lock it.

I was legit moping for some days. But what can ya do when your best friend literally likes someone you want? Right. That's the shit that's been on my mind lately.

Isaiah came over and turned the tv on.

"The fuck's been up witchu?"

I shook my head.

"Mayne, stop bein' so damn difficult. Ain't nobody know wassup and you ain't tryna tell." I could hear a lil anger rising in his voice.

I mumbled so he couldn't hear.

"When ya speak, make sho' I can hea' it."

I rose my voice just a little. "I think I like ha'."

"Who?"

"London."

"Dis why you been on mute?"

I somewhat nodded.

"Because of lil shawty?"

"Look. You asked wassup. So I answered ya. Yo' ass ain't neva say nothing 'bout questions, so I'm out." I stated briefly and got up to my room.

I closed and locked the door as I went over and laid on my bed. I felt so bland. Like unseasoned food. Shit was crazy.

I picked up a rolled blunt and lit it up. I inhaled some of the weed as I felt myself being relaxed. I exhaled through my nose and chuckled. I turned on the tv and looked for the Boondocks. I put it on the channel and watched as I drew some in.

I occasionally laughed outta nowhere, for no apparent reason. But a nigga's straight.

I finished my blunt and crushed it as I put it on an ashtray.

I bounced my high ass to the shower.

I decided to go somewhere I ain't been in a while.

I dressed in a black sweatsuit, as I slipped on my Oreos. I picked up my phone, which was on the counter and left for downstairs.

I exited the house and got into my car.

I turned on the engine and backed out. I drove cautiously, making sure my surroundings were aight.

I parked and got out. I pulled my hoodie over my nose, taking in the smell. I scanned for her tombstone, walking around.

Madison Jackson.

I sat in front of it, taking a deep breath. Closing my eyes, I poured my heart out.

"Ma. I miss you somuch. Heavy. Momma's gone, pops.. I'on even know 'bout him. I just miss you, man. I've been strugglin' heavy without you. There's this lil broa- nah, girl."

I couldn't use broad on her. She ain't seem like that type. I sighed, continuing.

"Shawty's name is London. She fine as fuck and got brains. Nowhere near that hoeish lifestyle. She's gentle. Funny. Annoying as shit. Adventurous."

I felt myself mumblin' side compliments about her, before I caught myself.

London.

Mama just told me she'll be back soon as we finished our small talk. I finished my deal of crackers and looked for my phone.

I heard a sudden shift from the staircase. A door closed right after that. My head darted hella quick. I placed the plate on the table and made my way around the couch. I slid my shoes off, walking up the stairs.

I admired the pictures on the wall, as I progressed farther down the hallway.

Images of Christian, his family, myself even, were flooded on the walls.

Nostalgic memories began to take over, reminding me of my childhood. Quite good times.

I took my eyes of the pictures and knocked on his door.

"Yeah?" A somewhat raspy voice answered.

"It's London."

"Ard. Come in."

I opened the door, to find him sprawled on his bed. I chuckled to myself and closed the door. I went over to his bed and sat on the edge of it.

"Hey Christian."

He was laying on his stomach and didn't answer. I reached over, so I could smack that ass.

"Nigga!" He said, frustratingly.

By then, I was laughing beyond hard.

"The fuck ya' ass laughing at?"

I gasped in between laughs. "DEEZ NUTS! Got eeeeeeeeem!"

He was over it, and I couldn't stop laughing. My stomach was doing hella gymnastics because I couldn't stop.

"Shut the hell up."

I caught my breath. "Whew. Got eeem."

He turned over and rolled his eyes.

I crawled over to him and hugged his head. "Is Chrissy maaaaaad?"

"If you'on getcho muhfuckin' hands of me."

"Is that a threat?" I questioned.

"Hell nah. A covenant."

"Nigga, you ain't God, with that covenant shit."

"Whateva. Getcho hands off me tho."

"I'ma pass."

He rolled his eyes, then closed them.

"What's wrong with you, lil miss attitude?" I referred to him.

"Ain't nothin' wrong, you just annoyin'."

I moved for my back to be on the headboard and pulled him in between my legs. He fluttered them gorgeous ass eyes open.

"You gah' chill. I ain't done nun wrong." I said, pouting.

"Hm. Why you here anyways?"

"You'on wanna see me?"

"Not really."

I hit the top of his head. "Rude as shit."

"Bein' honest."

"Ard." I got up and off the bed, feeling him pull on my waist.

"I was just playin'. Damn, yo' ass always serious."

"Hmph." I said, playing in his curls.

"So, onna bean.. why you here?"

"I thought you was mad at me, so I wanted to say sorry. Then I didn't know where you were so I asked Isaiah and he told me you were here. So I came and yo' momma done welcomed me and everything, saying I missed you and alla' 'dat. Gave me food and everything. We talked and talked, until she left. And like right after she left I heard a shuff- nah, ruffle upstairs, making me come up here." I said in one breath.

"Breath mama."

I did exactly that. "I was mad, but I got ova' that petty shit only 'cause I can't stay mad at you."

I cheesed then pecked all over his face.

"Aye, chill wit' that sus shit, ya' heard?"

I hugged his face, then pecked his nose. "Whateva' baebae."

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Hey y'aaaaaaall. It's been the longest since I've posted. Hopefully I update more often. And this was soooo short, so forgive.

Anywaaaays, how y'all feel about Chris and London? They ain't together though.

Vote and comment. I wanna see whatcha'll gotta say.