• 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 •

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eneaj

"Friend...it's raining ass and titties out here and you wanna get a McFake?" I complained.

"A McDouble," Yenvy corrected me, shaking her empty cup with a barely-there ice cub in it as I drove her Bentley.

We had come off the highway from Zinnias, and this was like the third McDonald's into Houston, since it was a more so Black-Hispanic area. Seriously, McDonald's don't be around every corner in the suburbs. Wonder why...?

"We could literallyyy go anywhere but there," I rolled my eyes.

"Likeee...?"

"Wendy's. Whataburger. Frenchy's. Sonic. Burger King. Dairy Queen. Waffle House. Fuddrucker's. Freddy's. Jack in a Box. Shit, even motherfuckin' Panera Bread," I listed off.

"Nope. I want Mickey D's today," she said simply. "I want a small fry and a medium mocha frappe."

"We goin' to the hood...to get a frappe. You know they ice cream machine and the frappe machine or whatever the fuck they got never wor-

"Anyways! Thank you, Eneaj, in advance for paying as well."

"The agony of being a masculine presenting female," I pretended to fake cry.

"Eyes on the road. We don't wanna end up like them," Yenvy casually gestured to some people getting into a car, drenched, and looking weary as I drove past. I made sure not to splash them, as my mom had taught me, then I zoomed away.

When you're in a higher vehicle, with good tires, and strong headlights, you can do a lot of things other vehicles can't. We made it to the McDonald's in no time and I was heading for the drive thru when Yenvy started her pouting.

"I gotta get out. My period started. You can either order in the drive thru and wait in the SUV for me, or you can come inside."

"I'll just come in," I shrugged. The McDonald's oddly was packed despite the weather, and I barely got a spot. The seemingly stalled car we had seen earlier swooped in right next to us in the last available spot.

"Lemme use yo jacket to wrap around my waist," my best friend ordered.

"Ight, ight. I got you," I got it from the backseat and handed it to her. "Maybe we can sit inside and eat a little while, see if the rain clears up."

"Might be best to go ahead and go home before the ditches fill up," she shrugged.

"Yeah, then the water'll be all over the street," I could see what she meant.

I grabbed the umbrella and went around to her side to hold it over us after locking the car. The people next to us waited until I got Yenvy out to get out and I nodded at them for it. We couldn't all be getting outta our vehicles at the same time no way. It don't be enough room between spots for that shit.

We walked up to McDonald's, and my stomach grumbled even though I really wasn't in the mood to eat rat and roach shit.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom first. Just go ahead and order," she directed.

They had little kiosks set up in this one where you could order without the cashier, so I did that. I ordered what my best friend wanted, then I got me a little something light to, just to last me until we got back to the mansion.

"...yeah, glad we can change into some dry things."

I looked up, and four people entered the fast food restaurant. One had wild brown eyes and drenched wavy hair, arms across her chest, the other had thick locs with water droplets hanging from them and a reserved look, the next had beautiful tattoos and was the one who had been speaking with that smooth ass voice, and the last had damp braids and a look to her that said she had been through some shit.

Like recently.

I curiously wondered if they had been stranded on the side of the road because of the weather or some other problems.

Still, I was overprotective of my best friend, and after I ordered, I went to the bathroom where she was to make sure no shit went down leaving her helpless.

The one with the damp braids briefly glanced at me as I came into the medium-sized restroom. I guess everyone else was handling their business. One girl was taking off her shirt and bra, changing into drier clothes without a care in the world. She was the shortest, and had her hair in a pretty design at the scalp with her locked hair.

I only gave them a nod, pretending to come in and wash my hands. After that, I didn't know what I would do. Stall, and do what exactly, until Yenvy came out the stall?

I heard the toilet flush and there she was, thank goodness.

The one with the damp braids briefly checked my best friend out, but she appeared uninterested. The shorter, wider built girl took Yenvy in appreciatively.

My bestie was a dime and we both knew it.

Unless some drama happened, which I was always hyper aware of having to run a club, then I wouldn't be mad at them for looking.

Hell, I do too sometimes.

"Did you order yet?" Yenvy came over to the sinks to wash her hands, her nails clicking as she used the soap.

"Yeah. They said give 'em about twenty minutes because the drive thru is first priority right now. All the tables in there filled up anyways," I shrugged.

I could see Yenvy peeking at the girl who had been changing outside a stall. She was grabbing her stuff and taking it into the stall Yenvy had been in now that a free one was open.

The one with the damp braids had a stubborn look to her, and kept glancing away each time I caught her looking until I finally settled on a continuous stare.

"Eneaj," Yenvy nudged me, catching me and the stud locking eyes. "Staring is rude."

Not when...you feel something when you're staring at the other person.

I looked away and handed Yenvy the receipt with our order number on it, "Like you wasn't checkin' shawty over there out a few seconds ago," I whispered as a toilet flushed. Damp Braids, I had settled on calling her, stood closer to the stalls while we were near the door and sinks. She couldn't hear us anyways, but still, I kept my voice low.

"She's cute. Maybe...I should ask for her number," Yenvy smiled. She quickly looked in the mirror like she had forgotten something, messing around with her hair. "I hope my shit doesn't get frizzy in this rain. Let me know when she comes out the stall, so I can pretend to bump into her and start up some conversation."

"That's so middle school, and you know it," I laughed.

"Hush, and go back up front in case they call our order," she hissed.

"What if I wanted to stay in the bathroom too?" I didn't let my gaze go back to Damp Braids. Yenvy understood what I meant.

"Oh, we'll. They look to be friends anyways. I can her number after I get my shawty's number," Yenvy shrugged.

"Fine," I frowned, heading out the bathroom.

They were all probably bad news anyways.

It looked like their was more to them than it seemed.

Especially...Damp Braids.

I chuckled a little bit at her nickname, going to stand in line as I waited for me and Yenvy's order.