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Reader's Name: Nailah. Starring: Larenz Tate as "O-Dog" from Menace 2 Society.
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He lounged in the coffee-cream plush chair, a blunt perched between his lips as he exhaled wispy clouds. His dark eyes flicked around the medium-sized living room, releasing a low chuckle. In the corner, the television played a loop of the Scarface scene, frustrating Caine with each smack of his lips. The white blinds allowed slivers of moonlight to filter in, casting a soft glow on the crimson walls adorned with posters of old-school rappers and framed family photos. The clicking sound of his sister's stiletto heels announced her arrival from her bedroom, as the sweet sounds of rhythm and blues filled the space. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, emitting a yawn and the sweet scent of vanilla from her clothes.
"C'mon nigga, don't you want to watch something else?" Caine grumbled with annoyance, throwing a sideways glance at his friend. He was itching to watch a different flick instead.
"..Nah, man. This movie never gets old," O-Dog grinned, taking another drag from his blunt, exhaling wispy clouds from his lips.
"O, are you finished with that movie yet? I need a ride to Nailah's party, can we please go already?" Nova asked, hastily tapping her foot on the grey hardwood floors, his sister couldn't help but feel irritated. Her annoyance was palpable, evident in the way she stood with her hand on her hip.
O-Dog quickly stubbed out his blunt in the ashtray, feeling the strong effects of his high fade away. His sister stood at the front door, and he grumbled lowly.
"Fine, I'll take you," He nodded. Caine, who had been lounging on the couch, jumped up eagerly. "I'm coming too," he declared, eager to leave the house. As they headed towards the door, Caine couldn't help but admire Nova's curves as she walked ahead of them.
"Damn," he muttered under his breath, before O-Dog's sharp slap on the back of his neck jolted him back to reality. "Watch it, man," Caine winced as he rubbed the sore spot on his neck.
O-Dog's face contorted with disgust as he eyed Caine from head to toe. "Don't stare at my little sister then, nigga," he barked, slamming the front door shut. He tossed the keys up in the air, deftly catching them in his hand. He pressed his thumb on the car keys, he heard the double beep of the jet-black Bentley truck.
O-Dog and Nova were inseparable siblings, resembling each other with their mocha brown skin tones and deep brown eyes, but Nova was the female counterpart. Their bond was unbreakable, like two peas in a pod.
Nova's shape was slim with a curvaceous backside and plump lips, and she cherished her brother with all her heart. Her gentle demeanor and sugary words were often deceiving, for she possessed an unyielding tenacity that left no room for games, especially when it came to her brother or her own well-being even though O-Dog can take care of himself.
