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"So, you're back with him?" Shardiné queried, pulling her long sleek hair into a low ponytail. She would spin on her heels, turning to fiery haired sister. "Didn't think y'all would get back together so fast."
"It wasn't that fast," Yara replied, "obviously Kevin doesn't know how to treat females. I had to go. I wasn't finna keep getting bruised up and skipping work because of him."
Shardiné hummed. "Right. I'm proud of you, though. You stood up to bro and had him in shock."
"He def pissed off now. I kissed Namil in front of him when he came over." Yara said grinning at her actions. She didn't feel any remorse for Kevin. It actually made her feel better, now that she got back at him. Yara remembered the jealous and anger that filled Kevin and there was always a feeling that wasn't the last of him.
"Nah, that's crazy. He def had it coming, though. And the suicide threat definitely got it . . . I'd beat the shit outta Jay if he did that." Shardiné's eyes narrowed.
"Leave Mr. Klickin alone. I know he got a big ass head but please." Yara giggled.
"Imma chill since he ya friend." Shardiné rolled her eyes playfully. "Anyway, I'm still happy about the fact that you called Dougie to perform. Like, you don't know how much I love that man."
"Girl," Yara groaned, "you should've told him you wanted to marry him or whatever-and didn't he follow you? Go text that nigga."
"Uh, no. And Jay my mans. I'm not finna marry the sassiest DOA member." Shardiné laughed. Yara sucked her teeth and waved her hand at the girl dismissively.
"You love sassy B." The girl teased.
"Nigga fuck you. You love Slump6s."
"I do . . ." Yara smiled a little at the thought of Namil. "Shit, at least I can admit it. I'll say it in front of Kevin, even."
"Girl don't do that, he gone beat the fuck outta you and ion want you to get hurt."
"He can't do shit if Namil there." Yara shrugged.
"You want them to duke it out? I fear for poor Slump. He might get folded in the first hit." Shardiné scratched her head. Yara scoffed.
"Don't do him, the fuck? And Namil probably wouldn't fight Kevin anyway. He not into that shit. Only time he ever fights is with his brothers and they always beefing wit each other."
"My bad, forgot that's yo man and you gone stick beside him." Shardiné cooed. "Speaking of the niggas, how's Namil?"
"Uh . . he's fine, he in Cali now and I'm just waiting for him to call since he told me he would after he got done with his work." Yara replied.
"Hm, that nigga always working. When does he relax? Isn't that why y'all broke up the first time or am I buggin'?"
"Namil was caught up in his work and whatever but I can't just leave a nigga 'cus they wanna get they work done. We broke it off the first time 'cus we live mad far apart. He upstate, remember?"
"Right. Well, I guess you changed your mind about that part."
"And did." Yara grinned.
"Shit, when's the wedding? Me and Jay big head ass gone pop out."
"Man, ion know about all that marriage shit?" Yara began, "like, if I had the chance to marry him, I would but-ion know."
Shardiné furrowed her eyebrows and sucked her teeth at her sister. Yara was always one to think logically about things, while Shardiné liked to use her imagination and be in her own world. The girl's mother always joked that Shardiné was delusional or probably just "manifesting" something. It seemed like it was working out just fine for her, though.
"Come on, be delusional for a second. Be like Kevin-not the obsessive psycho part though. You know how scary you'd be."
Yara laughed. "I could be if I really wanted to but no, I'm good where I'm at. I'm not tryna be delusional . . . ion wanna be a Kevin part two and have niggas thinking I'm fuckin' wit him again."
"Nah, you'll be fine. Just have fun wit it."
"Okay, just this one time. Ian doing this shit again, though." Yara warned. Shardiné didn't care though, she was just happy to hear her sister be on the same page as her for once.
The girls' conversation died away along with the light of day and the sun drowned into the darkness, letting the orange light of the moon rise and hang in the sky along with a blanket of stars. Mars was visible in the sky this time. A pair of AirPods were removed from its case and pressed into a set of ears."Scene" by Dthang began to play loudly through the speakers.
Smoke billowed from the blunt and onto the ceiling as a hand waved slowly with the song. Yara's phone would make a ding sound and her music would begin to muffle as the notification interrupted it. The girl's eyebrows would draw together at the sound of her song being interrupted and two icy irises revealed themselves from under her eyelids. She reached over to her side, grabbing her phone to check her notifications.
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏𝟔𝐒 (𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥): i'll be back tomorrow i would've called earlier but i forgot i'm sorry
Yara would smile at the short spam of messages and begin typing back.
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏𝟔𝐒 (𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥): oh this early?? you usually be gone for weeks at a time but i'm excited anyway 😛 and youn gotta apologize lmao it's fine
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏: ye i gotta get outta here it's so fuckin hot i can't even sleep
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏: skill issue sorry i was joking pls
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏: ....
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏: you so lucky you said you joking
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏: LMAOO i'm fr sorry 😞😞 imma stop sayin skill issue to you
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏: chill i was fwu too 😭 but imma try to sleep just wanted to say good night sleep well okay cuz i'm def not ☠️
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏: imma try lmao and good night namil ily a lot
