Young (Dinah/You)

Chapter 34

Your Point Of View

"Yo, yo, yo!" Justin said, coming in. I looked up from my phone.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Me, Jayden, and Keke are going on a vacation!" He said, excitedly.

"Y'all didn't ask me to go. I don't want to be here with her." I said, looking at Zendaya. Zendaya smacked me on my arm.

"Someone has to take care of Zendaya." Justin said. He patted me on the back.

"It has to be you." He said. He tried to run off, but I grabbed his leg.

"Take me with you!" I begged. He shook me off.

"We're good." He said. He ran downstairs, and he left. I heard Mom call me down.

"What's up, Ma?" I asked.

"Guess what I found today in the attic?" She asked. I shrugged.

"I found your lucky drumsticks, and your snare drum." She said.

"Really?! Where are they?" I asked. She pointed towards the living room. I ran, and jumped over the couch.

"You know I'm right here, right?" Normani asked, sitting up on the couch.

"Shut up." I told her.

"Play something." Mom said.

"Ma, I haven't played since I was in middle school." I said.

"You haven't played what since middle school?" Zendaya asked. I pointed to the drum.

"I remember when you got that! You were so excited." She said.

"Play it. Play it. Play it." They chanted. I picked up the drum sticks.

"Alright. Hold on a minute." I said. I breathed in, and out. I tapped it slowly trying to get a beat. I gradually went faster, and made different beats. I started throwing the sticks in the air, and other tricks. When I decided that I was done, I threw the sticks at the ground.

"Boom." I said. They all clapped.

"You should join band this year." Mom said.

"I haven't been in band since eighth grade." I said.

"It's your last year in high school. You should do it for the memories." Mom said.

"I'll think about it." I said. I grabbed the drum, and the stick. I brought them up to my room.

"Hi, Y/N." Dinah said.

"What's up?" I asked. I flopped on my bed, and closed my eyes.

"Do you know what tomorrow is?" She asked.

"Is it Thomas's birthday?" I asked.

"That's the Twenty ninth." She said.

"What's the date tomorrow?" I asked.

"Are you fucking serious? It's the twenty second." She said.

"Uh, I don't know." I said. She got off the bed.

"I'm leaving. Don't bother calling me." She said.

"What's wrong, babe?" I asked. She slammed the door shut.

"You know what tomorrow is, right?" Zendaya asked.

"Of course. It's my future wife's eighteenth birthday. I'm not stupid." I said.

"You just let her get mad like that?" She asked.

"It's part of my plan." I said.

"That's stupid." She said.