Remember Me | D'Angelo Russell

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After I make it home from work, Imani runs up to me.

"I need pads! Do you have any pads?" She asked.

"I think I ran out, why didn't you text me? There is a Target right by my job!" I roll my eyes.

"I don't know!" Imani groans. "Can we just go get some?"

I look at my sister obviously annoyed.

"Just let me change first!"

I take in a deep long breathe before walking to my room.

I'm ready to go in about thirty minutes.

Imani has her phone out.

"Look at my pretty little sister! She loves me."

I see her flash go off and I cross my arms giving her a stank face.

Imani shows me the picture and I look her up and down.

"That's cute, send it to me." I grab my car keys off of the hook and I walk out the front door, Imani follows.
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Once we make it to Target, Imani and I walk straight to the pads section.

Imani picks the pads that she likes and we walk to the cash register.

The guy in front of us is really tall.

"Excuse me, can I get around you?" They asked.

I move to the side before mumbling an apology.

"You're fine!"

I turn towards Imani and her mouth hangs open.

"What?" I asked her.

She just points behind me.

I slowly turn around and I see D'Angelo smirking at me.

"Hey Trin!" D'Angelo smiles.

"Okay, first of all I told you to not call me that and second of all you're a stalker now!"

"Technically you're behind me so, you're the stalker in this equation!" D'Angelo winks.

Imani smiles at him.

"This your older sister?" D'Angelo asked.

I nod my head.

"Can I have a picture please?" Imani asked.

D'Angelo nods his head and takes a picture with Imani.

"You should give me your Instagram," D'Angelo says.

"You should have it, I already follow you!" I smile at D'Angelo. "If you really want it, go find it."

Once D'Angelo is ringed up and ready to go he turns towards me.

"Nice seeing you again Trinity!" D'Angelo winks then says "See you tomorrow, I'll find your Instagram too!"

I wave at him.

"Bitch he's totally trying to smash!" Imani says her accent coming off strong.

I shake my head no.

"He winked at you, twice!"

I hand the cashier money and I grab the pads for Imani.

"So what!"

Imani's too busy on her phone to reply.

As we walk to the car, Imani screams right in my ear.

"God dammit, Imani!" I say my British accent coming out.

My accent always comes out when I am frustated or irritated.

"Sorry, but Jordan Clarkson just direct messaged me!"

"What did he say?" I asked her unlocking the car.

Imani and I get in the car.

"He said 'Wazzup Beautiful' with a smiling emoji!"

"Wait until we get home to text him back," I say to her.

Imani nods her head.

Once we arrive I go to my bathroom.

Imani follows me like a lost puppy.

She sits on the toilet with her phone in her hand.

"What should I say?" Imani asked reminding me of a teenaged girl who's texting her crush.

For her to be two years older than me, she sure doesn't act her age, I think to myself.

I grab a make-up wipe from my medicine cabinet and I wipe my eyeshadow off.

"Say hello you wazzock!" I say to Imani.

Wazzock, British slang for an idiot.

Sometimes I can't control my British side coming out, it just happens.

Imani rolls her eyes and she starts typing.

A few seconds later her phone buzzes.

"He replied!" She says.

I grab another makeup wipe and I continue to wipe my face off.

"Don't read it yet!" I exclaim. "You'll look like a desperate girl who is trying go get laid!"

"Mabey I am trying to get laid!" Imani replies looking at me.

I give her a dirty look and she laughs.

"I'm kidding!"

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For the rest of the night I help my sister text Jordan.

Oh, in case you were wondering, this leads me to breaking one of my rules in the future.