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Mama Ley ✨
I sat with my dad in our kitchen, getting ready to cook.
"So, what are y'all supposed to be doing in Florida?", he asks me. "Nothing too crazy, I don't thi-"
Cutting me off, he says, "Now you know anything y'all do together is crazy."
"You right.", I mumble. "But anyway, we renting out a house for the week. Chae's birthday is next Saturday too, so we're gonna do something for her then."
He nods. "Y'all gon' get into some shit for sure, but okay."
"Is Dylan taking his friend?", my dad questions and I shake my head. "No, why?"
"Nigga, he's gonna be lonely. Chae and the twins gon' be together, the parents gon' be together, and it'll just be him. He ain't gonna wanna be with the kids.", he explains and I take a second to think.
I eventually say, "Well his friend is cute and seems like a good kid."
"That's a damn case, you fuckin' pedo.", my dad tells me.
Shrugging, I respond, "Call me Daleyzia Jackson."
"But let me ask Dylan right quick."
I clear my throat before yelling, "DYLAN MICAH!"
"MA'AM?!", he yells back.
Turning around, I start back cooking.
"He said ma'am.", my dad tells me and I nod. "I heard him."
"MA'AM?!", Dylan yells again.
"Why you ain't answering him?", my dad questions.
On cue, Dylan walks into the kitchen, answering the question for me.
"That's why.", I say, laughing afterwards.
"Anyways..", I begin and turn towards Dylan.
"You wanna bring your friend with you next week?"
He shrugs. "Depends, which one?"
"Um- the one I met, nigga.", I say and he raises an eyebrow.
"Which one you meet?", he asks me and I sigh.
"Dylan, you've only introduced me to one of your friends lately.", I tell him.
Ignoring my response, he questions, "You don't even know his name, do you?"
"Hell nah.", I answer honestly. "But you know which one I'm talking about, right?"
He nods. "Yeah, I could call and ask him if he's free, but someone cut our phones and WiFi off."
"You really believed me?", I ask him, laughing. "I lied harder than when Offset said his Twitter was hacked after he got caught cheating."
Smacking his lips, he pulls his phone out to call his friend.
After a few seconds, another voice is heard on his phone.
"Yoo.", the kid whose name I still can't remember says.
"Aye, Zay. What you doing over spring break?", Dylan asks him.
"Nothing, prolly just gon' get in some pu-"
"Nigga, I'm with my mama.", Dylan mumbles.
Zay laughs. "My fault, tell her fine self I said hey."
"Hey, boo!", I exclaim, grabbing Dylan's phone.
As he tries to grab his phone, I tell him, "Move Dylan, I got this."
"Anyways, hey Zay. How you doing, baby?", I ask him, making Dylan mug me.
Laughing, he answers, "I'm good, how 'bout you?"
"I'm good, I'm good. Anyways, did Dylan tell you about our upcoming trip?", I question. "Yes ma'am, he said something about y'all going to Destin or somewhere."
"Good, well we were wondering if you wanted to tag along to keep Dylan company. Everyone else has friends coming except for him."
He shrugs. "I'm down. I'ma go ask my mama and I'll call back and tell y'all what she says."
"Okay, if she says yes, we leave early Sunday morning."
I hand the phone back to Dylan. "Make sure you tell me when my other man calls back."
Snatching it, he responds, "That's just weird."
"Snatch from me again, see if I don't put my fist in yo' esophagus."
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