“Really?” Her eyes brightened. “I thought that he was off on Wednesdays.”
“Nah. That man works for himself. So, he works whenever,” I let her know.
Since we kinda all did our own separate thing, I doubted that she really even knew what my pops did for a living. He was unquestionably a natural born hustler and a jack of all trades. He was literally a carpenter, certified electrician, painter, and a mechanic. He’d gotten all those trades while I was a baby, swearing that as long as he had those trades, and could use his hands, then he’d never be broke.
And now, he owned a auto repair shop, a tire shop, and personally ran a home remodeling company. Pops literally had several people on payroll, and worked on site whenever he felt like it.
For years, I honestly believe that he’d been living severely below his means, and had a bread truck put up. I’d glanced at one of that nigga’s checking accounts, and there was a cool quarter million there. And that was justoneofmanyaccounts. So, I knew that if he wanted to, he could’ve gotten his own house like the one we were in, but he preferred to cohabitate with his woman, and help her pay her house off. I just hoped that the nigga was smart enough to have something in writing, just in case she decided to abruptly toss our asses out, one day.
“Got damn, lil’ mama, what’s yo name?” Kezzy spoke up, as he openly looked Summer up and down.
As usual, she was doing the most. She was wearing her long burgundy hair in its curly state, right then. Had the baby hairs swooping around the edges of her forehead. Was rockinga Burberry headband. Burberry black cropped hoodie, biker shorts, and rain boots. The shorts exposed most of her thighs, coming across provocative. And sadly for her, it wasn’t because she was trying too hard. Most girls our ages wore those type of shorts, but they didn’t have a body like hers. So, she was standing there, giving video vixen vibes, as those shorts was cuffing that fat monkey.
“I’m Summer,” she smiled at Kezzy…seeming way too friendly, if you asked me.
“Well, damn, Summer. Will you marry me?”
She snickered.
“Man, hell, nawl. Chill out, Kezzy,” I snapped. Shit, if I couldn’t have none, then he damn sure couldn’t.
Summer rolled her eyes. “Anyways. Y’all got something to smoke? Because my plug is out of pocket, right now.”
“Yeah, I definitely got a blunt for you, baby,” Kezzy flirted.
“Anyway.” I waved him off. “Let’s take this shit to the backyard.”
“Yeah,” Summer agreed. “Let’s.”
Together, all three of us traveled to the backyard, before getting situated on the new deck that my ole man had just built for Array.
“Damn, this is nice out here,” Kezzy commented.
Nodding my head, I couldn’t agree more. Pops had outdone himself with the yard. The whole deck was encased in retractable glass. There was a 65’ TV mounted on the wall. An electric fireplace was right underneath. A hot tub in the corner. A built-in outdoor kitchen, equipped with a fridge. Led string lights illuminated the space, while Array had topnotch patio furnitureto comfortably lounge on. The sliding glass doors were wide open, leading out to a perfectly manicured lawn and a pathway that led to a second sitting area, where there was a custom fire pit, and even a hammock. And that was all facing a whole fucking lake, with a boating dock that my pops’ newly purchased speed boat was anchored to.
Needless to say, sitting out back was a whole vibe, and I found myself chilling back there for hours, before it was time to lay it down at night.
Even when Summer would be lounging in that hammock, tapping away on either her MacBook or iPad. I would chill out there. We’d mostly just ignore each other, and steal a few glances, here and there. But neither of us would let the other have the yard completely alone.
“Okay, let’s fire up,” I spoke up, while sitting up on the comfortable patio sofa.
Summer now had one leg tucked underneath her, while she sat in a circular wicker swivel chair, tapping away on her iPad.
Looking at her, she appeared zoned out, while her eyes were trained on the screen of the device.
“Summer, the fuck are you doing?” I abruptly questioned, causing her to jump a tad.
“Huh?” Her head snapped up.
I chuckled. “Look at you. Must’ve been over there telling your lil’ friends what they can wear to school tomorrow. With ya bossy ass.”
“Boy, fuck you.” She gave me the finger. “I’m just going over the reviews I have on Amazon. And was taking notes.”
I frowned in confusion. “Your reviews? For what?”
Her lashes fluttered. “For my book.”
“Your book?”
