“Moving?” Harlem frowned. “Damn, and you wasn’t gonna say nothing? Do you gotta transfer? What about basketball? How far are y’all moving?”
I snickered. “Calm down, nigga. I’m just moving to the gated side of my community.”
“Oh, I was ‘bout to say—”
“With ya gal.”
“Wait, what?”
I chuckled. “You heard me, nigga. Me and my pops is moving in with Summer and her mama. Starting this evening, after I get home.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“Well, damn. I know that your dad is dating her mom, but I wasn’t expecting this,” he admitted.
“Hey, me neither.”
“Right. And Summer never said nothing.”
“Well, we were both just told yesterday, honestly. And she just kept rolling her eyes the whole time we were there. So, she probably aint too excited about the situation.”
“Yeah, she probably is feeling aggy, right now. Especially when her mom is always at work, and she pretty much does whatever she wants.”
“Yeah? I really didn’t consider that. But if that’s the case, then she really aint got much to worry about. My old man is the type to mind his business. So, she can honestly do whatever.”
Harlem nodded. “So, when I come over I won’t have to pretend that I'm not heading to her room?”
I scratched my head. “Look, Ion know ‘bout all that. If that’s what her mama allows, then yeah. You know my pops never tripped about me having company. But…that might be different, since we’re sharing a house. So, I don’t know. I gotta see how this shit goes my damn self.”
“Yeah, I guess we both gotta see. I just hope that your dad doesn’t start snitching. Messing up our program.”
Chapter 2
Summer
“Baby, what are you doing?” Tricky Ricky asked my mama, as she was carrying a comforter across the living room. “I told you that me and Breeze had it.” He insisted, as he crept up behind her, before stepping in front of her and kissing her lips.
Sitting back on the couch, I gagged. “E-yuck.”
Snickering, right next to me, my girl Tarin lightly elbowed me. “They’re so cute. Right, friend?”
“Ewe.” I crinkled my nose in disgust.
Tarin shook her head, as my mama switched off, and Ricky headed back outside, probably going to grab more boxes.
It was Saturday morning, and Ricky and Breeze had been moving in since daybreak. From my understanding, they were supposed to start the night before, but the day got away from them. And now, they were up, bright and early, making too much damn noise.
My girl Tarin had come over to kick it, and we were chilling in the living room, after she'd pretty much twisted my arm to do so.
“Damn, I’m thirsty,” Breeze mumbled, as he casually strolled past us, shirtless.
“OMG,” Tarin swooned. “Look at what God did. I can’t believe that he’s actually gonna be living here. Literally the finest boy at school.”
I rolled my eyes, hating how she was sounding so damn thirsty. I was also hoping that Breeze hadn’t heard her, because nobody needed him walking around the house, thinking that he was the shit.
Yeah, sure, Breeze was attractive. He was 6’6 in height. Had deep red-brown skin. Like a Hawaiian. A tapered fade that was wavy and silky. A cut physique. And bow legs. Being that Tricky Ricky was Rick Fox’s doppelganger, one could assume that there were some form of admixtures in their bloodline.
