Faheem Banks
The Next Night
“Why the fuck can’t you tell me what the fuck is going on?” Mixie angrily spat, giving me a death glare from the passenger seat.
Big Frank figured it would be easier if we told everyone at once about my upcoming nuptials. That shit didn’t even sound right coming outta my mouth. I already knew Big Frank was on some bullshit when he started to do that nice guy act that he did. He was tryna pay a nigga back for letting him tussle so long with Meko. He thought a nigga was gon’ flip his lid when he suggested that marriage shit between Juniper and me. In reality, I didn’t give a fuck forreal. What was a piece of paper gon’ stop me from doing? Not a mutha fuckin’ thing. A nigga wasn’t finna stop fucking with Mixie or fucking other bitches when I felt like it. I was still gonna do me. Even though Mixie’s ass was finna be livid, I knew she would talk her shit then calm down once she saw I wasn’t going nowhere.
“Just know a nigga fuck with you, and that’s all that matters.”
Smacking her lips then rolling her eyes at me Mixie gave me a stank face. “Fuck that, nigga. You already know I don’t like going around your family. They don’t like me, and you know they don’t. Especially not ya broomstick in the ass sister.”
“Watch yo mouth. I done told yo’ slick mouth ass watch how you speak on my sister.” I checked Mixie’s ass. She knew talking about anyone in my family was an easy way to get me hot.
“Here you go. Always wanna defend her when she stays talking shit about me.” Mixie folded her arms across her chest giving me a stank face.
“Frankee don't say shit about you.” Mixie knew damn well Frankee didn’t give a fuck about her enough to speak on her.
Frankee didn’t fuck with Mixie, and she couldn’t blame nobody but herself. Back when I first started really fucking with Mixie, I had never been the type of nigga that brought bitches to meet my people. After Mixie came home from doing that time for me, I wanted her to meet my family. Me, knowing how my people were, I figured we could all go out to eat, keeping it on neutral grounds. Mixie wanted to get her hair, nails, and all that other shit done, wanting to impress my people, so we drove separate ‘cause I didn’t want her making me late.
Frankee got to the restaurant right after me. My sister hated being late anywhere. We ended up sitting at the bar talking and shit while we waited on everyone else. If you knew me and my sister, you knew we were close as fuck. She’d always been my best friend, and I was hers. Frankee Michelle couldn’t do no wrong in my eyes. When we got together, we always cut up, talking shit and laughing with each other. I guess Mixie saw us at the bar, and we seemed too friendly. She came over and showed her ass. Her dumb ass knew about my sister, why she didn’tthink to see what the fuck was going on before she showed her ass.
Frankee didn’t take disrespect too well, and needless to say, she fucked Mixie up that night. Since then, Frankee wasn’t fucking with Mixie, and by default, my mama didn’t either. After she heard what happened, it was a wrap on Mixie being accepted by my family–aside from my dad. He really didn’t give a fuck one way or another. As long as Frankee was the one who won the fight. Big Frank said he didn’t get involved with petty female drama. A nigga even cut Mixie off for a while after that, but she wasn’t letting up off a nigga. I wasn’t a heartless ass nigga, she did take a charge for me. I started back fucking with her eventually, but I usually didn’t bring Mixie around my family.
“Whatever.” Mixie pouted. “I wish you would just tell me what the hell is going on so I can sit in the car. Being around your family makes me uncomfortable.”
“Shit, being around yo’ people makes my ass itch, but I deal with that shit.” I cut my eyes at her, Mixie got on my nerves with her attitude sometimes.
“Not everyone can be born with money.” Mixie snapped back at me like she always did whenever her family got brought up.
I wasn’t the nigga to talk or look down on a mutha fucka ‘cause they had less than me. Hell, my favorite auntie lived in the projects to this day, and I stayed at her house. My issue with Mixie’s people wasn't ‘cause they were broke or where they lived. Them mutha fuckas were nasty as fuck. I mean, the type of nasty they would have a garbage bag sitting next to them, but they’d still throw their trash on the floor. They acted like roaches and mice were pets instead of pests. Then on top of all the filth they lived in, her parents had the nerve to have three dogs. When I say they let them dogs shit and piss everywhere, it was disgusting.
Mixie’s delusional ass thought I was finna buy them a condo like the one we stayed in. I told her she had me fucked up in the worst way. I’d be damned if they wasted my hard earned money so they could fuck up my shit. I barely let her parents come over to our crib either. Mixie took after their asses when it came to cleaning up. I couldn’t tell you how many times I had to cuss her out for doing some trifling ass shit. She almost got put the fuck out ‘cause of that shit. Her ass ended up hiring a maid, and I didn’t even give a fuck as long as my crib stayed clean.
“What the fuck money got to do with being clean? A mutha fucka can have money and still be dirty as fuck like yo’ people.”
“So, you can talk shit about my family, but I can’t talk about yours? Make that make sense.” Mixie looked at a nigga with disgust.
“I’m speakin’ facts. Yo’ people nasty as fuck,” I spat, pulling into my parents’ long driveway that led to their mini mansion that sat on a hill.
“What the fuck ever, Faheem. Make this shit quick so I can go on about my day.” Mixie threw her hands up. Blowing her funky ass breath, she looked out the window. Getting out of my car as soon as I came to a stop behind my sister's custom pink Hell Cat SRT, I left Mixie’s mad ass sitting in the car. A few seconds later, I heard Mixie getting out of my car slamming my door. I knew she did that to piss me off, but I wasn't going to feed into her dumb shit.
“For someone who didn’t want to be here, you walkin’ up to that door fast as fuck.” I picked with Mixie, tryna lighten up her sour mood.
“Leave me alone,” she grumbled, trying to snatch away from me when I came up behind her and pulled her into my embrace.
“Stop tryna act like you don’t want a nigga to be on you,” I said into her ear then kissed her on her neck. She eventuallyrelaxed into my body. “I ain’t tryna beef with you, Mixie. We got enough shit going on. Let’s chill.”
Sighing heavily, Mixie turned around facing me. “I know, baby. I’ma chill out,” Mixie said as she stood up on her tippy toes kissing me on the lips.
I kissed her back, then smacked her on the ass, just as my parents' front door opened. “ ‘Heem!” I heard my sister exclaim. Her ass was being petty ‘cause she was never this excited to see me. Mixie stepped to the side as Frankee came giving me a big hug.
“What you and Daddy got going on?” Frankee asked as soon as I let her go.
“I’m just an innocent bystander.” I chuckled, following Frankee as she led us into our parents’ house.
“Unh-unh, I know for a fact y’all both on some bullshit the way Daddy keeps smirking and looking at the door.” Frankee looked over her shoulder with a face that said she didn’t believe me.
Frankee wasn’t dumb; she knew us well enough to know when some funny shit was going on with us. Daddy’s old ass was smirking ‘cause he thought this shit was funny. It was okay ‘cause a nigga like me always got the last laugh.
