“On my way home, bitch. Why are you all over here? Are you good?”
“Yeah, we’re sliding through in a bit. Shorty needs some air. Is my sister cooking?” I had fucked around and had some of Ommy’s chicken noodle soup a few weeks ago, now I was hooked on whatever she cooked.
North laughed. “Nigga yeen slick.”
“Ain’t tryna be. That’s my fucking sister. She said I could eat whenever she cooked.” His ass was stingy, and he knew it.
He laughed me off. “We’re headed to pick up Ssiah. We should be at the crib in a few.”
When I hung up with my brother my eyes found themselves on Surah. I was in deep dumb ass love with her little ass and the night everything went down solidified that for me. The fucked up part about it was that I still didn’t know who pulled up shooting, and not for my lack of trying. I told myself that once she was out of the woods I’d bleed these fucking streets, but then my mother died. It didn’t matter to me though, because nothing would stop me from finding out who came through blasting that night. Right now, they probably thought they got away with some shit, but I was determined to catch a nigga when he least expected it. I wanted a nigga’s head when his guards were down, and he was on top of the world. This shit was far from over, but I took great pride in letting a nigga think it was.
Just like I thought she would, she got her ass lost in this fucking store talking about all of the shit she needed. I couldn’t believe I had even allowed her ass to drag me in here, it was a fucking trick because I for sure only expected her to be able to go through this store for about twenty minutes. Especially because they didn’t have any of those moving chairs.
“Yo, we’re about to get out of here.”
“Why? I’m ok?—”
“Surah, is that you? Oh my God girl I thought you?—”
“Bitch go find you some business.” Surah didn’t even get the chance to look away from the shampoo aisle she was obsessed with.
“You don’t have to talk to me like that. She’s still my fucking friend even though we had our misunderstanding.”
Surah started laughing. “Girl bye. Baby, do you want to try the Tea Tree mint or Vanilla-Coconut?” she had dismissed Bobby and now she was focused on me.
“Get both of them.” I didn’t take my eyes off old girl’s snake ass. She was the type to hit my bitch with a buggy to get her lick back. It would be just her luck too because I didn’t go anywhere without my shit. For old girls’ sake I was glad that she walked away. I didn’t have to catch a body in my girl’s favorite store.
We spent about an hour longer in the Target before I told her ass we had to go or we weren’t getting shit. That was enough for her to follow me to the register. After we did the self-checkout, I paid for everything and we left. I was glad for that, because I was starving, and she needed to sit her ass down. Fuck it, I needed her to sit her ass down. It didn’t take us long to get to my brother’s place considering this nigga stayed in the busiest part of the burbs. I didn’t know how he dealt with it. Folks were too loud and those damn trains. I hated anything that was unnecessarily loud. The closest things to me were the trees and that gave me nothing but peace.
“Did you call yo’ mama back?” I asked her when I parked in North’s driveway.
“No. I will but she wasn’t calling for me. She was calling to check on her son-in-law.” Her facial expression after saying that had a nigga cracking up. I met her the night at the hospital and then had her out to the crib for two weeks while Surah recuperated. She would’ve still been at the crib had Surah not put her out. I liked her moms, and she said exactly what the fuck was on her mind at all points.
“You mad? Fuck it, give mom dukes my number that way she ain’t gotta call your funky attitude having ass.”
“I don’t have a funky attitude. I just don’t understand why she is so attached to you. Does she not realize that you have a stank ass attitude and you’re mean as fuck?”
“Because you are. Girl, you love me, just like I love your crippled ass.”
“Namari.”
“What? Say you don’t.” I sent a mug in her direction.
“I do love you, but you didn’t have to call me crippled asshole.” She crossed her arms across her chest.
“Aight, I’m sorry yeen cripple. Lemme kiss it and make it better.” I leaned across the middle console to kiss her.
She leaned forward to kiss me but stopped a few inches in front of me. “Tell me you love me back first.”
I smiled. “I love you too, Surah.”
Then she smashed her lips into mine. When I pulled back, I got out of the car and adjusted myself before going to her side.
“Now if only you could take some dick, I’d love you more.”
“And there you go killing the moment with your nasty ass.” She sucked her teeth.
“What? I’m just saying.” I helped her out then opened the back seat door, to grab our bag. I had to remind her that this was only one night, because she was packing for three or four days.
