Above.

Chapter 22 - Shallow Grave.

Yasmine always knew how to get back in heaven. One dose of anesthesia and she was there. However, she had no clue on how to get someone back on earth. In fact, there was no way to do it.

"Well Wendell I can't do that." Yasmine sighed. "Once you have your wings, you-"

"What up, niggas!" Victor and Oscar smiled as they came back and sat down. "We back."

Wendell looked at the two then stood up and started making his way home.

"I'ma call it a day early." Wendell said as he started walking across the street. "Bye y'all."

"Bye?" Victor said, scrunching his eyebrows at him.

The boys watched him walk off, then started laughing as they smoked their weed.

"I wonder about that nigga, sometimes." Oscar chuckled, blowing out his smoke.

"Wendell the type of nigga that talks to his teddy bears and shit!" Victor scoffed.

After the joke, both Victor and Oscar started laughing uncontrollably. They were jokesters. Yasmine on the other hand, wasn't laughing.

"You guys should really be mindful of his feelings." Yasmine said in a serious tone. "Do y'all ever wonder why he don't say anything back?"

"What?" Victor said.

"Don't try to kill our vibe just because your little boyfriends is out, cottage cheese." Oscar grinned. "I know you miss them and all...."

Yasmine snarled and looked away, then turned back and gave him a sneaky look.

"Oh of course y'all are gonna talk about Wendell. He's the softest." Yasmine smiled. "But y'all wouldn't dare talk to Benji like that."

"Man ain't nobody scared of that 8 foot y'all ass nigga." Victor giggled.

"Well what about Trayvon?"

"Ain't nobody afraid of that pretty boy ass nigga either." Oscar laughed.

"Please. If Trayvon were to square up with one of y'all niggas, he'd whoop your ass." Yasmine laughed. "Don't even front."

"Yeah but if he was to give you that dick I'm pretty sure your attitude would straighten out, wouldn't it?" Oscar smiled.

Yasmine gave him an evil look as him and Victor started laughing once again, then stormed up off of the bench.

"I'm going home you assholes." Yasmine said as she started to walk off. "Bye."

"Hold on hold on hold on." Victor said as he took his blunt away from his lips, holding his hand out. "Pause!"

Yasmine stopped and turned around, giving him a weird look.

"What?" Yasmine asked.

"Turn around."

As Yasmine turned the other way, Victor and Oscar's eyes widened in shock.

"DAMN." Both of them said out loud.

"What?!" Yasmine said as she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't get it!"

"Your booty ain't nowhere near as small anymore!" Oscar gasped. "Look at it!"

Yasmine tilted her head and looked behind her. Her butt wasn't super big, but it was nowhere near as small as it was before. It was actually full and plump.

"I don't......I don't know?" Yasmine gasped. "It just....happened over the month, I guess?"

"Nah nah I know what it is. You been eating nigga food with us everyday, that's why." Victor grinned. "All of that chicken, ribs, and bread flys straight to your ass when it gets into your system."