𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔 ৎ୭

XXXVII

Mercedes April Porter
Baton Rouge, Louisiana

I've always wanted to start my own business, I just never went through with it. But lately it's really been on my mind. I started writing ideas and everything.

I want to do a beauty line with skin care and makeup products. And I think imma go through with my ideas soon.

I've been making notes of brand names and ideas while D plays his game.

"D." I call out.

"Yea?" He answers.

"I'm hungry." I sit up in bed.

"Oh?" He doesn't look away from the game.

"Feed me negro." I throw a pillow at his head.

"You ain't handicap."

"Is we going out to get dinner or we ordering?" I sit up

"I'm in the middle of a game holdon." He says.

"Fuck that game, I'm hungry." My stomach growls.

"Getcho ass up and cook den." He shrugs.

"I'm good on that." I shake my head.

"This is ridiculous, we spend like a thousand dollars on fast food each month." He smacks his teeth.

"You spend a thousand on fast food." I correct him.

"Yea now ian buying you shit." He lies.

"I'm finna order from McDonald's whatchu want?" I ask, pulling up DoorDash.

"Uhhh, a quarter pounder, a fry, and Coke." He tells me.

"Aight."

"You need my card?"

"Nope." I make our order.

"You sho?"

"Yessss." I nod.

"Hand me my phone." He demands making me scrunch my face up.

"What typa obedient bitch do you think I-"

"Hand me phone please, damn." He corrects himself.

"Here baby." I smile.

He reads a text while I finalize our order.

"My momma'nem coming over. It's sumn important." He tosses his phone back on the bed.

"Fuck they need?" I roll my eyes.

"Ion know Mercedes." He says with an attitude.

"Why are you mad?" I ask.

"I ain't." He lies.

"Why are you acting mad then?"

"I'm not mad, damn." He smacks his teeth.

"Yes you are."

"You really irritating me right na." He mumbles.

"My bad, I'll go irritate Antwon instead." I get up to leave.

"Sitcho lil ass back down on that muthafuckin bed." He sits down his controller.

"Why you mad?" I cross my arms but ultimately sit back down.

"Cuz, you always fighting wit my family and it stress me the hell out." He sighs.

"Yo family started with me! They ain't like me since day 1, the shit you tell them just fuel they hatred fa me!" I explain.

"You be starting shit too." He shakes his head.

"No the fuck I don't! You see me try and be cordial and them hoes keep triggering me!"