Diverging paths framed by an unbreakable bond. As childhood friends, they dreamt of shared success, but life dealt them separate cards. Separated by circumstance, their connection persists through letters, each missive a lifeline between contrasting...
"Watch ya mouth, K," De warned. It wasn't a lie; that's the main reason he called her Tig to begin with.
"Fuck yall muthafuckas. Let's get this over with so I can get yall outta my face," K said and made his way to the booth to lay his vocals first.
"What he say fuck me for?" Dalvin held a hand to his chest, looking at the other two people in the room with him. JoJo shrugged and went back to his magazine as De faced the soundboard.
By the end of the session, De and K had hugged it out and apologized.
"My bad De, I ain't mean no harm for real. I was a lil sour that she beat my ass that one time. I ain't gone mess wit ya girl no mo' aight?" He passed DeVante the blunt.
"You good, man. Y'all always was going at it. Just, this shit sensitive, you feel me? It's shit that y'all don't know about. Hell, ion even know it all." He took a pull, letting the chronic fill his lungs.
"You feeling guilty ain't you?" He asked; the taller man turned to look at him.
"If I had brought her down here wit us, maybe she'd be thriving. She wouldn't be in no trouble."
"You really thought she was gone leave her lil brotha behind to come up here wit us? She made her decision, De. Don't beat yourself up over something you don't have any control over."
"You right, man. I just- I wanna help her."
"Don't give up so much of yourself in the process. You're a givin muthafucka, I know she ain't gone let you give but so much. I also know you ain't gone let her see how much of yourself you're giving to this situation. Be smart about it," he tried to warn him.
"I know what I'm doing, K." He waved him off and proceeded to take another pull. Justine was one of his closest friends since a child. She may be a little rough around the edges, but that's what he loved about her.
She wasn't scared to be herself. She didn't put on a persona of being a goody two shoes; what you saw is what she had to offer. How affectionate and brutally honest she was inspired him. Her great company, and the way she made him feel secure are the things he appreciated her for bringing to his life.
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DeVante found himself at his apartment, sitting on the couch. Once comfortable, he reached for the house phone as well as his phonebook. After looking through the proper section, the intended number was dialed.
"Jones Detectives Agency, how can I help you?" a woman answered.
"How you doin', I'm looking for Artie?"
"I'm well; he's actually in the office, so I'll patch you right through. Do you mind giving me a name?"
"Augh, I'm sorry ma'am. Names Don."
"Ok Don, I'll put ya through. Enjoy the rest of your evening, hun."
