Cali Love

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Cali ❤

What's her name?

I must've forgot

Too many cities

Too many bottles

Too many thoughts

Too many problems

Not enough answers

Shawty, she a school girl

But at night she a dancer

I laid down on the bed as I allowed Pandora to do its thing playing K Camp's Marilyn Monroe through the sounds of my boyfriend's Bose soundbar speaker. He stays in the heart of Slauson Avenue. When my mother and I left the clinic, she dropped me off at home without uttering a word to me as she hopped back in her car to her hair salon in Compton, although we lived all the way near South Central.

My boyfriend, Kross nodded his head as he sat at his computer desk, rolling a nice fat blunt. I've tried the whole smoking thing, and I found out it's not really for me but I will indulge sometimes to put me to sleep. It seems like smoking was an inherited trait in my family. From my mother and father to my auntie and uncles, they do the shit like its second nature to breathing through their lungs. As my dad put it, "It's the Culture baby".

Before I drove down to South Central, I changed my clothes into a pair of High-Waist White Fashion Nova Jeans that showed off my badass shape, thanks to my mom. A pink tee that said " Cute Af"

With my double plated name chain that read " Cali" in script. I topped it off with a pair of Marc Jacob flip flops and a matching clutch purse and accessorizing with 14k gold bangles and hoop earrings that had my name in the middle.

Of course, I had to bring my homework with me. that's one less thing I wanted my mom to bitch about. Missing homework and class assignments.

"You good baby?"

I turned over to the sound of my boyfriend's semi-raspy voice as he looked at me with his low, red eyes already.

"Yeah. I'm good" I smiled.

He looked so good with his two neatly braided cornrows in his hair, a black and blue T-shirt that said: "The Marathon" and a pair of black Marathon Jogger pants. His socks were black and blue.

"You hungry?"

"Am I" I shrieked, sitting up in his bed, causing him to laugh.

"Aight, lemme smoke this blunt first and then we can hit up a spot round da way"

I nodded. I didn't give a damn where my man took me, long as I got something to eat. I don't know how I'm gonna eat without possibly vomiting around this nigga. The only thing I could keep down was Mediterranean salads, so maybe I'd beg him to take me to Urth Caffe up in Beverly Hills. I know he gonna cuss my ass out for wanting to go up to Beverly Hills but we'll see.

While my man smoked, I tried to keep my head buried in his pillow as I tried to avoid that strong shit he was smoking. My mind raced a million thoughts a second. When that doctor entered the room with those printed results, I crumbled to the floor and my mother struggled to pick me up off the floor. Me...a teenage mother? I don't know shit about being a fucking parent and here I am playing a grown woman's game. It's all fun and games when you busting nuts, right? But when those positive lines pop up, it changes everything.

15 minutes later, Kross was done with his blunt. He placed the roach clip in his ashtray before popping a piece of gum in his mouth and making his way to lay down next to me. I snuggled my head on his chest, looking up at him.