Abel squirmed as he looked at the food. "And where's the meat?" He asked, pointedly.
"There's no need for meat in this meal. The cabbages make up for it. Besides... our body doesn't always need meat."
Abel scoffed. "They hell if it don't. I'm Mexican Z, and Mexicans need meat." He countered. "Hell, Haitians need meat too!"
Zadia rolled her eyes, adding more food onto the plates. "You can't speak for all Mexicans and Haitians, Abel."
"Whatever, bruh. So can I spend a night or what?"
Zadia sighed. "Hit up your aunt and ask her if it's cool first. If she says yes, then sure. But you're sleeping on the floor though because I don't know you like that... and because it would be very inappropriate for you to sleep in my bed."
"I'm taking offense to that. I know that your family disowned you, and you know about my dad. So we basically already know each other on a personal level. And if you ask me, I think were thick as thieves already. Probably from a past life." Said Abel. "I can't sleep on the floor... I've got back problems."
"You're sixteen, I highly doubt that." She responded, warming up her plate. "Therefore, the floor it is. Besides, I heard that sleeping on the floor is good for a bad back." Thunder roared from outside, causing Abel to frown. He didn't like the rain much. "Not a fan of the rain?" Zadia asked, taking notice.
"Nah, ion like it."
"It's, I don't like it."
Abel sucked his teeth. "So you can correct me all you want but I can't sleep on your bed? And didn't you hear it's rude to correct people."
Zadia shrugged as the microwave timer went off. She took her food out and placed it on the counter. "Yes, yes I can. And it's only rude if I'm not doing it for a good cause. We're meant to correct each other as humans... it's how we learn from our mistakes and adjust. Me correcting you is benefiting you in the future."
"It really isn't. I know how to speak... proper lingo. I just like speaking our lingo. It's what I like and it's comfortable for me. That's all. I know when and where to speak how I do and who to do it in front of. You feel me?"
Zadia nodded, putting his plate into the microwave. "I know what you're talking about. It's kinda like how our voices change when we're talking to white people versus when talking to one another."
Abel laughed. "Yeah, it's exactly like that. How come you don't have any friends? Like I get why you don't have family... but friends... why not?" He questioned, walking into the kitchen. Abel took two plastic cups and poured the water from the fridge into them.
"Well first off, friends are overrated. Second, I don't need them..." She cleared her throat. "Third, what's the point of having friends and family if they all, eventually... leave you in the end? Everyone always leaves... which is why it's better to just be... alone." She hated how bland she sounded, but it was the truth. At least to her, it was. "You won't get disappointed when they finally walk out of your life. You'll feel relief in never having to deal with it."
"You know what that tells me?"
"What?"
"That you need friends."
Zadia chuckled, grabbing her plate. "Seriously?"
"Yes... that was dark as hell. But it also tells me that there's more to you not wanting friends. So spill, we've got time."
Zadia sets her plate down on the island and sits. "Fine, I'll spill but stop stalling and call your aunt already. Tell her the truth, because I don't want any problems."
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