[ Kayden AKA KJ ]
Omniscient
"You ready loc?"
Kayden asked his homeboy Kross, as they pulled up to the big house that belonged to the Wrights. Kross shrugged his shoulder before unfastening his seatbelt and opening the car door.
The two guys walked up to the door, stepping onto the concrete porch that had a cobblestone walkway paved into it with walkway lights that automatically came on in the evening.
"Yall live good as fuck up here man," Kross said in his raspy voice.
"It's aight. It's just a house and grass no different from yo hood"
Kayden shrugged his shoulders as he rung the doorbell. Kross looked down at his all-white Nike's before hearing the door click, then opening.
"Wassuh nigga"
Kross watched as a caramel colored dude with bright brown eyes that were slightly slanted, and a fresh line up with waves dap KJ up.
Kross couldn't help but notice his Blue and white Burberry plaid t-shirt and a pair of ACNE jeans on.
"Aint shut cuh" Kayden grinned, looking over at Kross. "Aye Kross dis my cuz Bryson. Bryson dis my boy, Kross"
Bryson head nodded, "Wassuh cuh"
"Cuh?" Kross said as he jerked his head back.
With the same reaction, Bryson jerked his head back as well, looking Kross up and down.
"Yea...cuh...you piru or sum?" Bryson raised a brow.
"Fuck nah, I'm jus sayin. Whats yo set?"
"KP why?"
"Kelly Park?" Kross raised a brow.
"Affiliated?"
"Yeah"
Bryson held the door open for his cousin and his guest to come inside the house. Kross couldn't help but admire the home as KJ and Bryson engaged in small talk as they made their way to the living room.
Kross admired the showcase of awards won from MTV, Rock Hall of Fame, and other awards that were honored to NWA, best rap group, Business Mogul awarded to Eric "Eazy-E" Wright and many other plaques from Bryson and Cali in their academics.
"Damn," Kross said out loud
This muthafucka father is Eazy fuckin E. These niggas ain't gotta struggle fa' shit.
"You good Kay?" KJ asked.
Kross turned, looking over his shoulder to see KJ and Bryson staring at him. He didn't wanna come off too star struck and shit, but this became insane to him.
"Yeah I'm straight nigga"
Kross began to walk towards the living room and sat down on the plush couch that was caramel coffee colored.
"This house nice as hell man"
"Thanks," Bryson said, sitting down and picking up the PlayStation 4 controllers and playing 2k on the flat screen that was mounted on the wall.
"Where Cali at?" KJ asked, looking over at Kross who tried to act like he wasn't the least concerned about her.
"She should be up in her room. She been in her room all day"
"CALI" Bryson shouted
Cali Serenity
I was in my bedroom listening to the sounds of Katy Perry's, I kissed a Girl
I was taking my hair out of the pin curls I did the night before so I could let my hair hang down, full of life and bouncy just like I liked it.
"CALI!" I heard Bryson's voice call from downstairs.
I tried ignoring his big ass mouth as I continued to sing along with Katy as she played through my Pink Beats Pill that my Uncle Dre gave me as a gift for my birthday.
it felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it
I wiggled my hips as I stood in front of my full-length mirror that was behind my door.
Today I was just in a good mood and decided to link up with one of my girls from school named Amanda. A white girl who was down for the get down and she was such a sweetheart.
I was gonna go pick her up from her house then make our ways to Beverly Hills, she said she could get the hook up for lunch and I was never turning down a meal.
Sporting an all-white Celine baby tee stopping right at my belly button, hip-hugging Balmain jeans with gold zippers that gave it that "pop" I just felt like no one was stepping to me, period.
My door creaked open, causing me to jump back with my hand still in my hair taking out a bobby pin.
"Nigga" Bryson voice bellowed as he poked his head in my room. "You aint hear me callin you?"
"I did but I'm busy as you can see"
"Girl yo hair still fucced up"
Bryson laughed, opening the door wider and leaning on it. I rolled my eyes as I tried to close his ass in the door.
"Get ouuuutt!" I whined, damn near closing him in the door.
"Hold up, KJ downstairs"
"And?!"
"He wanted to see you"
"Okay? He can bring his black ass upstairs then"
I turned around, walking towards my phone that was resting on my makeup vanity. I began shuffling through my songs, stopping at I Luv This Sh*t by August Alsina.
That is one man that if he ever asked me to skip school and come kick it with him, please school who? I'm gonee!
"Wassup watermelon head"
KJ entered my room and grabbing me in his arms, causing me to laugh. KJ was always playing entirely too much but that was my Ace growing up.
It was always us three though, Bryson, KJ, then me and sometimes Trey would come around and we would all play together, got ass whoopings together, sleepovers and all.
It was sometimes rather lonesome being the only girl, but I got a lot of attention from daddy and my uncles because of it.
"Hey" I smiled, pushing him off me. "You wanted to know if I was home for what?
"Oh, someone wanted to check on you cause he was worried"
"he?" I questioned with a raised brow.
"Come here cuh" KJ laughed like the big ass troublesome kid he was.
And my mouth went dry seeing this fine specimen walk into my room. Tall, handsome with his pretty ass hair and those mysterious ass eyes that never had any emotion.
My eyes looked up at him as he looked at me. I could see some of his tattoos on his arms and boy was my mouth watering.
"Wassup lil mama"
My lips slightly parted but nothing came out. I think he is so fine but its something about him that makes me nervous as hell.
God this man is so fine, but he can't stay in my room. That's just what I need, him to be in my room and mommy or daddy comes home.
"Hey...Kross?" I said, making sure I got his name right.
"Quit playin nigga, you know his fuckin name" KJ looked me up and down. "Tryna play like you don't know my homie"
"You can get out my room," I said with a fake smile plastered across my face.
I watched Bryson looked at Kross then KJ, giving him some type of head nod, signaling that Kross was cool.
I've never had any boys besides family inside of my room, and this probably would be my first and last time especially with my daddy lurking around.
"Come get that ass bussed in 2k Nigga," KJ said, leaving me and Kross alone.
Bryson looked back over his shoulder, "Don't get fucced up Cali"
"Bye"
I smiled closing the door behind them, leaving it half cracked because I didn't want to get ahead of myself.
Kross sat down in my fuzzy, pink swivel chair that was at my makeup vanity.
"I'm assuming pink is yo favorite color huh?" he licked his lips, rubbing his little peach fuzz on his chin.
"Uh...yesss-yesss Pink is my favorite color" I stammered, still flashing a smile as I totally forgot about my bobby pins that were still in my hair.
"And yours must be blue"
"Glad to see yo eyes working"
Kross stared at me before resting his elbows on his knees, folding his hands.
"You straight?"
"I mean...I think I am. I seem to be okay"
I shrugged, walking over to my speaker to turn down August's voice. I rather much hear Kross's voice right now.
"I ask cuz I know that night scared you bad. You were vomiting and shit"
He stared at me, causing me to look away. I try to block that night out cause I don't want to think about those gunshots, the blood splattered on their clothing, the assault, none of it.
"Well, I appreciate the concern. I'm okay...really" I continued to take out my bobby pins, facing the mirror.
I could feel Kross's eyes on my backside, so I decided to poke my hip out a little more, giving him more of a view.
"So uhh...where you going?" he asked.
"Out with a friend"
"What's her name?"
I turned around, raising a brow at his nosiness.
"How you figure it's a girl?" I questioned back, waiting for his answer. Look at daddy being all concerned bout me
"Cuh please, by the looks of who yo daddy is I doubt you get out a lot" he smirked, shaking his head.
" Ya daddy an OG, he aint havin that shit"
"I do what I want" I scoffed.
"Oh yeah?"
"YES!" I shouted, looking him dead in the eyes.
Kross stood up from the chair and made his way towards me.
"Prove it"
He walked up to me, invading my personal space. His tall body hovered over top my short stature, as he stared me in the eyes.
"Come kick it wit a nigga after dark"
Yes, daddy, I will.
I waved him off, " Sorry...only thing that's opened after dark is 7-11 and legs"
"You say that like it's a bad thang"
"You are such a dog" I rolled my eyes.
He chuckled before walking past me and opening the door.
"You coo beloved. I just wanted to check on you'n shit, make sure you was good you know? Ima holla at you another time and go out with yo friend, I'll see you again"
"Okay," I softly answered.
I stared at Kross as he turned to give me one last look with those mysterious, sexy eyes before walking away and heading downstairs.
I felt like a little girl who was in love. I closed the door and flew back into the bunch of pillows on my bed, sighing with my eyes closed and smiling wide.
God, he is fine, but I know he is not something I am ready for.