[Song: So High ~ Ski mask the slump god]
I offered to just walk to Handro's house but he insisted on ordering me an uber, said something about its to dark for me to be walking by myself. I hope he didn't expect me to be all dressed up cause I was still wearing the clothes Fenix let me borrow and my white crocs.
As the uber came to a slow stop I thanked the driver and got out going up to Handro's front door. I didn't wanna knock in case his mom was asleep so I texted him.
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Almost as if on que he opened the door, his dark curls in a frizz and his face lit up by the blue tinted moon light. We were dressed almost the same except he wore basketball shorts. Smirking he asked "Are you gonna come in?" Snapping me out of my thoughts I quickly answered.
"Hmm Yea," I continued through the door he held open for me.
"Hola mija! Why here so late?" His mom asked walking out of the kitchen,
"Es que Ale needed some help on his homework so of course he had to call me last minute, pero perdón [but sorry] if it's to late I could go?" I pointed my thumb towards the door.
"No, esta bien [its ok] go ahead take as long as you need, anyways ya me voy a dormir [im going to sleep]"
"Night ma,"
"Goodnight Ms.Corranza!," we both said heading to Handro's room. I dropped down on his bed, Handro laying next to me.
"Ale needed help on his homework?" He spoke nudging me in my side
"I know, totally could've come up with a more believable excuse right?" I sighed.
"You could've said we was goin to rob a bank and hold people at gun point," he propped himself up looking down at me.
"I'm telling you she would've believed it just as much,"
"Yea that sounds fun actually we should do that," I giggled.
"So whatchu wanna chop it up about," I sat up,
"Come on," He grabbed my hand. Quietly lifting the window up,
"Lady's first," he motioned,
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Our Trek to this mystery destination only lasted a couple minutes, we seemingly ended up an abandoned skatepark.
"Woah," I stood taking in all the graffiti, at least part of the graffiti that my eyes allowed me to see in the dark.
"This isn't all," Handro spoke,
"Over here," He lead me to a metal stair case connected to the side of a two story brick building which ended at the roof.
"This is beautiful what the fuck," I marveled looking down at all the L.A lights,
"Yea? You like it?" He asked putting his arm around my shoulders,
"I love it," I replied leaning into him.
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"Bro Im pretty sure you wearing one of my shirt," He commented as we layed next to eachother on the warm cement floor of the roof looking up at the stars.
"Fenix let me borrow it."
"Fuck you borrow that nigga clothes for?" He said irritated,
"Um, it's kind of an embarrassing story actually,"
"you just gon hide shit from me, Ok." He turned his head forward,
"Bro I dead ass had blood on my fuckin clothes."
"Y'all really out here killing people without me, damn cant even invite a nigga to a murder," he muttered crossing his arms,
"No pendejo [stupid] I started my monthly,"
"Oh, uh, you aight?" He said awkwardly scratching his head,
"Yes Im fine," I laughed shaking my head,
"Anyways that's definitely mine," He sat up looking down at the black t shirt I wore,
"Ohh, that sounds like a you problem," I shrugged,
"Gimme my mufuckin shirt," He began lifting it revealing my stomach.
"Nooo," I yelled pushing his arm away,
"The fuck ima do, be out here in my bra?"
"You prolly look better like that anyways," He started back up pulling my shirt again,
"Handro," I yelled, slapping his arms away,
"Leave me alone foo,"
"Ight ima get it sooner or later," he noted laying back down,
"So what did you bring me here for?" I finally asked,
"Ion know I just thought you would like it,"
"I do, honestly," I answered, "Who did all the graffiti? It's dope,"
"Me," he replied,
"are you serious?" I said surprised,
"Dead serious, I been doing it since I was at least 8,"
"It's amazing, I wish I could do something like that,"
He spoke Looking my way, "You can do what ever you want mamas, the world is yours,"
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Laughing, "Aight aight," I began, "Favorite movie go!"
"Scarface,"
"Napoleon Dynamite!"
"Napoleon Dynamite," He snickered,
"What it's funny!",
"anyways you said Scarface and I ain't neva seen that shit in my life," I shrugged,
"Well now ima have to force you to watch it," He confirmed,
"If you watch Napoleon Dynamite I'll watch Scarface,"
"Ok bet," He agreed,
"Ight now it's my turn to ask a question,"
"Go ahead," I nodded, "Who was your first kiss?"
"Well fuck we gettin straight to it goddamn it," I joked brows raised,
"You already know we gettin straight da fuck to it,"
"Ugh you're gonna laugh at me," I whined,
"I know it can't be that bad bru," he shook his head at me
"It really is that bad actually,"
"Come on shorty I swear I'm not gon laugh, and plus I'm telling you mine to and you better not laugh at me neither," he said,
"we're telling it at the same time ok?"
"Ok," he agreed,
"Ready?" I started counting down, "3..2..1!"
"Angel!"
"Ama-" he stopped, "Wait what da fuck, ain't that nigga ya best friend?"
"Yes, and you weren't supposed to laugh at me!" I yelled,
"mean I wasn't laughing I was just asking a valid question as to why you Esme was kissing your best friend."
"We were in middle school and plus it doesn't matter cause we were young and stupid and had no feelings for eachother, we just did it cause we thought we had to," I shrugged,
"So you ain't never had a true first kiss until me?"
"I mean if that counts then yes, I've never had a true first kiss until you," I mumbled the last part slightly embarrassed,
"How the fuck? I'm a lucky ass nigga then," He looked at me,
"Whatchu mean, you prolly kissed hella girls that look better than me," I said glaring at him
He turned my way, "don't even lie cause you know you have," I said with raised brows,
"I know I haven't messed wit a girl like I have with you in a long time, in maybe ever." He paused getting closer to me,
"Do you like me?" I blurted immediately regretting even asking the question after he didn't respond as quick as I though he would,
"I do, a lot actually," he brought his hand up to my chin,
"Why?"
"Bro how could I not?" he said looking down at my lips, bring myself closer to him I brought our lips together melting into his,
"soft ass lips," he mumbled onto mine, I lightly giggled bringing my hand up to his neck.
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"Ok since we're asking questions can we talk about something more serious? Like how was life growing up?" I asked propping myself up,
"Lowkey my child hood was kinda tuff," he shrugged,
"Same,"
"We were poor, my dad was locked up for some drug dealing and gang affiliation shit so most of my childhood my mom was really the only one around. Then later on when I was like 15 he was released and I tried to create a relationship with him but things were never normal, like I couldn't just act like nothing ever happened when he missed out on my whole childhood but he was deported soon after so.
"Damn," was all I could say,
"I always pictured myself calling him when I get my riches, when my music shit gets big and I'm on the come up," he shrugged
"Yea? Well that's definitely gonna happen I promise,"
"What about you?"
"Well my childhood is really the only time I can remember being happy. I had a really good relationship with my dad, but he got in a bad car accident and passed away when I was 12. My mom became really depressed after and she started drinking, she was just spiraling out of control with that shit."
"That's fucked up," He said shaking his head,
"I know right? back then I was so bitter about it I mean it made me feel so alone like 'I'm putting up with the same shit as you' ya know,"
"Yea, she ever talk to you about it?" He asked,
"No, really the only person I had to talk to was Angel,"
"Man we both fucked up," he chuckled,
"Right?" I smirked, deep down I knew we were all just keeping a secret and I felt bad to not be able to tell mine.
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