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Day Valentine

I throw my bag up and grab the bar. I pull myself up on the top bunk.

The boarding house is pretty nice.

I fucks with Baltimore already. 

"I wanted the top bunk. I'm tellin," Brenden complains.

I look down at Danny in the bunks beside me.

"You must want a black eye too," I sign to him so he can tell Brenden.

Danny laughs.

"Brenden," he starts.

"Yo Bob the Builder head ass must want a black eye too," he tells him.

I laugh and turn around and unlock my phone.

To Daddy:

"Feining for Taco Bell," I text him.

"Nigga what are you doing?" I hear.

I roll over and look down on Amir talking to Danny.

"I'm not gunna sleep up there."

I laugh to myself.

I used to have bunk beds at my old house before I had to move.

Amir used to always sleep at the top, but over time his sleeping just got more and more wild  until that nigga fell and cracked his head open on my dresser.

Dumb ass.

"Man Amir you better take you and yo three earrings and man the fuck up."

I laugh and Admir looks up. He jumps at me.

Bitch.

"Man miss me with that fuck nigga shit Daniel," he says to Danny.

Amir turns and pushes him.

"Ite bruh, rock, paper scissors."

"One round," Amir says.

Danny smacks his lips.

I watch.

"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot," they both say.

Damnnn.

"Paper cover you my mans."

Amir sighs and pulls himself onto the top bed.

"I'm tired," he signs to me.

I smile.

"Me too," I sign.

He dangles his arm off the side of his bed. I point to Danny.

"Slap him," I sign.

He slips himself off the bed half way and slaps the fuck out of him.

"Ahh!"

"Haha!" Amir laughs.

I reach over to Amir and dap him up.

"You white devil!" Amir screams at Danny stupidly and slaps him again.

Danny yanks his arm and Amir falls to the floor. I lean over with my mouth formed in an O. Amir stands up and looks like he finna hit Danny.

"Who knows if the devils black or white anyways he wouldn't necessarily have a race-"

Amir, Danny, and my face goes stale as hell.

We look at Brenden.

"Brenden shut the fuck up!" Amir and Danny tell him at the same time.

I laugh.

I miss my homies.

My phone goes off.

From Daddy:

"You better come downstairs before curfew."

Nigga.

I light up and literally slide off my bed like I don't have bones in my body.

"Where are you going? It's almost 10:30," Brenden asks.

"I'll be back," I wave them off and stuff my feet in my shoes.

I leave and look around in the hall.

If he got Taco Bell I'ma die.

I walk down these long ass stairs and walk past some white lady from school.

She's an older student.

"Fifteen minutes until room check."

... okay?

I ignore the shit out of her, turn corners, then end up getting lost. I stop and scratch my head.

Dimitri Marcello

I sniff the air.

"Eh chipotle is better," I talk to myself.

I walk past a hall we're not even supposed to be on. I back track and smile.

The hell is he doing?

I sneak up behind him.

"Fuck you doing," I scare him.

He kicks his self into fight mode.

"Chill," I tell him.

I kiss him on his forehead and hold his bag in front of him. He smiles really wide and relaxes his shoulders.

Mmhm.

He tries to grab it from me, but I hold it in the air. His face goes straight

"What?" He signs.

I hold my hand out.

"Pay up," I smirk.

"Left my wallet upstairs," he signs straight faced and annoyed.

I grab his arm and pull him into a random corner.

"I don't need money."

"Then what you need then? What kind of young nigga do you think I am Mr. Marcello?"

I laugh.

Oh he wanna play.

I hook his chin and kiss him. He pulls away.

"Stop playing with me," I tell him.

"Can I have my food?" He asks with a smile.

Lil daddy is so cute.

"Thank you," he signs before I give it to him.

He yanks it away and walks away from me.

"Chipotle is better!"

He turns around and flicks me off. It frustrates me.

He lowkey wants to fuck again. I know it.

"Stop doing that shit," I say in a quieter voice, but he just keeps walking away.

I sigh and pull my phone out.

He's not just gonna walk away from me.

To Lil Daddy:

"You got one more time to flick me off little boy," I text him.

I start making my way to my room. My phone goes off.

From Lil Daddy:

"🖕🏽."

My lips part is disbelief while I walk down the hall.

"This muthafuc-"

"Mr. Marcello," I look up from my phone out of the corner of my eye.

I put my phone away.

"My apologies, Mrs?"

"Ms," she corrects.

"Ms. Franklin, I'm Sydney's mother," she says and smiles at me.

I try to keep my face from going straight as hell.

This woman raised a skeezer.

I reach my hand out to shake hers. She wraps her small light toned fingers around mine and looks at me with a look I'm not too comfortable with.

I laugh out awkwardly. I let my hand fall. She side eyes me.

"See you around Mr. Marcello," she says and walks away.

Well the apple didn't fall too far from the tree.

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