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Laundry day.

The washing machine in my condo broke last night while I was washing my comforter and I desperately needed to wash clothes; so the corner laundromat would have to do until my machine could be repaired.

I pull into the near empty parking lot and park near the door, grabbing my basket full of clothes before heading inside. I make my way to the washers in the corner, wanting to stay out of the way of the weirdos who were littered around the laundromat, waiting on their own clothes to finish up. After loading my clothes, detergent, and quarters in, I simply lean against the wall to wait.

There wasn't many clean surfaces to sit on and the ones that were clean were occupied. One bench had a white boy with long curly hair, ugly ass pants, and just a dirty demeanor. I look away and sigh softly.

I frowned looking at the raggedy laundromat. I was trying my hardest to keep all of my negative comments to myself. They claimed if you didn't have anything nice to say then don't say it at all, so I guess right now it's coming in handy.

I dig my airpods from my coat pocket and I push one in my ear, hoping that listening to music would distract me from my current location.

From the corner of my eye, I see a tall figure walking by me and sitting down next to the hippie on the bench. They exchange a few words before I hear the hippie speak.

"Ain't that the girl from The Shade Room?" He asked his friend. I was almost tempted to look up from my phone to mug him but instead, I ignored him.

Then a slightly deeper voice entered the conversation, "The Shade Room posts like a thousand times a day. I can't keep up with all they post."

He's a twenty something year old man who pays taxes yet he gets his news from the Shade Room. I don't know, that just doesn't sit well with me.

I looked up and over quickly before looking back down at my phone with a heavy sigh. My hand tightened around my phone as I refrained from speaking to the two crackas that was in my business...like don't do that.

Just a few moments later I saw one of them get up and walk over to me. It took everything not to scream.

"Hi, I'm Jack."

A hand extended out to me and I finally looked up from my phone. I look down at his hand before looking up into his eyes. I hesitantly go to shake his hand, "Yo' you shaking like hell." He laughed.

"I'm nervous," I said honestly. "Y'all be doing crazy shit down here."

"Down here?" He asked, moving his hand back down to his side.

"Yes, down here. I'm uncomfortable." I put my hands in my pockets and kept looking up at him. But then I looked away, his eye contact was making me even more uneasy. I take this time to check out what he was wearing. A basic green sweatshirt. A pair of basic grey sweatpants. And.. New Balances? Who the hell wears NB's? I look back up at him with a deep frown on my face.

I don't say anything, I just scoff and look back down at my phone.

"So...how are you?" He asked. I adjusted my airpod and didn't answer, hoping he would get the hint and walk away.

"Damn, you don't know how to speak anymore?"

"I do. I'm not finna waste my breath on a nigga who wear New Balances." I chuckled to myself, I didn't even have to look up from my phone to see his confidence falter. But it didn't falter enough because he kept speaking.

He took off his shoes carefully and set them aside, he put his hands in his pockets and looked at me. "How about now?"

The gesture made me internally smile. I looked up at him and crossed my arms again. "What do you want?"

"Yo' number." He looked down at me and that's when I noticed our height difference. I stay silent for a second longer as I examine his face. Bright blue eyes. Curly hair. Just a little facial hair, could use more.

"Nah," I suck my bottom lip between my teeth to hide my smile.

"Come on, I'm standing in my socks, risking tetanus and all I'm asking for is 10 digits. Don't leave me hanging." He licked his lips before shrugging softly, waiting for my response.

"Alright..." I think for a moment. "Guess the last 4 digits of my number and I'll give you the rest."

The hippie smacked his lips making me and Jack look over at him, Hippie quickly looked away and scratched the back of his neck as if he wasn't paying attention. He muttered, "That's damn near impossible," before getting up and walking away.

Jack looked back at me with a straight face, stroking his thin beard. "5903." He said confidently, leading me to laugh.

"Incorrect, but imma let you have it."

a/n:
So these chapters have been just getting to
know the characters basically. Um, y'all might have some problems with some stuff Carson says/thinks/expects. But, the chapters have been boring.

Uh, yeah i don't have any thing else to say so I need to go and plan out the chapters so i don't lose my interest.

Comment + vote allat good stuff because i'm really trying here, okay?🙂