Trenton, New Jersey
*excuse any mistakes loves*

Onest Simmons
"Closer and Closer"

"I hope you knock that nigga head off."

I chuckled a little, "Nah, cause my mom stopped me. But, I called my uncles and dem niggas coming down." I told him leaning back on the stoop.

Shooter, Junior and I were chilling on someone's porch. We had permission though, so there was no biggy. She was some older lady that rarely came outside. So, who really cared.

"Wait, so you called your uncles to come fight your stepdad?" Junior asked and I look over at him. He was leaning on the lady car while Shooter and I sat on the stairs.

"Yes, I called my uncles to come fuck up my stepdad. Why wouldn't I?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders.

"I mean that shit sounds stupid honestly. Yeah, he said some fucked up shit, but no need to get niggas to come end his life. Shit is stupid like I said." He shrugged his shoulders and I roll my eyes.

"My nigga those are my uncles, my mom older brothers. They don't play about her at all. He ended up mentioning something about my dad which trigger me and her, and now he have to get fucked up. It's basic logic." I told him and he smack his lips.

"That shit sound stupid lowkey. And I'm not trying to be rude, but I personally think what your stepdad said was true. Females-"

"Women." Shooter cut him off, correcting him.

"Same fucking thing. Anyways, females aren't really capable of taking care of boys. They need their fathers to really be taken care of properly." He said, Shooter and I look over at each then back at him.

This man was bout stupid as fuck in all honestly.

"Bro, my dad left me when I was five. Even before then he was in and out my life. My mom took care of me, raised me by herself. She didn't get handed anything, her parents barely helped cause she was a teen mom. Last time I checked, I'm not out here selling drugs or killing people. No offense Shooter." I said to him as I was trying to make a point.

"None taken homie. I have a reason for what I do." Shooter said as he started rolling a blunt.

My mom didn't get handed anything while she was pregnant with me. I mean her parents were there, but they didn't help as much. They said she needed to be on her own and figure out parenthood by herself. They still helped by letting her stay at the house until she was able to be on her own. And they did other things too, but my mom was basically on her own.

So, what Junior was saying was dumb as hell. A mother can raise her son as best as she can when the dad isn't around. And that was my mom's situation.

"Exactly. Anyways, I'm basically saying a woman can take care of her child if the father ends up dipping. Which happens a lot and you see all these mothers taking care of their child by themselves. They don't get enough credit." I stated, shrugging my shoulders again.

"He wouldn't understand cause his mom is white." Shooter remarked.

"What does my mom being white have to do with anything? Y'all always bring that shit up and sound stupid." Junior said, pissed.

"First of, don't say y'all nigga cause I'm not y'all. Secondly, I brought it up cause I fucking wanted to. Your mom is white and your dad is black. I'm pretty sure your mom didn't struggle with shit while she was pregnant with your stupid ass or your siblings.

"So, your opinion on whether or not a woman is capable of raising her son is irrelevant because you have a dad and a mom. I'm also pretty sure, your dad is one of those black men that dipped on a black woman after getting her pregnant and now have a whole family with a white woman. Like I said your opinion is irrelevant." Shooter told him straightforward.

I smirk a little agreeing with what Shooter said. Junior mom was white, she got handed everything and didn't have to struggle. He basically was already privileged before he came out the womb. So, yeah, his opinion really didn't matter.

He smack his lips, "My mom still struggled though, so whatchu said was stupid." Junior told him.

"Nah, what I said is smart and what you said was stupid. Your mom didn't struggle like how my mom or Mrs. Moesha struggled. Two completely different struggles nigga." Shooter told him in a nonchalant tone.

One thing I can say about Shooter is that nigga didn't care about nothing. He was straightforward and didn't back down. He didn't argue, he just stated his opinion in the most nonchalant tone ever.

"Ion even know why I'm sitting here arguing, I said what I said. Not finna go back and forth with a nigga that carry a gun and try to act scary." Junior remarked, I shook my head knowing he fucked up.

Sidenote: never call Shooter scary...just fucking don't.

Shooter chuckled, "Ion walk around carrying a gun to look frightening. My name shooter for a reason homie, so I'm really bout that life foreal. Keep talking shit and your shoes gonna be the next ones on those powerlines."

I look up at the powerlines seeing the shoes that were on them. I tuck in my lips not even even bothering to speak on it.

"Nigga quiet now. Anyway, where's ya girl, O?" Shooter asked me, changing the subject.

"She went to work, babysitting some bad ass kids." I answered.

"You talking about that dark skin chick you brought to the studio that day?" Junior asked and I nodded my head.

"You can just say the girl since she's the only girl I brought. And she's not my girlfriend." I said, realizing Shooter called her my girl.

"Lie again." Shooter said and I smack my lips.

"We explain this all the time that we're just friends. We're just cool." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Rightttt, but the way y'all look at each other says differently man. Y'all would be cute, so just ask her out and stop stalling." He told me and I smack my lips.

Nigga telling me what to do and shit like I don't already know that. I been waiting for awhile to ask Lia out, I was just waiting for the right time to do it. I was ready for a relationship now after thinking everything through.

I want her to be my little baby.

"Or you could fuck around with different bitches instead to one girl. It's fucking summer." Junior retorted and I waved him off.

I wasn't into the whole messing with different women and just fucking them. Shit was weird and disgusting lowkey, but that's what people did and I didn't care.

"Yo, I really don't fucking like you." Shooter told Junior and I shook my head. They only known each other for about an hour or two and they both didn't like each other.

Crazy.

"And you telling me this because? I don't fucking care."

"I just wanted you to know, so whatever I end up doing afterwards you won't say it was for no reason."

I shook my head again then pulled out my phone when I felt it vibrate. Unlocking it, I seen a message from Lia.

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"Y'all tryna come to the park?" I asked, locking my phone.

"I'm already going, y'all niggas bore me." Junior remarked, walking off. I shook my head getting up.

"O, I advise you to get your friend before I put in a bodybag." Shooter told me as we both started walking.

"Yeah, I know." I sigh, shaking my head. Imma just keep the two of them far away from each other.

I didn't have time choosing sides nor was I breaking up a fight. But, I mean if they do end up fighting, I already know Shooter was going to win. He didn't need a gun to defend himself cause he got hands. Trust me I know, I grew up with the nigga and we fought all the time.

We finally reached the park seeing a huge crowd of people. They were screaming and yelling and I assumed a fight was going on cause I heard that famous line; Beat her ass Asia! I stood off to the side and Shooter walked off somewhere.

I just watched everything since I had a pretty clear view. My attention soon turned away from them when I felt someone touch my arm.

"Sorry." Anneliese apologized, putting her hands up.

"You good. I thought you had to work?" I asked turning around to face her.

"I did, but the parent ended up coming back early. Anyway, I gotta show you something, so close your eyes." She told me. I did as told, shutting my eyes as she started pulling my hand.

Ion know where we was going, but I trusted her...somewhat.

"Okay, you can open your eyes."

I opened them and she smile leaning on a car. It was a white Honda Accord and it was nice.

"Who car?" I asked.

"Mine." She exclaimed, I raise my brow then nodded my head.

"It's nice. When you get it?" I asked, touching the paint on the car.

"I ended up saving a lot of money for this shit. So when I was able to leave mad early, I went to the dealership and got it. I got my first car!" She squealed and I chuckled at her excitement.

"Congrats babygirl. You should've told me though, so I would've came and help you. Them dealerships be scamming people." I told her.

"I know, but I read every sheet of paper and made sure they weren't scamming me. I wasn't leaving that dealership without getting what I wanted. I'm so happy baby!" She squealed again, jumping in my arms and I caught her.

"Are you happy for me?" She asked and I nodded my head.

"I am happy for you babygirl." I said, pecking her lips.

"I'm finna be poppin' in my new car. Nobody can tell me shit."

"Don't be wildin' or you getting fucked up." I told her and she chuckled.

"I'll listen for a week, maybe a few days, but after that no." I shook my head then look over seeing Shooter.

"Sorry, don't mind me. I'm just a nigga walking past two people that claim they're not dating, but are dry humping out in public." He said, putting his hands up. Lia chuckled and I shook my head at him.

"We're not dry humping."

"Whatever you say!" He yelled before walking off.

We weren't even dry humping, I was just holding her. But, shit if we wanted to dry hump then that's our business.

"Wanna go out tonight?" Lia asked and I look at her.

"Sure."

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Anneliese

"Babe, I look pregnant." I muttered, rubbing my stomach as we walked out the buffet.

We ended up going out to eat to this really nice buffet. An all you can eat buffet was the bomb and I was a fat ass, so that's why I choose one.

"You do look pregnant." Onest said, poking my stomach and I smack my lips.

"Don't do that." I frown as he continued poking my stomach. "Baby..."

"Aight, I'm sorry." He apologized and I roll my eyes playfully.

"It's okay, but before we head off I wanna talk to you about something." I said, grabbing his hand and holding it.

"Wassup?"

I took a deep breath before speaking, "Okay, so you know you was talking about your mom and all that?" I asked and he nodded his head.

"Yeah, we'll it kinda made me think of my mom. I never met her since she died while giving birth to me. And after that, my dad and I weren't allow to go to her funeral or see her. So, I basically never met my mom and-" I pushed feeling myself getting emotional.

"Jesus, I'm sorry." I said, fanning my eyes.

"You good mamas." he said, placing his hand on my cheek.

"Basically, what I'm saying, if I end up finding out where she's buried, would you mind coming down with me? I mean in case her family ends up doing something stupid." I continued.

"Yeah, ion mind coming with you babygirl. It's pretty messed up you never met her, but I'm cool with going down with you. We'll, both meet your mom for the first time. Okay?" He asked, kissing my forehead and I smile.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome baby. Now, let's go home and chill." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we started walking to the car.

"What type of chilling we doing?"

"You already know what type."

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So for the past two days I only being giving y'all one update, but my spring break started today so I gotchu with another update later. Anyway, I think it's time for them to be official. What y'all think?