Page 54 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
Beans’ eyes eased Diamonds’ way. “Don’t worry about it, she’s got two mini Chevys to take care of her.”
Chev came over toward us. “They’re going to do what needs to be done,” he said.
Mali sipped on his drink as he laughed. “Yeah, like father like sons,” he grumbled.
“You would know, huh, Mali?” Monfua jumped in.
I watched the way he grilled Mali. I didn’t know what was going on between them, but I felt that shit. Chev had called us all over to his crib. Since the girls were spending time together, he figured we would do the same thing. Zu stood from the couch as he stepped over to Peanut, “Why you so quiet?”
Peanut glanced at him, but didn’t say anything. Without looking, Beans responded to Zu, “It’s his speech. He would rather use sign language than stutter, ease off him.”
Zu turned toward Beans, “Calm down, chinchilla. I’m asking a question. I get it. We all have things we’re not confident in. The question is, what is yours?”
He shrugged. “Who said I was lacking in anything, nigga.”
Zu laughed. “Oh, Chev, you put on some saucy ass muhfuckas.”
“How’s married life going for you, Zu?” Monfua asked.
“Just as it is for you, pretty boy.” He winked.
That was my cue. I shot up from the couch, “Ayo Monfua let me holla at you for a minute, outside.”
I went to step toward the back door when Diamond’s hand swung my way. “Give me your gun.”
My head flew back. “The fuck?”
Preach stood on the side of me. “You heard him nigga. Give him your gun. I don’t want to have to pray over either one of you niggas.”
I snatched the gun from my waist and handed it to Diamond. “I still got hands nigga,” I said as I headed outside.
Monfua stepped out right after me. I didn’t even know where to fucking start. I placed a blunt between my lips and lit it. “My bad, my nigga. I’m not good at this shit, but as a young nigga who’s trying to change, I felt it was only right that I apologize.Me pulling my gun on you was a bit much, but at the time, it was about protecting my sister. Then I felt like you were trying to challenge me, and that shit felt more like a threat.”
I tried to hand him the blunt, but he waved me off. “Can’t do that. Haven’t done it in a long time.”
“Why?”
“One, because it’s not my vice. Two, because I’m trying to get into the fireman academy, and I can’t be doing that.”
My brows raised. “Firefighter,” I said, backhanding his chest. “I fucks with it. Saving the world and shit.”
“Yeah,” he paused. “Lakia, she’s—”
I didn’t want to talk about her. I didn’t want to hear shit about my sister because the shit she told me made me want to beat her ass. Two years using my fucking money to take care of a nigga. Two years of me busting my ass while she did nothing. The shit was wild. “You don’t have to explain,” I told him.
“I do. Her telling you what she did was hard as hell. It was hard because the nigga who’s supposed to be her brother, her best friend, is more like a father to her than anything. To know you're about to disappoint your parent with your actions is a hard pill to swallow. She fucked up, I get it, but she’s trying to change. Does she get credit for that?”
I respected how he truly had my sister’s back. He was stepping in and up when he didn’t have to, and that alone made me look at him differently.
I pulled on my blunt while I nodded. “I hear you. Lakia and I have things to work on. Will it be resolved by tomorrow, no. She knows what it is. This was before you and will be after you. All I ask of you is to love her. Give her the things and life she needs because I gave all I could give. She told me you handled that nigga though. Thank you, bruh-in-law,” I finished as I blew out the smoke I held in my lungs.
We dapped each other up, when the back door slid open. “Zoo ova everything!” Chevy yelled.
Monfua glanced at his phone before he looked up at Chevy and me. “I’m about to shake. Lakia is asking me to pop up at this club.”
Chevy’s head snapped his way, “Fuck do you mean club?”
I glanced at Chevy. “Nigga chill.”
