“Can I get at least a couple extra hours of sleep? It's a Saturday morning. Turn that mess off Jada”
“It ain't even morning any more. You need to wake up anyway”, she said as she looked pointing at her alarm clock. It was 3:42pm.
“You suppose to be watching me, according to daddy. I think I'm old enough but he don't think so”, my sista was in the 7th grade but my dad treated her like she was still five with pigtails.
In 7th grade I was doing stuff she probably never thought of yet, and my parents ain't care, but the silly things she do like getting a C on her report card he go crazy over. I don't understand him.
“Well, then in that case turn that crap off, I'm in charge”, I said rubbing my eyes.
“Ciara, Dajon, and Angie called”, my sister made a disgusted sound when she said Angie name. “I would call all but the last one back”
I laughed at her. She has never given me a good reason on why I should break up with Angie other than that she ain't like Angie, and she swore Angie looks at her wrong. Whatever that means?
“Why you don't like her”, I asked. She looked away from my wondering eyes before she answered.
“I just don't! That should be reason enough”
“Well, it ain't so if I ask her to come over here today you better not be rude”, she looked at me defiantly before smiling sweetly and replying. She had the look that said I'm planning something bad and there is nothing you can do about it. She has a devious mind, so I wouldn't put anything pass her.
“I won't”, she lied sweetly.
I walked out of her room and into my room, picked up my phone to call Ciara.
“Hey, ugly”, Ciara picked up on the first ring and laughed my childhood nickname.
“I thought we got over these nicknames, Scar face”, I laughed.
“Shut up big head”
“Bubble butt”, we both burst out laughing.
“You really do have a big head”, she said matter-of-factly.
“And you really do have a bubble butt”, I laughed again. She stopped laughing.
“I thought you liked my booty”, she said. It got eerily silent. I mean how do you respond to that? after 5.5 seconds of silence she burst out laughing. “Gosh, you could have at least said yes and made me feel better.” I just kept laughing.
“Yeah, whateva, listen, I gotta go call Angie. I haven’t seen her outside of school in a while, and we need some much needed quality time, so I’ll holla at you lata. Bye Babycakes”
“Boy you stupid Bye”, then she hung up. Hey I gave her a nice name and she calls me big head.
I called Angie, told her to come to my house, and then took a much needed shower. As soon as I stepped out the shower I heard the doorbell ring followed by the door opening, which could only mean one thing. Jada answered the door. I had to get down there ASAP.
I got dressed in a hurry and ran downstairs to see that Jada was interrogating Angie. Well, at least that's what it looked like.
“...and why is that?” Jada asked too sweetly.
“Because I like him”, Angie answered with wide eyes like it was a stupid question.
“But why can't you just get another one and break up with my broth---”, I picked Jada up by her shoulders and ran her upstairs to her room.
I looked her dead in the eyes and said, “I'm gone remember all this when you start bringing boys over here. You'll be lucky if they talk to you when they see you in the hallways at school”, she looked a little regretful for being rude.
She just huffed and walked into her room.
“Hey baby”, I said to Angie as I came down the stairs and hugged her.
“Hey, what's up with yo sister”, Angie asked pointing towards the stairs where my sister went, looking annoyed.
“I don't know”, I said looking away and rubbing the back of my neck.
“She needs to chill.”
“I'll talk to her alright”, I said while chuckling and putting my hands in front of me in surrender.
“Yeah, okay.” she then looked around. “Where are your parents?”
“Not Here”.
“Let's go somewhere”, she said tugging on my arm.
“Can't”, I replied as I threw myself on the couch and started flipping through the channels. “Gotta watch Jada”, I said in a monotone voice.
“Why? Isn’t she like TWELVE? That's old enough to stay home by yourself”, she said with her hands on her hips.
“Not according to my dad, and I don't wanna go there with him when he gets home, so just drop it”, I said commandingly.
“Okay, you ain't have to get rude”, I turned around to see a cute pout on her face.
“Come sit down and chill with yo amazing boyfriend, and when my parents get back we can go out ok”, she nodded happily. We sat cuddled in comfortable silence for hours watching TV.
Around SIX, I got a text from CC.
From: CC
Whatcha doin
From: Me
Watchin TV
From: CC
Oh, good. Our boy in da contest.
I can't believe I forgot after trying to remind myself for the longest, and then I forget. Typical me!
From: Me
Oh, I forgot!!!
From: CC
I figurd dat!!! Lol. Wanna come watch ova here?
From: Me
Naw, I got Ang ova here wit me.
From: CC
You can bring her
From: Me
Lemme ask her
“You wanna go to CC house to watch the Dunk competition”
“I don't think so. Why we can't watch it here?” did she really want the answer? I couldn't tell her the truth. If I did she would probably slap me. Angie is boring, and we have different views on Basketball. She sees it as just a silly game.
“Cause, it'll be more fun to watch with other people”
“I thought you said we couldn't leave yo sista here”
“We don't have to. She can come with us”
“Whatever Joe”, she whispered.
I ran upstairs and grabbed Jada. Went back down stairs with both Angie and Jada in tow locked the door and went two houses down to CC's.
“Hey CC, what's up baby girl”, I said to CC when she opened the door.
I gave her a big hug practically lifting her off the floor. She giggled before shouting, “Put me down”, when I released her she punched me in the shoulder and shoved me farther in the house. I looked back and saw that Angie was looking wildly frustrated and upset for whatever reason. What did I do?
As I was walking closer to the living room I heard CC say, “Hey Angie”, sourly. Uh oh, I can see this evening turning bad quickly. Then in a excited voice, “Sup Jada girl”, to Jada. Jada giggled then ran to CC's little brother.
I sat down on the couch and saw that Mr. Williams was in the recliner next to me.
“Sir”,