Monday, November 10th

Love

"Heard through the grapevine you got into it with someone at the beach"

I deadpanned Yasmín as she started our session I didn't want to hear a lecture but what she said next low key caught me off guard " did you win?"

I slowly nodded my head saying yes cautious of her curiosity

" did it feel good to win?" Ah there she go with the questions. Yasmín is cool and I've told her somethings about me but nothing real deep especially not about the fight so I'm curious on how she found out

"Who told you I was fighting?"

She had a small smile watching me "The internet is a powerful tool" I nodded knowing someone did probably record it but it was real quick. I shrugged glancing out the window.

"Why do you fight?"

"An outlet"

She seemed really interested in what I said. She always seems interested in what I'm saying. I could be talking about how Zion scribbled all over uncle Sin's wall and she'd be interested or how I passed my English exam I was stressing about a few days ago. When I talk with Yasmín I feel... at home kind of

"Meaning?"

" I've always known how to fight. My mama taught me before she died." I smiled thinking about all the times we'd go to the boxing gym to practice. " now fighting seems like survival to show them my mother didn't create a weak bitch."

" why is it so important to you to prove that to people you don't give two shits about?"

I was stuck on an answer for a minut

With every female and male I fought I did it cause they always had something smart to say about my parents which didn't sit right with me. I really picked up on fighting when it clicked to me that they were really gone from this world and not coming back.

It was useless fighting people who had no significant impact in my life. Don't get me wrong I'm still decking a bitch in her/his mouth if they go to far but I used to beat people up from just the mention of my parents name.

"This fight was personal though. This one actually meant something for me"

"Which is?"

I shrugged crossing my arms "payback"

Ava is the shortie I beat up and my so called ex bestfriend who was stealing information,details, designs, drop dates out of my parents. She had video recordings, pictures, emails of everything sending it to their rivals at the highest cost. Bitch sold my parents out for 10k.

Our friendship, sisterhood whatever the fuck you want to call that sham was worth ten thousand dollars.

How you scam yourself out of money. If she waited longer people would've paid more just for one design.

Thinking about it had me angry all over again "Do you feel better?"

I shook my head no " I'm angry all the time. I'm mad that my parents are gone. Mad that my little brother is confused on why he can't see our mom or dad. Mad that my uncle got two kids he didn't ask for. Mad that I'm still here and their not. I'm just ... angry "

She nodded handing me a small journal with a lotus flower on the cover "start writing all that anger down. Write when you feel sad, happy, angry, annoyed... whatever feeling that urges you to write ... write"

I nodded " what if I can't write?"

" draw."

The door busted open as a crying Zion came running in " luvvvv"

" I'm sorry he didn't let me finish when I was telling him you had already gone to your therapy session . He took it as if you were you know...." My uncle Sincere said as he frantically strolled in behind Zi

I nodded

"Wassup Yasmín" he nodded towards her

"Sincere."

Look at them acting civil to one another what a sight too see cause every time they interact they be at each other necks.

She rolled her eyes putting away some of her papers she was drawing on

Well. I spoke to soon

"Yasmín you wanna come over for dinner?" I asked

"Oh no I don't want to impose on y'all time."

"Miss Preddy. Uncle Sin she pretty" Zion was smiling showing his dimples " happy burthday"

Not this shit again this man has been randomly saying happy birthday to everyone and any one at the random.

Yasmín gave him a soft smile back "Thankyou... where's my gift?"

"I don't hav no moneys.... Sincere have moneys we buy you okay?"

She nodded back "okay"

"Aight let's go eat I'm hungry. Come on Yasmín I want you to see my art collection at the house if you come"

"Oh you should've started with that I'd love too."

Bet now I can try and ask her to talk to my uncle to ease up on the overprotectiveness. Ever since that fight surfaced of me at the beach I've been on lockdown for a couple of days and I'm over it

______________

"You're burning it."

"I'm really not."

"How you burn spaghetti"

"It ain't burnt.... Just crispy"

"Nigga— ZiZi what you doing lil man?" I was over my uncle how he gonna embarrass us like that in front of Yasmín burning spaghetti cause he ain't add enough water. Talking bout some " it's crispy"

Yasmín was still looking at my design book where I drew everything from dresses, shirts, handbags, etc.

I was good at putting my vision on paper but get me in front of a sewing machine and fabric... I get lost in it somedays

"These are very good. Like extremely good. I see your parents fashion genes rubbed off on you huh?" She didn't even look up at me she was zoned in onto the book

I shrugged "yea you could say that...."

"Oh who's this.." I snatched the book from her so quick. I forgot that was in there

"nobody."

" well nobody has you red but I'll leave it alone for now and help your uncle cause I'm not eating no burnt spaghetti"

I nodded as I opened the book back open staring at the sketch I drew of Saint when he was laying in front of me at the lunch table as I listened to my uncle and Yasmín in the kitchen

"Sir put more water in there and add a little bit of oil, salt... y'all got maggi?"

"The fuck is maggi?"

"Never mind move so I can just teach yo slow self"

"Aight don't get dropped now"

I was about to rip it out the book when Yasmín suddenly popped her head back in the room "and don't rip it up just because you're scared you feel something other than anger towards someone "

I stared at her as I rested my hands on the page staring at it and just nodded

But they were my happy place.. What else is there besides pain if my happiness is dead.

__________________________________

Y'all think Love done fighting these hoes?

Are Sincere and Yasmín acting like they don't like each other or they really not fucking with each other ? Did something happen already?

___________________________________

Look at me updating fr today

Sorry for any grammatical errors

Fran💕