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One Year Later
By: BigBossJay Date: May 26, 2019, 3:39 pm
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Lamar stood in Cedar Lake Park with Malik. Lamar puffed his
blunt and looked over at his little brother, now 18, and
grinned. Malik cut his eyes at him.
Malik. Why you smiling at me like that?
Lamar. 'Cause, I'm proud of you, lil dude. This time Last year,
you wasn't even sure if you was gon' graduate. Now, you only got
a few days left before you walk across the stage.
Malik. Yeah...
Lamar handed him the blunt.
Lamar. What?
Malik. You not gon' ask me?
Lamar. About what?
Malik. Same shit Chante been asking. "When are you applying to
college?"
Lamar. Well, shit, since you bought it up, when are you?
Malik shook his head and handed the blunt back.
Malik. Honestly, I don't think I should.
Lamar. Why?
Malik. I barely did good getting outta high school, bruh. Y'all
talkin' bout four years of more school, and that's minimum.
Lamar. You ain't gotta do college. I mean, I would like you to.
But it's other options. You got the military--
Before he could continue, Malik laughed.
Malik. I ain't fighting for this crooked ass country, man. You
tried, though.
Lamar. You could always come work for me at the security firm.
Malik. I'm definitely not no suit and tie kinda nigga.
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Re: One Year Later
By: deHamm Date: May 26, 2019, 4:50 pm
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Malik looked over at Lamar as he thought about the question.
Truth be told he didn't know what kind of nigga he was, he just
knew certain things weren't fitting to him.
Malik shrugged.
Malik. Iono.. I'm not wearing a suit and tie though..
Lamar smirked and shook his head handing the blunt back to
Malik.
Lamar. You killin me man...
Malik took a hit from the blunt and exhaled.
Malik. You supposed to helpin me out.. What do you think I
should do?
Lamar. I think college would be your best bet.. You're a smart
kid... If you actually pay attention and do your work..
Malik paused for a moment thinking about his whole time in high
school. His freshman and sophomore year, he hardly went to
school because he was busy running the streets with his friends
and making moves, but when Lamar and Chante stepped in during
his junior year, he stopped a lot of his activities and they
encouraged him to actually put in effort. He even went to summer
school to make sure he would graduate on time.
Malik. I dont know man... I'm not tryna be around a bunch of
stuck up white people for the next 4 years or whatever..
Lamar. You don't have to be... It's an HBCU right here in Caver
City..
Malik looked at him and raised his eye brow.
Malik. What is a HBCU?
Lamar. It's a historically black college or university.. So your
peers will most likely be black..
Malik took another hit from the blunt then passed it back to
Lamar.
Malik. I guess I could look at it... The only college campus
I've seen in Caver City is SCC and I aint going there..
Lamar. What's wrong with SCC? Its a good school..
Malik. A couple of my exs doing their nursing program there...
I'm not tryna have no parts in that..
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Re: One Year Later
By: BigBossJay Date: May 26, 2019, 6:59 pm
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Lamar. You wanna go now? You ain't got shit else to do.
Malik. Aye!
Lamar laughed and pulled out his phone, shooting a friend he'd
met in the admissions office a text message.
Lamar.:. Is it cool if I bring my little brother by for a tour?
He's graduating in a couple days and I'm trying to persuade him
to go to school.
Ahmad.:. Yeah, man! I'll show you guys around myself since I'm
here.
Lamar.:. Bet.
Lamar and Malik walked back to the car and climbed in where
Lamar put his blunt out...
...A short drive later, they were pulling up in front of the
admissions office. Ahmad, a guy Lamar had met about 6 months
prior when he was getting his footing with his security firm,
stood up from the bench with a smile. They got out and Lamar and
Ahmad slapped hands.
Ahmad. How you doin', big dawg?
Lamar. Coolin', you know me. This is my little brother Malik.
Ahmad. Good to meet you, man, and welcome to the campus of
Xavier University. Lamar tells me you're thinking about college.
Malik. I mean, I ain't ever really thought about it until
recently.
Ahmad. I can tell you this, coming here will probably be the
best decision you can make. Come on, I'll show you around.
Malik and Lamar began following Ahmad as he stepped onto the
beautiful campus.
Ahmad. Xavier was founded in 1865 by a former slave, Garret
Xavier, as Carver Normal School before it got renamed 100 years
later in his honor. It started with very few majors, obviously,
but it's been built up today to have one of the most extensive
lists of majors in the country.
Lamar. How many?
Ahmad. 110, and counting.
Lamar. So if you can't find something to do here, you ain't
trying.
Ahmad. Basically.
Lamar nudged Malik.
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Angelica picked up her house keys and walked from the dorm,
texting away with her best friend Charmaine.
Charmaine.:. You're coming to the party, right?
Angelica.:. I told you I would, Char. 9 o'clock.
Before she could think about looking up, Angelica bumped
directly into somebody. She looked up and shook her head as she
seen Ahmad, a senior, grinning at her.
Ahmad. Watch where you going, little sister.
Angelica. Shut up. What are you doing?
Ahmad. Giving a tour. This is Malik, he's thinking about joining
next semester, and his older brother Lamar.
She smiled and shook their hands.
Ahmad. Angelica is our resident Latina and the biggest headache
a line brother could have.
Malik. Y'all got fraternities?
Ahmad. Yup. Plenty to choose from.
Angelica. If I were you, I'd choose one other than Theta Rho Xi.
Ahmad and his friends are all garbage pieces of men.
Ahmad. Yeah, but you pledged as a sister.
Angelica. And you're gonna make me regret it for the rest of my
life, brother. You coming to the party?
Ahmad. Oh, fasho. Y'all stepping, right?
Angelica. You know it.
Angelica smiled at Malik.
Angelica. You should come. It's an off campus party, so you're
more than welcome. You'll get to see Xavier in one of its many
elements.
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Re: One Year Later
By: deHamm Date: May 26, 2019, 7:51 pm
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Malik's head turned as he watched Angelica walk to her car. His
concentration was interrupted when Lamar spoke up almost teasing
him.
Lamar. So now I guess you interested in coming here now?
Malik. She definitely make this school more appealing..
Ahmad. Oh yeah? -laugh- In that case, we have a lot of girls
here.. Angelica is one of the meaner ones I'd say..
Malik. She seemed pretty nice to me..
Lamar. So you wanna go to the party she was talking about?
Malik nodded as he looked back toward the parking lot no longer
seeing her..
Malik. Where is it and what time?
... They finished their tour, but for the rest of the tour, he
was wondering about Angelica. Once he and Lamar made it back to
the house, they met Chante and Myles in the kitchen as she cut
up a pineapple.
Lamar. Hey baby..
Chante. Hey..
Lamar kissed Chante's cheek and she smiled. She turned her
attention to Malik with excitement.
Chante. So how did you like the campus?
Lamar. He barely looked at it..
Malik. I saw enough... -smirk- I'ma go do another tour
tonight...
Chante. They do night tours?
Lamar. Na... He met a sorority girl while we toured the campus
and she invited him to a party... The party is off campus
though..
Chante and Lamar both looked at Malik as he smiled.
Malik. I'm finna go call Don.. Tell him we got a play tonight...
Chante. Yall better stay out of trouble..
Malik. Always..
Malik took out his phone walking off to his room to call Donovan
one of his best friends.
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Re: One Year Later
By: BigBossJay Date: May 26, 2019, 9:44 pm
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Donovan blew smoke from his nose as he blasted music in his
room. His phone vibrated on his dresser and he stood up,
answering his best friend's call.
Donovan. What it look like, foo?
Malik. What you doing tonight?
Donovan. Chillin at the crib. Why?
Malik. You wanna go to a party with me?
Donovan. Hell yeah, nigga.
Malik. Aite, I'ma come by and scoop you at 8:30. Be ready,
nigga.
Donovan. I'ma be ready.
Malik. I'm serious.
Donovan. I'ma be ready, nigga!
The two said their goodbyes and hung up. Donovan read a text
that had come through while he was on the phone.
??.:. Open the door.
Donovan walked to the front door and opened it, seeing a black
duffel bag. He pulled it into the house and locked the door
behind him before putting the bag on the table. He pulled out a
stack and grabbed an envelope from the refrigerator, labeling it
'Bills' before stuffing the money inside. He took it, and the
bag, back toward his room. On the way, he put the envelope on
his mother's bed and went back into his room, looking for an
outfit to wear.
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Chante. You think he'll go?
Lamar. He'll go. If for nothing else, to get closer to that
girl. It was a good campus, though. Lots to choose from.
Chante. Sounding like you may want to enroll.
Lamar. If I wasn't so busy with this security firm, maybe I
would. Never hurts to learn, you know?
Chante smiled at him. Lamar looked at Myles with a grin.
Lamar. You want to get whooped in some one-on-one, lil boy?
Myles. I'll spank you, Lamar.
Lamar. Try me, then.
Myles jumped up and grabbed his basketball, running to the front
yard.
Chante. Don't y'all get all funky, Lamar.
Lamar. That's why God invented showers, boo. We good.
He kissed her cheek and walked out to an already dribbling
Myles. The two played basketball in the driveway for a while
before Myles hit a jumper with a smile.
Myles. Game.
Lamar. Boy, how you get that good that fast?
Myles. Me and Malik play all the time.
Lamar shook his head, smiling. He roughed Myles' hair and sat on
the porch with him.
Lamar. Sit down, lemme talk to you.
Myles sat down next to him as Lamar sighed.
Lamar. So, I been around you for a year now. How you think I'm
doing?
Myles. You aite, I guess.
Lamar laughed as Myles smiled at him playfully.
Myles. You know I love you, Lamar.
Lamar. I love you, too, man. I was actually thinking about
asking your mama to marry me soon. But, I wanted to get your
permission first.
Myles. I like it.
Myles smiled at Lamar and Lamar kissed his head as Chante opened
the door.
Chante. Y'all come shower so I can wash them nasty clothes.
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Re: One Year Later
By: deHamm Date: May 27, 2019, 10:53 am
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Chante watched as Myles ran into the house and up the stairs.
Chante. Dont leave those close in that bathroom floor either!
Myles yelled from the top of the stairs at her.
Myles. Yes ma'am!
Before she could proceed back to the kitchen she felt arms wrap
around her. She turned her head to the side as she received
Lamar's kisses.
Chante. You smell like outside...
She turned around in his arms as they smiled at each other.
Chante. You really stink..
Lamar. Wanna help me get clean?
Chante. Uh.. No..
Lamar. Why not?
Chante smiled at him as he gave her a sad face then he kissed
her neck.
Chante. I have to go finish this food... -laugh- Move before you
have me smelling like you..
Lamar. Then we'll both have to shower huh?
He held her close to him as she laughed and pushed away. He
eventually let her go and she shook her head.
Chante. We might can shower together later.. -smile- Myles is
going over to his friends house to spend a night..
Lamar. What friend?
Chante. Deon... His parents just called and said they were
having a end of the year movie night for the boys...
Lamar nodded.
Lamar. And Malik going to a party too? -smirk- Tonight it's on
then.. Lemme go shower now though.. I smell like outside..
Chante smiled at him as he also disappeared upstairs.. She
finally made it to the kitchen and back to her phone. She saw
she had a missed call from her mom, so she called her back.
Cheryl. Hey baby.
Chante. Hey mama.. I was calling you back.
Cheryl. Oh.. Okay. I didn't want nothing.. I was just calling
cause I hadn't talked to yall in a few days.. How's your lil
family doing?
Chante. We're alright mama.. Everybody's good.. We're getting
ready for summer now.. Malik is about to graduate in few days
and Myles is tryna figure out what he wants to do for the summer
still..
Cheryl. Well good.. When is the graduation? Joe and I might make
it down there to show our support...
Chante. The graduation is Saturday..
Cheryl. Okay... And is he going with Owen for the summer again?
Chante. I dont know mama.. Sometimes he does what he's supposed
to do and sometimes he doesn't. I haven't talked to him in a
couple of weeks...
Chante checked the oven as she looked at the lasagna that was
cooking nicely.
Chante. Lamar and I have been shooting around ideas for the
summer though just in case... Especially with Malik about to
graduate we wanted to do something big..
Cheryl. Oh. You all should.. But I want some time with my
grandbaby.. I need him to go with Joe fishing so he can stop
asking me.
Chante smirked.
Chante. I'll have him call you so yall can work that out.. And
I'll see what his dad is going to do for the summer too.. I'll
let you know okay?
Chante and Cheryl wrapped their call up as she pulled her
lasagna and garlic bread out of the oven turning it of and
putting the food on the stove.
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Re: One Year Later
By: BigBossJay Date: May 27, 2019, 11:26 am
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Lamar checked his phone when he stepped out of the shower and
saw a missed call. He recognized the number, although he hadn't
seen it in about 8 months. He immediately dialed it back and sat
down on a bench in their bathroom. After a few rings, the line
picked up.
Lamar. Amir, where the fuck have you been?
Amir. On the run. They fuckin' found me.
Lamar. What?! How?
Amir. I don't know. I'm in fuckin' Marsenova.
Lamar. You was just in Los Santos, how the fuck you get to
Marsenova?
Amir. Just barely. Lacy and Aeson okay?
Lamar. They're good, man.
Lamar sighed.
Lamar. We have to get you outta this shit, man.
Amir. I'll be fine. As long as I can keep them safe, I'll stay
away.
The line fell silent.
Amir. She found somebody...didn't she?
Lamar. Yeah...and they're happy, man.
Amir sighed.
Amir. I didn't expect her to stop her life over me, especially
not behind this shit.
Lamar. We're gon' find a way to fix this, man. I'ma go meet with
dad soon since you touched base.
Amir. Thanks, man. Kiss Aeson for me.
Lamar. I got you.
The two hung up and Lamar sighed and began to get
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Re: One Year Later
By: deHamm Date: May 27, 2019, 1:16 pm
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Malik shuffled around his room getting his outfit together
before he heard a knock at his door.
Malik. Come in..
He looked at the door as it opened and saw Chante.
Malik. Yes ma'am?
Chante walked into his room while he went in his closet looking
for a pair of shoes.
Chante. The food is done...
Malik nodded.
Malik. Okay.. Coo. Yo lasagna go hard...
Chante. -smile- Thank you.. And since you're going out tonight
make sure you get enough..
Malik nodded as Chante continued to look at him. He pause for a
moment then looked back at her.
Malik. Yeah?
Chante. I just want you to really think about going to
college...
Malik. I am thinkin about it.. I dont know what I would do...
Chante. You're good with numbers.. Maybe finance or accounting?
Malik cut his eyes at her. He was good with numbers, but he
didn't see himself in a suit. It just didn't seem like something
he wanted to do.
Malik. I already told Lamar.. I dont want to be in a suit and
tie.. That aint me..
Chante. Well put on some khakis and a polo... You don't have to
put on a suit and tie to be seen as professional... It helps..
But -shrug- I just want you to find something you enjoy..
Malik smirked.
Malik. Well. Right now I'm finna enjoy this lasagna and then I'm
go to this party.. See if I can make some college friends..
Chante shook her head.
Chante. Dont you be drinking and driving... And you and Don
better behave too..
Malik. We always on our best behavior.
Chante. Mmhmm..
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Re: One Year Later
By: BigBossJay Date: May 27, 2019, 1:31 pm
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Donovan pulled up outside of Malik's house, shaking his head as
he listened to his mother scream over the phone.
Joseline. What did I tell you about them streets, Donovan?!
Don. Ma, you seriously gon' complain?
Joseline. I told you I don't want you out there!
Don. I'm getting money, right?! I'm keeping bills paid and food
in the house, right?! Why the fuck it matter how I'm doing it?!
I can't keep us going off no $8 an hour from McDoanld's, aite?!
Donovan checked his anger and bit his tongue.
Don. I'll see you later, mama.
Joseline. Dono--
Donovan hung up the phone and texted Malik's phone.
Don.:. Open the door, nigga. I'm outside.
He waited until he seen the front door open before climbing out
of his car and walking into the house. He and Malik slapped
hands.
Malik. I thought I was coming to get you.
Don. I had to get up outta there, man. Ma trippin' again.
He looked up as Chante walked downstairs.
Don. How you doin', Miss Chante?
Chante. I'm fine, Donovan. Don't y'all look nice. Don't be
getting Malik into no trouble.
Don. We ain't going to look for nothin'.
Chante. Uh huh. It's lasagna in the kitchen if you're hungry.
Don. Oh, that's a bet. Your lasagna bomb as hell.
Donovan walked off to the kitchen and grabbed a plate as Lamar
walked in dressed.
Don. Sup, Lamar?
Lamar. What's up, youngin?
Don. I can't call it.
Lamar. Malik, what time y'all plan on getting back? You ain't
going just to party, you said you were gon get some information
on the school.
Don. School? You ain't got me going to no wack ass high school
party, bruh...I just know you don't.
Malik. Nah, fool. It's a college party, chick from Xavier asked
me to roll through.
Lamar. You know, Donovan, Xavier wouldn't be such a bad spot for
you to land either.
Don. Me? In college? Ha!
Donovan grabbed a piece of garlic bread and sat at the table.
Lamar. I don't get how both of you can be this smart and not
want to go to school.
Don. No offense, OG, but you ain't grow up like us. Ain't nobody
in my family ever been to college.
Lamar. All the more reason for you to go. Set an example for
your younger family. If Donovan can do it, they can too.
Donovan glanced at Malik.
Don. This the kinda shit you hear all day?
Chante. Watch your mouth in my house, Donovan.
Don. My bad, Miss Chante.
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Re: One Year Later
By: deHamm Date: May 27, 2019, 2:04 pm
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Malik watched as Chante smirked and shook her head.
Chante. Lamar is right though... Both of yall need to be doing
something with yourselves.. Something constructive.
Don. You really think so Miss Chante?
Chante nodded.
Chante. I know so..
Malik looked at Donovan as he ate and smiled at Chante. Malik
shook his head and made his plate as well while Myles walked
into the kitchen.
Myles. Ohh. Whatup Donovan!
Myles went over to slap Donovans hand then he sat next to him at
a table.
Myles. Where yall about to go?
Don. We was invited to a party...
Myles. I wanna go..
Malik. This aint yo scene lil man...
Lamar. I thought you was going to your friends house tonight...
Myles. Oh.. Yeah.. Okay. I forgot.
Chante. Well you're already packed up so whenever you're ready
I'll take you..
Myles. Okay..
... A few hours later, Donovan and Malik stepped out of his car
and looked around the familiar neighborhood and smirked as
people filed into a single house some ways away from them.
Malik looked over at Donovan and smiled.
Donovan. It look like a bunch of bitches here tonight...
Malik. Yeahh.. I aint know it was over here though... -sigh- My
pops used to live around the corner..
Donovan nodded.
Donovan. He sholl did...
Malik shook his head and cleared his throat.
Malik. Alright... Let's go see what we can get into..
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