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||𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧||😣.

"Bestfriend please put yo lashes on," Teezy sighed appearing in the bathroom threshold, leaning his body against the frame, "I told you about that alopecia shit already."

"I don't need them best, I'm fine." I said screwing the back of my earring on after I slipped in through the piercing, "this is an interview, not the club."

"Just because it's not the club don't mean you gotta walk in there with bald lids, that's unprofessional too."

"I'm not finna do this with you today," I let out a breath to calm my nerves while fixing my hair, "should I put it up in a bun? I feel like I look younger with it down."

"No, it's fine like that stop worrying."

"Okay," I grabbed the lip liner holding it up, "lip liner or no lip liner?"

He cocked his lips head to the side looking at me thinking, "lip liner, I like that on you."

"Thanks best," I smiled opening the liner as I leaned closer to the mirror, outlining my lips with it.

I closed the liner and picked up my clear gloss, putting some on and rubbing it in admiring the look.

"Can you pass me my jacket?"

He grabbed my cream colored blazer that matched my cream colored pants off the back of the door, handing it to me, "what job is this interview for again?"

"A personal assistant."

"For who?"

"A man who owns a couple businesses around the city."

"You sure that's something you wanna do? Usually those people with personal assistants be mean and obnoxious for no reason."

I let out a breath unplugging the flat irons and checking the time on my Apple Watch, "it's not something I wanna do but if it's necessary then I have to."

"Money becoming that much of an issue?"

"Yes we got so accustomed to this lifestyle and it's starting to be a problem, cutting down on costs been harder than I thought and if we wanna stay afloat, we need a steady source of income."

"Best why you ain't been say something?" He sighed following me out the bathroom and into my bedroom, "you know I got plenty money in the bank that's just sitting there."

"Because you've already done enough, we took not one but two vacations all at your expense and I never been the type to ask somebody for money."

"You right, asking for money is ghetto but what if you don't ask, what if I just give it to you?"

"Then I still won't accept it."

"And why not?"

"Because I'll feel like I owe you something and I hate that feeling," I said truthfully, "heels or flats?"

"Heels," he said and I went into the closet, grabbing my cream colored pumps, "and I get that but still, I can't just sit back and watch you struggle."

I sat on the edge of the bed removing my socks and sliding the heels on, "I'm not struggling yet best, I'ma be okay."

I walked over to my full body mirror and turned to the side, examining my look, "I look okay?"

"Yes," he sniffed, "my little caucasian growing up."

I laughed walking over to the nightstand and grabbing my phone off the charger.

I went to facetime and called Cameron who didn't answer the phone making me frown.

I called again two more times only to get the same thing, no response.

Porqué ¿

I went to my contacts and called Chief since I knew he was with him; he answered on with first ring.

"What it do."

"Hey Chief, where Killa at and where my baby?"

"He in the bathroom but Jay right here," he flipped the camera on Jay who laid there in his stroller playing with a blunt wrapper.

"Chief take that shit from my baby, who gave him that?"

"Sheed dumb ass," he took the wrapper and flipped the camera back on him, "he started crying when we was in Champs and that was the only thing that got him quiet."

"Hey bae!" Tyler said snatching the phone smiling, "you look extra sexy witcho sexy self."

"Thank you bae," I laughed as Teezy came up beside me looking at my phone.

Tyler ran around the mall and stopped a random white man, shoving the phone in his face, "look at my bae, look at my bae, don't she look sexy?"

"Umm excuse me ma'am-"

"Tyler I-"

"Answer my question," she said getting in the camera with him, "don't she look good?"

"Y-yes she does now can I please go?"

"Tampon, she know she do," she took the phone back, "gone ahead, you boring anyways."

"Friend, stop harassing my fellow caucasian!"

"Tyler stop passing my phone off to random people, ion need them scrolling through my camera roll," Chief said snatching the phone back, "gon find out how blessed this black man is."

"Just nasty," I shook my head and he looked at me for a few seconds just not saying anything, "umm, the phone froze?"

"Nah my bad, where you going?"

"To an interview,"

"Oh forreal? For what?"

"A personal assistant," I walked over to the bed and dug in my purse, grabbing my keys, "man I hope I get this job."

"You will, don't even talk like that you know you got this."

"Let's hope you right," I smiled following Teezy out the door and down the stairs, "tell Cameron to call me whenever he get out the bathroom and don't give my baby no more blunt wrappers."

"I won't, next time we gone give him some weed."

"Cheif—"

He laughed at my frowning, "I'm just playing, I gotchu and let me know how that interview go."

"Okay, I will."

We hung up as me and Teezy walked out the front door and out to the driveway.

"See you later best, I love you." I said hugging him.

"Bye bestfriend, good luck and I love you too." He smiled at me before sighing, "now it's time to join the black folks at the mall where they always be."

"Don't start."

"Too late," he took his keys out his pocket and unlocked his doors, "they lucky I got that good credit."

"Period, and do."

I unlocked the doors to my Rover hopping in as he hopped in his car and backed out, driving off.

I started my truck and was putting it in reverse when Cameron facetimed me, "yellow."

"Hey m—why you answering the phone like that?" He frowned, "you been around Teezy white ass too long."

"First of all, he caucasian." I corrected him sitting the phone in my lap as I backed out.

"Yeah aight," he waved me off before squinting in the camera, "Janaee where the hell yo seatbelt?"

I sighed rolling my eyes, "you sound like Kennedy, ion need no seatbelt cause real bitches don't die bae."

"You can't keep using that as an excuse for everything."

"And can."

"So whatchu gone do if you get in an accident?"

"Call that little insurance lizard man." I said in a duh tone, shifting gears.

"Geico?"

"Yeah that place," I said plainly starting my drive to the interview location, "or that Flo lady from Progressive."

"You wouldn't have to call nobody if you just wore a seatbelt like you supposed to."

"Ion need one, I'm a real bitch we fly out windshields and wake up from comas."

"That's that disabled shit," he sighed and I heard Jay start to fuss.

"What's wrong with my baby?"

"Sheed teasing him with a dime bag."

"I'm finna kick Sheed ass," I said speeding up zooming through a red light, "where Lexi?"

The law can kiss my yellow ass.

"She at home sleep," he gave Jay his binky, seizing his cries before looking at me, "you look good, you going to that interview?"

"Yes I am, thank you pookie."

"Fasho, let me see what you got on."

I smiled deciding to slow down at this red light before braking completely and slowly moving the camera down my body, showing him my outfit.

"I like that outfit, when you come home I wanna take it off of you, let's roll play like they do on porn."

"Your sick." I laughed putting the camera back on my face as the light turned green.

"No but forreal though, you couldn't find another shirt?" He frowned, "them pillow ass titties on swole today and ion like that."

"This the only one that matches sir, he won't be looking at my titties anyways."

"Let's hope not," there was a pause before he looked back at me, "you sure you wanna take this job?"

I let out a loud sigh of irritation before responding, "Cameron I'm not finna keep having this same conversation with you."

"I genuinely wanna know."

"Yes I wanna take it if it means I'll be able to provide for my family, is that all?"

"Aye watch yo tone, all I asked was a simple ass question."

"The same question that I already answered multiple times," I rose my voice struggling to hide my frustration.

"Alright bruh but ion like the idea of you working for another nigga Janaee, especially as his personal assistant."

"Well this the only job that I got called to do an interview for and you ain't doing shit to bring money in so the fuck am I supposed to do? Wait til we go broke?"

He chuckled lowly shaking his head and I knew I had struck a nerve, "fuck you mean I'm not doing shit? You make it seem like I'm just sitting on my ass all day when we both now them not facts."

"Tell me what you do Cameron," I exited my lane and pulled over, turning the car off.

"I take care of my son—"

"As you should."

"Let me talk bruh! I take care of him, you, I make sure y'all straight, I clean up the house—"

"That's a lie, you help me sometimes but nine times out of ten, I'm the one cleaning shit up and we both know that, yeah you take care of Jay but that's what your supposed to do. This is why I said we wasn't ready for a baby yet because we don't even have our shit together."

"Yes we do! We doing better than half the people our age."

"How? We had a baby by nineteen and we just got married but neither one of us have jobs and yeah, we have our own home but without money, we gone lose that mufucka in no time."

"We won't though, we just going through a drought shit ain't gone be like this forever."

"I know it won't because I'm preventing it now since you act like you can't."

"Here we go again," he sighed, "I'm still waiting on you to tell me what the fuck I don't do to help."

"I been asking you to get a job for the longest and what's your excuse Cameron?"

"It ain't no excuse, I refuse to be a slave for another mufucka with a minimum wage ass job," he said plainly, "simple."

"Exactly! If you ain't doing shit to help financially then you don't get to feel no type of way about my job choice because I'll strip if I have to to provide for my baby, unlike you who won't even work a day job to help fix things. I feel like I'm doing everything myself around this bitch."

"Alright Janaee, you got it," he chuckled slightly, "I'm finna show you how it really feel to do shit on yo own, have a good interview and you can come pick yo son up once its over."

He hung up the phone and I struggled to hold back the tears burning my eyes feeling my face get hot.

After letting the tears run their course for a few minutes I picked up the phone and called him back only to hear,"you have reached the voicemail box of..."

* not proofread , ignore any mistakes *

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do y'all lick the seasoning off y'all chips before y'all eat them ?

& do any of y'all write books that y'all need feedback on or that y'all want me to read ?