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JUST CREEPIN'

KAMARION MONTGOMERY
SEPTEMBER 22nd; FRIDAY.

"WHAT YOU DOIN' ? Where you at?" Bam asked on the phone with his little sister. She hadn't been home all day, and it was almost nine o'clock pm.

"I'm getting some flowers for my hair stylists daughter grave. I felt really bad today when jourie and I took Kourtney to give her lunch and she was sad." Samaria explained .

"You knew her daughter?" Bam questioned instantly feeling bad and he didn't even know the woman or her daughter.

"Nah, but I've seen her on social media before. Even before she died. Her name was like miracle or something. Ion know. Anyway, I'm at the mall at the flower vending machine ." She explained. "What do you want." She looked down at her phone that displayed her brothers face.

"I thought you was with jourie. She just texted me from a number ion know asking if she could come over to talk to me. You know what that's about?" Bam asked skeptically. He hadn't responded to the message because he wasn't sure it was a good idea.

Everytime jourie wanted to talk, it was the same thing, over and over and over again. He wasn't in the mood for one of their notorious conversations because they all ended the same way.

"Okay, so what you want me to do." Samaria continued picking a beautiful bouquet of red roses, watching the machine do what it was supposed to do.

"Is it a set up? Let me know something." Bam urged her quickly, his fingers hovering over the key board trying to find a response.

"I think you should." Samaria shrugged her shoulders carelessly.

"Why though, do you know something that I don't? I need context , I'm not in the mood to have the same conversation , but ion wanna be mean and say no." Bam admitted truthfully.

"Bam, be mean?" Samaria repeated his words, it sounded like an excuse to her and she wasn't going to entertain it, nor say what he wanted to hear. "It's up to you. Do what you feel is right. I learned my lesson I'm not getting in yall shit no more no matter how hard y'all try and make me." She dismissed.

"Aight, when you gon' be home." He switched the topic eyeing the gray message.

"Give me an hour and I'm there." Samaria hung up right after and he rolled his eyes. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and started to type out his reply.

+1 727-810-3166

Hey, this is jourie this my new number. I know you may not want to, and that's fine but I was wondering if I could come over and talk to you about something you may be interested in? It won't take long, a few minutes at most. I just prefer to talk in person about it.

Right now?

Yeah, I'm in the area so it would save time.

Alr jourie but I'm not trynna hear the same thing

Okay, I understand. I'll be there in fifteen.

Aight.

—

He shook his head putting this phone down, and continued pouring water from the jug into his glass. He had just finished washing the dishes since it was his turn.

He wanted to hurry up before they piled up and he had to wash more than he wanted.

He kept thinking about what jourie would say, she seemed to always have him feeling anyway but normal. Sometimes he pissed her off, at one point he loved her more than he did himself, then there were times where he felt nothing.

Bringing his cup to his lips, his phone started ringing and he thought it was jourie so he picked it up—seeing Pierre instead. He answered the FaceTime call anyway.

"Wassup?" Bam greeted the girl.

"Hey!" She sounded excited making him smile.

"What you so happy for?" He questioned her playfully, holding his cup in one hand, and his phone in the other making his way to the living room.

"My dad is coming to see me tomorrow? Do you wanna come. He wants to meet you." She explained, shocking him. She never talked about her dad so he figured the man wasn't in the picture.

"How he know about me?" Bam asked even though it was obvious.

"I tell him about you duh. Even when we were just regular friends, your a good friend worth talking about bam." She assured him.

He knew she was just saying how she felt, but he could tell there was more meaning behind it. She wanted to be more, and he was trying to do that for her to make her happy—but he wasn't sure it would make him happy.

He found himself putting someone else's feelings before his own again and he had no idea how to feel about it. He swore only he got himself in these situations.

"Oh...alright. What time ?" He questioned , watching her grow even more excited because that meant the answer was most likely yes. She valued her dads opinion , just like bam valued his parents opinion.

"Around 7, we're going out to eat." She told him, as the wheels in his head started turning.

"Alright. That's fine I can make it." Bam reluctantly agreed, hearing her squeal with excitement on the other line. Sometimes he forgot he was the younger one.

Pierre was twenty-two, and he was the ripe age of twenty but you would never know. Bam had the maturity level of someone in their thirties, so people always thought he was older.

"Okay, I'll text you and remind you tomorrow, and bam please don't be late okay? Make a good impression." She warned him, but it fell upon deaf ears. He knew how to be respectful, there was no need to remind him.

"I hear you." He lied since he hadn't heard anything really.

"Okay, bye, talk to you tomorrow." They said their goodbyes before he hung up, and picked up the remote to start back the show he was watching.

He was very interested in BMF so he was watching the latest episode.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door pulling his attention from the TV. He knew it was jourie, because if it were his sister or Sahid they had a key. It was after 9, so no one would be showing up at their home so late.

He stood up from the soft plush couch and his legs carried him to the door. He opened it up revealing jourie and he had to do a double take at her.

He didn't even recognize her at first. The girl was wearing a plain cropped white tshirt that stopped mid torso just enough to show her belly piercing that he'd never seen her with until now. With that, she wore stacked leather pants from fashion nova that hugged her curves just right, and a pair of black Lanvin curb sneakers with the large white laces. Across her body was an all black small leather telfar bag to complete her look.

Not only that surprised him, but she'd obviously changed her hair since the last time he'd saw her. What was once a curly mane of dark brown hair down her back, was now silk pressed and even looked to be shorter with pink highlights throughout her hair. She had two top knots at the top of her head, and the back was out and straight — bumped at the ends a little.

"Hey sorry if it's a little late for you." She apologized stepping-through the door, never noticing how the boy had assessed her from head to toe, since she was in her own nerves.

"You straight, nobody else here right now, so what's good wit you?" He closed the door, following her to the living room since she was aquatinted with the place a little more now.

"What do you mean?" She questioned curiously taking a seat on the couch, crossing her ankles and folding her hands into her lap.

"You look different. You coming from somewhere?" He made small talk. A part of him just didn't want it to be awkward, and the other part was curious to her change in appearance.

Jourie was a pretty girl, but she had never dressed the way she was. She was always high maintenance, but she was always a tshirt and jeans type of girl—sometimes a track suit every once and a while too. Then her hair. She loved her hair, and she had changed it—granted it still looked beautiful if you asked him.

"Yeah, I went out to eat by myself. I was hungry and wanted some alone time." She nodded slightly, looking around the home again. She wouldn't tell him she was trying to prep herself to come over.

He nodded, "that's what's up. So why you here what's goin on?" He questioned her getting to what he really wanted to know. He figured the small talk wasn't working.

"Well, I came to tell you I took your advice. I started going to therapy last week, and I've been to two sessions now." She started, noticing his eyes widen the more she spoke.

"Okay, do you like it. Do you feel like it's helping you?" He questioned.

She smiled nodding at his concern. "Yes I do. I feel like it's helping me understand my emotions and everything behind my behavior, but my therapist is urging me to ask you to accompany, since most of it has to do with our relationship. No one but us has to know about it. She would just like the second perspective of our story." She admitted.

He blinked slowly. He wanted to tell her of course, but he was very hesitant. She could see it written all over his face so she continued. "I've been working on communication, and I promise to hear you out and be fair. I don't want to cause a scene, but I do feel like this is crucial to me taking a step forward and moving on."

His eyes fell onto hers, and he could see the sincerity on her face. "Alright, when is it?" He agreed. He was the one who urged her to go to therapy so he felt it was only fair to go if he was being asked just this one time.

"Tomorrow, it's at five-thirty and the session is an hour long at mindful moments therapy with Dr. Graves." She informed him, passing the card cover.

"Damn no way." He looked at the card.

"What?" She questioned.

"My grannies went to a therapist named Dr graves, and so did my momma and auntie. This not the same one though but that's crazy." It was obvious since she was only 27. That wasn't possible.

"Wow, that is. Maybe they're related somehow." Jourie suggested.

He nodded but he was thinking about how the session ended at six thirty, and he agreed to dinner with Pierre and her dad at seven. That was calling it close and he hoped one activity didn't bleed into the other.

"Probably. But yeah, I'll come." He nodded again watching her let out a breath of relief. She didn't know why but she really did think he was going to tell her no.

"Okay, thank you so much bam." She stood up drawing his eyes that were watching her. She caught how he seemed to be so mesmerized with her, and knew she had to leave before it got the best of both of them.

She didn't want anything they would regret doing later on happening . "Bye, I'll see you tomorrow." She waved waking to the door, and he stood up walking behind her so he could lock up.

"Alright." He spoke as she opened the door, and he held it open. She walked out, "I like your hair by the way." He complimented and she smiled brightly.

"Thank you. This shit took guts." She admitted. Cutting even an inch off her hair had her scared, so four was a big risk.

"I'm glad you took the risk. It look nice. See you tomorrow." He closed the door , letting out a huge breath. He needed to take a shower and go to bed for the busy day ahead of him tomorrow.

THE NEXT DAY.

Kamarion walked through the building towards the back like jourie instructed him during the messages where her therapists office was located.

When he got to the large door, he looked at the gold plate on the door that read out Dr. Graves.

He knocked like jourie told him, and a few moments afterwards the door was pulled open. "Are you kamarion?" The young woman asked him and he nodded.

"Nice to meet you, you can come in." She stepped aside, and he had to duck his head in order to walk through the door frame.

"Am I late?" He felt bad looking at jourie. He had been doing everything early today to assure he would be on time and he still seemed to not make it in time.

"No bam, calm down." Jourie laughed, "you right on time." She told him causing him to relax.

"You can go have a seat next to jourie." Latia told him.

He did as told, sitting next to jourie at a respectable distance before latia spoke again. "My mother is also a therapist, so I rather go by latia over Dr graves." Latia informed them.

Bam and jourie looked at each other and jourie smirked. "What?" Latia questioned.

"Oh nothing, you can go." Jourie told latia.

Bam looked at jourie a little longer, her hair was pinned up in a claw clip style opposed to the style he saw last night. Her skin looked so smooth and soft and her lips were exceptionally glossy. She was wearing an all black Ed hardy two piece , and he liked it.

"So kamarion, I'm sure you know why your here." Latia looked at him, after jotting down about their interaction, and the sneak peaks he kept taking at her.

"Yeah, and bam is cool." He reminded her.

Latia nodded. "Okay, so what's your relationship with jourie?" She started.

"She's my god sister, and my ex girlfriend." He answered truthfully, taking her by surprise. It seemed jourie decided to leave that bit of information out.

"Okay, so bam when did you start seeing her differently?"

"The last time I got from juvie. I was sixteen about to be seventeen And she was fifteen." He replied making her nod.

"How would you describe your relationship?"

"It was good. I mean I loved her a lot, I did whatever she said or wanted me to do. I treated her right, everything just kind of went down hill towards the end."

Jourie couldn't take her eyes off of him as he spoke. She promised to hear his side and actually listen and she was determined to keep that promise, which meant no interrupting.

"What happened at the end?"

"Uhm," he shifted in his seat. "Our relationship had been a secret for too long, so I started trying to see where we was going. I mean I was in love so I didn't wanna stay a secret for forever. She just started brushing me off and pushing me away from her emotionally. I didn't know what I was doing wrong. So I asked this girl Shanell who was in my history class for advice." He explained.

"Okay. And were you two friends before you asked her for advice?" Latia questioned.

He nodded simply, "Yeah, we hung in the same crowd sometimes."

"Then what happened?"

"Nothing she was telling me was working, so eventually instead of asking for advice I started talking my problems to her. I now see that was fucked up but I just wanted input with someone who didn't know jourie or that we was together so that I got unbiased feedback. I never expected it to get as far as it did." He admitted, growing nervous.

"What do you mean by far?" Latia questioned him curiously.

"Sex." He answered. "It happened two times, both times I was in a vulnerable state, but that's not a excuse. I ended up breaking it off with her even our friendship. We had took it too far. Shanell ended up saying something about it front of jourie though so she found out."

"The crazy thing is I was planning on telling her. I just couldn't find a way to come clean because we was already in a weird spot, but I couldn't live with knowing that I cheated on jourie. Shanell just beat me to it." He continued.

"Did you ever feel bad after the acts were done bam?" Latia needed to get in his head. She couldn't tell if he was really sympathetic or not.

"The first time yeah. I was going crazy once reality set in. The second time though, I was under the influence at a party and barely remembered." He felt ashamed all over again.

"How far apart were these incidents." She continued to interrogate him. Bam now understood why his father didn't do therapy, Samir would probably be sweating bullets by now with all this questioning.

"Three or four days apart. I can't remember." He replied honestly.

"Jourie how do you feel about what you just heard?" Latia questioned.

"And it never happened again?" Jourie kept her eyes on bam, prompting him to turn his head and shake his head no to her.

"So she had no real reason to act the way she was afterwards.." she sounded unconvinced.

Bam sighed, "None jourie. I stopped before you even found out. She was only fighting you because I wasn't giving her attention, not because I was. I kept trynna tell you that, but you just didn't want to hear it because you wanted to be done wit me for good."

"Bam i was trying to give you another cha—jourie, you told me you wouldn't lie to me if I came here." He cut her off with knowing eyes and she dropped hers unable to look at him.

"Okay, maybe I was stringing you along. But I swear I didn't plan on doing it forever, I just needed to get my mind right before I decided on taking you back." She defended.

"You basically had a new boyfriend a month after everything went down. How you think that shit made me feel?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Bam you literally cheated on me with another female. How do you think that made me feel?" Jourie shot back. It wasn't hostile, she promised it wouldn't be like their past situations.

"I don't know, hurt and insecure." He replied willingly even though she didn't do the same.

Jourie dropped her eyes, "I guess that's how I made you feel too, huh." She acknowledged, seeing him nod from her peripheral vision.

"Yes." He responded truthfully. "You felt like you wasn't good enough for me when I cheated on you, and I felt the exact same way. I just don't appreciate how you never acknowledge that."

"I always admit my fuck ups to you. You just turn everything around on me, even though cheating was not the beginning of our problems and definitely not the end." She could hear the sorrow in his voice.

The room grew silent, and latia studied them closely.

Jourie was mustering up the courage to say what she wanted.

"Kamarion, I'm really sorry for the part that I played in the downfall of us. I was wrong to get rid of our baby just because I was afraid of what other people thought. I was wrong to make you feel like you weren't enough, or I was ashamed of you. I was wrong to make you feel like you were the cause of my behavior towards you. And I was especially wrong for playing with your feelings and emotions afterwards and not taking you into consideration . I really hope that you can forgive me." It was the most sincere apology he'd ever heard from jourie.

She didn't try to point fingers, or turn tables. She admitted her faults, and only hers. She didn't mention what he did once.

"I forgive you." He nodded.

"I'm sorry too. I know I've said it, but it was so fucked up to cheat on you, instead of breaking up wit you. I just really loved you, and I was in a dark place. I never wanted to hurt you, and that wasn't my intentions neither time. I also apologize for the way I was treating you, and giving you the cold shoulder. It wasn't necessary and I was just salty because you was bringing that nigga around so much." He reciprocated.

He had apologized many times before, but he felt it was only fair since she had finally broke down and admitted her faults. It was all her ever wanted, and he was happy to finally receive one.

Jourie felt accomplished like she had just took a new step.

"I forgive you too. I'm putting it behind me." She promised causing a small smile to appear on his face.

"Now you two get up and hug it out." Latia was grinning. She had never seen something like this before in her short years of psychology, but she loved every moment.

Doing as she said, the two stood up and wrapped their arms around each other , obliging to the short hug.

Jourie wouldn't say she was okay just yet, but she had made her peace with bam, and got her real closure on their past relationship. Everything was behind her now.

LATER.

Bam shook his head pulling the door open to Our Place. He liked their food, and they had a variety so he didn't mind.

He was just on edge because even though he promised he would be punctual, he was ten minutes late. Jouries session ran over with the two of them getting more stuff off their chest, and it just happened.

Pierre had been texting him, so he knew she and her father were already there. He walked past the host stand knowing where she was.

Once he got back there and laid eyes on Pierre he smiled. He got closer, and locked eyes with her father causing his smile to falter.

"Pierre this is your dad?"

"This is your boyfriend?"

They spoke at the same time, and Pierre was shocked. It was like bam knew everybody. It was impossible to know her dad though because he resided in Texas.

"How do you know him?" Pierre asked him skeptically.

"That's my god mommas brother—uncle Saint. So wait...you and jourie are first cousins?"

Thoughts and predictions?

Chile idk don't look at me.

MYA OUT🫡