(Very important authors note at the end!!!!, please don't skip ❤️,for those that will still skip 😂, I have a new book on my profile,add it up boos and read the first few chapters and don't forget to tell me what you feel ❤️❤️)

Yobanna

Lonely by Justin Bieber ft Benny Blanco was playing softly from my phone while I laid on my back against the couch in the spacious living room that was really empty.

It was  like a routine to me for the past few days,wake up,watch some movies,let my mind wander as I listened to music and then probably sleep for a while and I totally avoided social media too.

Somehow my mind wandered to Selena for probably the one hundredth million time since I started staying home,her face and the scent when we hugged and how I felt so happy when she was close by without her doing anything,how satisfied I was simply staring at her. The way her eyelids flattered, her quiet laughter and how her eyes lit up just listening to her favorite songs.

I groaned as the music changed to some Burna boy's song I liked but definitely wasn't in the mood to listen to so I changed it back to Justin's song,I mean it definitely did explain my whole mood.

"Okayyy, nigga, sulking time is over!" Paris barged into my thoughts and into the sitting room.

She had dyed her hair to ginger red and she was wearing shorts and sweat shirt,a black shade over her eyes,she removed it gently and tucked into her pocket,maybe she did reblack shade over her eyes,she removed it gently and tucked into her pocket.

In her hands were leather bags, transparent bags that made me realize it had brown paper bags that probably had food in them.

"Yobanna!!"  I heard another person scream in a high pitched voice and then I was quickly engulfed in a warm hug. Only Zara could  do this,hug the day light out of me.

"You've got some nice crib here ain't gonna lie" A baritone voice said and my eyes went to the door,Mattew was standing at the door,one leg in and one leg out,a look of amusement on his face.

"Get in and close my fucking door" Paris sneered at him. Fun fact, Paris didn't exactly like my brother and the whole hospital saga made her more aggressive towards him.

But Mattew was more amused than offended,he closed the door quietly behind him and then came into full view,he was wearing a camo short and a white shirt that made his muscles bulge.

"Zara okay chill, the hug is actually beginning to hurt I swear" I groaned while laughing at the same time. She was wearing this cute short skirt and pink top and her braids were let down, some covering a part of her face.

"Are you feeling good at all?" I asked her and she nodded.

" You sure, is anyone in school bullying you or something?"

Again she shook her head.

Now Zara knew, she had cried in my arms the first time she heard about it but she had recovered as fast as anything and sometimes it scared me, how she was always quick to forget things and situation.

"Isn't your skirt a little short?" I asked after giving it another once over.

" Well I'm not a baby, I'm old enough to wear short skirts" She threw herself on the couch beside me and I found myself chuckling and Mattew also.

"I'll just remove your teeth if you try anything stupid, guy see this small pikin o" Mattew switched to vernacular at the same time I let out the laughter in my throat.

"Madam I'm old enough to wear short skirts" I mimcked her throwing my hands in the air like she did "You go collect I swear" I told her in vernacular.

"Normally. Normally" Mattew agreed with me, both of laughing at her.

" I actually thought you were sad, didn't know I was getting bullied by my older brothers" She rolled her eyes at us.

"Okay no bullying of little girls in my house else you get thrown out on G, I'm not playing." Paris warned

She faced my older brother and raised a brow

"Especially you Matthew" She eyed him and I laughed as Mattew raised his hand in surrender.

She turned to face me.

"How do you feel?" She asked me, it was as though she had a light switch in her eyes, the laser beams for Mattew and the cute ones for me.

"Better" was my one worded reply, honestly I did feel better just seeing my siblings and Paris, it made me glad.

And I casted a look of appreciation at Paris as she left to the kitchen,I totally knew I didn't want to share the same space with my parents and somehow I found myself at her door step and she had me.

I could easily leave the country or even book a hotel for myself but I wanted some sort of company and her house did the trick.

Despite the fact Paris was as single as the word single, it probably makes no sense but at least you get what I'm trying to say,she still had this home that felt so comfy and warm.

The first time I had stepped in, I realized just how much Paris loved peach. The whole walls of the sitting room was covered in peach, giving off these comfy feelings, like the room was a caccon enveloping you.

And I didn't know why but her house had a fireplace like houses in old British houses and it made me chuckle the first time I saw it and Paris had told me it was merely a decoration.

Her large windows which overlooked the estate had a single giant white curtain that looked so regal.

She had a smart Tv, three long cushions that were fluffy and white,so white I feared I could stain it by just touching it.

There was a lot of light too,three light bulbs that flooded the whole sitting room with light and the floors were tiled and so neat.

"Damn, this place is boring, maybe I could play some music" Mattew said after glancing around for a moment.

"NO MUSIC IN MY HOUSE!" Paris yelled from her kitchen that made me think she probably ran a restaurant with the whole fancy kitchen appliances all over the place that covered every inch.

"Even afropop?" Mattew tried to reason.

"Yes, even afro pop" She responded and Mattew sat down tiredly

" Your manager really hates my guts I swear and I haven't seen someone who hates me for this long"

" Maybe she likes you?" Zara contributed,her lashes fluttering cutely.

"What do you know about liking somebody?" Mattew eyed her.

Zara ignored us again and went back to pressing her phone like she didn't say something some seconds ago.

"Yobanna, Selena dropped a video this morning" Paris came in with a tray filled with food. All kinds of food, I could make out the rice and stew filled with chicken and spaghetti but my mind was more occupied with the information Paris just dropped on me.

"A video?" I was really confused "A video about what?"I asked slowly wondering how the word video and Selena was in the same sentence, Selena who was so shy and reserved, most times I had to take unaware pictures of her cos she wouldn't stay still, she was either hiding her face or laughing.

"Well looks like star girl created an Instagram account" Paris was swiping through her phone, her hand moving so fast "Over 50k followers already and the video is about you"

Okay, this was more confusing.

"About me?"I was up from the couch, from my peripheral vision I could see that Zara's fingers had stopped typing across her screen. I wasn't the only curious one.

"Yeah, watch this" She handed the phone over to me and my siblings were at both sides, their heads glued to the phone.

"Oh my God she's so cute" Zara cooed and I couldn't agree less. As her words floated into my ears I couldn't stop staring at her, at how perfect she looked.

As humans we can do better as teens and even adults. Social media is a wonderful platform and should totally not be used for trolling people or dropping insensitive comments.
Some people can't stand what they dish out to people especially celebrities who are also humans, I totally think it's unfair.

She said more things in her short video and then I was surprised when she said

Stop hiding Yobanna. Can't wait to see you and I really miss youuu

"Wait is my eyes paining me or this nigga wants to cry?" Mattew casted a glance at me, his tone teasing " Ahhh,God abeg o,God when" He said amusement laced in his tone.

"She's really cute,I love her eyes" Zara kept fawning over Selena like a fan girl. I wanted to tell Zara I loved everything about her. Every single inch of her.

**

Selena

My nose was buried in reading a book I had bought recently for myself. It was a young adult book that made me giddy and sad at the same time but I embraced all emotions as it came.

It was sports day in St Louis and no one was allowed to stay in classes or the library, everyone had to be on the field or court or just where ever and well, baby girl was a total bummer.

I quietly sat beside the basketball court where hormonal teenagers were running around, hitting the ball against the floor and making swishing sounds with their shoes plus music playing from their Bluetooth speakers.

I had already tucked in my earphones, allowing the soft instrumental create the perfect atmosphere for me.

I was just about to flip to the 80th page when it dawned to me that someone was standing right in front of me. The strong whiff of vanilla making its way to my nostrils.

I raised my eyes slowly from my book and rested them first on the shoes. The customised Dolce shoes that belonged to one person I knew. The shoes was really black with white around it's edges. They looked so expensive and big,you could bet they are capable of breaking someone's leg.

Slowly my eyes trailed up,from the shoes to the purple football jersey for St Louis footballers with no7 scribed on it up to the face of Zion Ayo.

"I didn't know you were busy ..." He stuttered, taking two steps backwards " I'd just come around later,so sorr..y" He looked really nervous, his eyes darting around everywhere except my face. I mean this dude was like twice my size and here he was losing his cool.

His eyes were so soft. I looked at the bag in his hands.

"I'm not busy" I responded, closing my book.

Loud cheers erupted from the basketball court,these boys were really loud.

His once sad eyes morphed into confusion,he flickered his eyelids repeatedly. I was sure he wasn't expecting me to respond positively.

He cleared his throat.

"I..." He was going to begin and then another round of cheers erupted from the court,the song had changed to Buga by Kizz Daniel and seriously speaking,I've heard that song maybe a million times without intending too.

"I'm really sorry Selena,I know I fucked up" He shifted weight from one foot to the other. He was back to his normal hair cut.

" I really want to make things right,I shouldn't have said those mean things. I mean I realised how dumb I was and I really regret it.

It's fine if you don't want to ever talk to me I deserve it but you really are an awesome person Selena and I really was lucky having you as a friend."

" I miss talking to you" He added, a wistful sad smile was at the corners of his lips "I really do"

A cool breeze blew over my face making a loose strand of hair leave the bun, I tucked it back in.

"So" I finally broke the silence and some song by Victony started playing.

"How many hours did it take you to rehearse this speech?"

He was taken aback for a minute until I smirked at him teasingly.

And his face and eyes lit up so fast and it was so radiant, like a flourscent light or rather a light tower by the side of a calm sea,he was grinning so widely I feared his jaw would drop that moment.

"Wait,you forgive me?" Zion asked like a child that had been given candy and I nodded.

Dude enveloped me in a hug and it felt nostalgic. Raising me from the pevement I was sitting on and twirling me around for a second. In between laughs he kept saying thank you.

"Thank you so much, thank you" He kept muttering.

When he finally dropped me, he remembered the leather bag he came with. He stretched the bag to me urging me to take it.

"My mum" He was telling me while I opened the leather bag "She said I should give them to you"

My jaw dropped when I saw the shoes. God, there was shoe and shoes. The customized sneakers were a soft gray, with white soles and a little gold dangling at it's side, with S written boldly at the side. And it was gifted to me by the CEO of Dolce shoe brand? God, I was going to cry.

"You, you don't like it?" Zion's eyes widened " We could change the color if you want,my mum wasn't sure.." He rasped out in one breath.

I eyed him.

"I love it actually. Thank you so much" I looked at him warmly.

He chuckled trying to hide the blush creeping on his face while rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Anytime" it seemed more like a promise and it was at that moment, the bell went for signifying the end of a stressful school day.

**
Guys I struggled so much to complete this chapter, I've had it half written here in my draft and it's partly because I'm currently an IT student at a radio station and some days I just stare blankly at the screen.

Secondly these past few days I've been reading amazing literatures and trying to write a YA book,my very first.

There is going to be so much color in there and I can't wait to begin writing it fully. So y'all go add up Tall Glass of Wine

I'm really excited about writing it, though we are officially going to begin when I finish writing Perspectives.

Finally,hmm, while struggling to write this chapter,I was like,mehn, writing isn't really easy and yet someone out there thinks it's fun to steal someone's work. If you see authors talk about plagiarism it's because writing is not actually very easy, you think, re read, write,plan and all.