RESHAWD IN THE MULTIMEDIA IF U DIDN'T SEE HIM.

HOLLAND

"Oh my God." I mumble, trying to finish off the notes my professor is giving the class. I decided to go to college. I want to be an Obstetrician just like ma was. I'm doing this shit to honor her. We had our differences but I really wouldn't be where I am without her.

"See you all Thursday evening." Professor Williams says. I get up and collect my notes, then walk out of the room. "Hey, you forgot your pen." this woman says, handing it to me. I smile. "Thank you." I say. She nods her head, blushing. "Are you blushing?" I ask, laughing. She always sits next to me during class but never says anything to me. "It's just... I heard about you." she says. I laugh and lean against the wall. "What you hear?" I ask. "I heard you have a special tongue." she says. I laugh. One thing I learned when I became an adult is that grown ass women are so bold. This lady could be around thirty eight and I'm only twenty. "Oh... have a nice day." I say, walking off. I'm trying to stay on top of my grades and better my life so everybody getting swerved.

I walk outside and hop in Emory's Corvette.  "Wassup, college girl?" he asks, smirking. I chuckle.  "You been saying that for the past two years, Emory." I say. He laughs. "Forreal tho, Holland, I'm proud of you." he says. "Thanks." I say. "I'm finna get a tattoo. You wanna ride with me?" he asks. I nod my head then buckle up.

We just got to a dope ass tattoo shop. A guy covered in tats and piercings walks up to us. "Wassup?" he greets, dapping Emory. "I'm ready, G. And this Holland." he introduces me. I wave at him. "Are you getting a tattoo, beautiful lady?" he asks. I giggle. "I might as well. Yeah." I answer.  "Do hers first." Emory says. I laugh then take my jacket off.  "I want  Zavianna in cursive going across my wrist with a crown above it." I tell him. "Awwww, I was shol finna get the OG face on my whole back. It's only right." he says. I nod my head. Her name gone always live on, believe that.

ERIC

I'm out walking, pushing Legend in his stroller. I don't mind watching my nephew though. I don't have anything else to do. I have no girlfriend and no job. I don't want a job, period. All I have is college. Being grown is boring as shit, really. Partying gets old. I'm at the point where I kinda want to settle down and start a family but at the same time, I'm like fuck it.

I spot Almond coming out of a flower shop. I walk over to him. "Wassup?" I ask. He daps me then hugs Legend. "Hey god son, I missed you, poo poo." he says. I'm used to the lil sweet ass names he calls me now. He's been doing it since I was a kid. It used to bother me because I'm straight but that's just how he is. "You too. How you been?" he asks. "Just taking it one step at a time, honey." he answers. I nod my head. "Who the flowers for?" I ask. "Zaya. I sure hate she in that predicament." he says, looking away. "What? Almond, she's dead." I say. He looks at me funny.  "Poo, she's not dead. She's been in the hospital for three years. How could you not know?" he asks me, confused. I fall back, feeling light headed. What the hell?

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