Free Love Overrated by Latasia Nadia

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      "I could have made my plate, but thanks beautiful," I sat down and started going in on my breakfast.
      "Damn, I didn't know you could cook, this shit is banging. What else can you do that you haven't told me about," I asked her seriously.
      "It’s a lot you don't know about me, but we’re not gonna talk about that," she stopped talking because her cellphone started ringing.
      "Wassup Brittany?" she said into the receiver, "I can't hear you, hold on I'm going to put you on speaker. Now what were you saying?"
      "I was just calling to see what your fast ass was doing since you ain't come home last night," I heard her and Draya laughing in the background.
      "I didn't do anything last night," she spoke back to her sister, "What y'all doing?"
      "Nothing much, Draya getting dressed to go see her boo. I'm in for the day. I got a stomach virus. I don't know what I ate yesterday, but my stomach ain't feeling it," Brittany complained into the phone
    “What boo is Draya going to see," I said snatching the phone from Kaylee.
      "Give me back my damn phone Rashaan," Kaylee tried to snatch the phone out my hand.
       "Brittany don't let her leave the house, I'll be there in twenty minutes," I handed Kaylee back her phone and started putting my shoes on.
      "Brittany I'll call you back," I heard Kaylee tell her. She came in the living room just as I finished putting my sneakers on.
      "Rashaan?"
      "Wassup Kay?" I asked looking up at her.
      "First thing first, don't ever snatch my phone out my damn hand. That was just disrespectful. Second thing is, I know you don't want your little sister talking about having a boo or a boyfriend, but it's going to happen. If you agree or if you don't she's still going to do it. Draya is smart, and I'm one hundred percent sure she’s good," she said.
      "Honestly, Kaylee I respect what you are saying, and shit, but I'm not having my sister out there fucking and shit. She's a baby, my baby, and I'll be damned if I allow her to start dating. If a nigga break her heart, then I'll have no choice, but to break that nigga’s skull and I don't need my mother stressed out because I'm in jail for murder," I got up from the couch and walked out the front door. On my way to my mother’s house, I stopped at the gas station to get me a wrap.
       “Let me get a wrap," I said to the gas station attendee.
       "Here you can put this soda on his tab too," I turned around and seen Ashanti standing behind me. I shook my head, paid for the soda, and wrap, then left the store.
       "Where you going" Ashanti started walking towards my car with me.
       "Somewhere you’re not, now if you'd excuse me I had to go." I hopped in the whip.
       "We need to have a better communication for the sake of this baby that I'm carrying."
       "When the baby born let me know," I said before pulling off. I wasn't going to leave her hanging with a baby. We both laid down and made it, so I wouldn't just let her do everything but herself. I didn't need her annoying the hell out of me though. I'd find out what she's having when she finds out and have my mother go shopping for the baby. Then when she has him or her, I'll help physically.
       "I pulled up to my mother's house and noticed her car wasn't in the driveway. It was Sunday, so I know she wasn't at work. She probably was at the supermarket getting Sunday dinner.
       "Draya," I called out soon as I walked in the house. She ignored me, so I went upstairs. I knocked on the door and didn't get a response, so I opened it without permission. Draya and Brittany were both knocked out. I shook my head and walked back downstairs.
       “You spoke to Julian today?" I asked him. Julian was a nigga we fucked with from around town.
      "Yeah, he waiting for his pops to get home with the truck, then he gonna scoop me from Kiaja’s crib and we going to come help you move the rest of your shit."
       "You still fucking with that Kiaja bitch from the