Maybe for the Summer

by Aubreé Pynn

Gallalucci like I made it up.

Nesha – an annoyance

Bebe – like BEEDEEBEED.

Katrina – George Bush don’t care about black people *Kayne Voice*

Charlie – owe Charlie bit my finger…

Julius is a member of a gang. There is gang activity. Gang activity means urban things are happening. If for some reason you are allergic to such activity and it brings the Donald Duck out of you…gon’ head and head out.

Waits for the exit of tight pantied K*ren’s who like 5th aisle Kroger romances and dragons and loath Gas Station Drug Money and negros with the guns on the dresser vibes … Aight, are my people here? *looks over glasses* Good.

People are going to die. I mean they are going to drop dead. Whether by bullets or just simply getting on my darn nerves. When I say people I mean one and they really, really, really, deserved it

He definitely did. I think B. Janae shoulda got got too but she got what was coming

PLEASE Don’t ask me about nooooooo part twos or follow ups. It is not in my thoughts nor is it in my prayers. I’m also not accepting prayers to continue this. Amen!

I'm not asking but Aubree's pen game in this was so amazing! I just know Lucci and Daysha living the life they deserve

“My black ass,” Daysha replied as she nodded. Her hurt now turning to anger. “It wasn’t my black ass when you were trying to fuck me. But it’s fine.”

“What?” Katrina asked, as she sped out of the parking lot. “It’s got to be something. Got my ass up here at this jailhouse knowing good and damn well I got warrants. What y’all niggas want them to lock me up too? Shit. I’m not finna be in there fighting for my pussy rights.”

The man whose going to treat you like a queen and respect you will come. Until then, you focus on you.”

“Not much longer, though. If you can’t see, your momma and I are getting older. We want to be alive to see you married off with a family of your own. Unless, you know, you’re in one of those alternative lifestyles.”

who they found themselves in was just as important of who they found themselves around. Soul ties could elevate you or drag you to hell.

“You’re fine as fuck. Like in person.” That made her pull away. His rumble of laughter and slight tint of his cheeks made her push her seat away from the board.

“Your nigga ain’t gon’ want smoke with me if he finds out?” “Single, free, and clean. You?” “Same. But if you had a nigga…I wouldn’t give a damn about that or him. He knew better than letting you out the house looking and smelling like this.”

Love don’t make you want to crash out and hurt someone.”

“There’s no need to not trust yourself. Especially at this pivotal moment. You’ve trusted everyone else. Trust you. That’s what this new beginning is all about.”

“I didn’t survive all of that to put snail pussy on my face,” he fussed back. “So stranger pussy is safer?” Daysha questioned, her brows knitted.

“Put it on my face then. The snail pussy, not yours. Don’t nobody need to see how pretty that shit is.”

LMAOOO Lucci is a fool

Why would someone want to jump out my bushes?” Julius smirked. “One hit and a few hours with you, I know a few things. Pussy good, pussy tight, pussy clean. Your intentions are pure. And you got good energy. Niggas are possessive. They don’t want anyone to snatch something good from them. That tends to make us crazy so…you’re the type of woman that’ll have a nigga popping out the bushes.”

“Day, I’m a man built off of survival. I take care of all the shit moving around me. While you’re around me, I’ll handle that too. In whatever capacity you need.”

“Because I’m not going over there to eat. Or get eaten. I’m going to work,” Daysha replied, motioning to her bookbag thrown over her shoulder. “You think a little sweatsuit is going to stop that man from eating you through your clothes?”

Daysha huffed. “Move out my way, Lucci.” His sleepy eyes lowered. “You doing that shit on purpose now. You like getting yanked up? Hand on your throat type shit? Ass smacked? Incoherent speech.”

“You ain’t hot?” was the first question Kizzie asked when Daysha joined them. “You got amino disorder or something?” “Anemia?” Daysha asked with slight confusion. “No. I have haphephobia.”

“You’re fiercely loyal. To the point it’ll stress you out and you won’t tell a soul. You want everyone around you to feel ease, hoping that it’ll bring you some. But ease and comfortability is your crutch. It’s a reason you were in the streets so long and why you let Treason control your entire career. Now, without that ease, you’re finding it hard to trust you.”

“Nah it’s the first time that nigga heard that since he’s been that nigga. I hope you ready for all that comes with him.” “What does that mean?” Charlie chuckled. “He’s a bull. He’s locked in with you and once he’s locked in like that. That nigga ain’t coming up for air.

“And you can’t run off when that bull starts bulling, you got to step in, sink your heels in or the soles on your little designer sneakers and talk to that nigga. That’s the nigga only we get to see. The more he’s gone off you, the more that bull is gonna pop out. So prepare yourself to stay if you staying. If not, don’t hype us up to let us down.”

‘Cause if I give you me, can’t another nigga have you. I’ll try to limit your exposure to the ruthless nigga in me, but someone having what’s mine is going to bring that shit out with a vengeance.”

“Do you taste as good as you look, Day?” “You have to find out for yourself or just settle for snail pussy,”

Daysha was not playing

One taste and he was like a fat kid who loved cake. Having to have it whenever he thought it was available to him.

“I couldn’t have you out in that down pour. I heard brown sugar melts in the rain.”

That man ain't realize that Lucci don't play about his Day

“You know, when I was running the streets, doing missions and shit, we used to say the rain washed away the evidence.”

“Nah, don’t be nice to these niggas. Niggas mistake nice as available, and I am never above the smoke.”

“Butterfly?” Julius nodded. “Yeah, adding beauty to everything you land on.

“You weren’t fed until I fed you. And apparently I was thirsty before I drunk from you. So we even.”

“You medicine, baby. Fuckin’ medicine.” He kissed her, feeling both of their climaxes coming with a vengeance. “Fill me up, Ju,” was hummed sweetly in his ear.

“I can understand that. I feel like everyone should consider both sides of starting life and building family with anyone instead of operating in their ego and believing they’re above mistakes. I feel like when you expect someone to be human, you can’t be upset with them when they show you that they are.”

“If I expect you to disappoint me, when it happens, it won’t be world-shattering and soul-crushing. It’ll be a chin check, and I’ll adjust. It’s when, hypothetically, I trust you not to do whatever it is, and it happens is where issue comes in.”

“You don’t get to tell me what I deserve or when I need to run,” she softly spoke, lifting his face. She swiped his tears. “That’s not going to make me run away. I’m here for however long I need to be.”

“You saved his life tonight. I’m sure.” “I owed him that. He saved mine.” “Then a win is a win. Don’t dwell in the darkness of the past when your future and his is so much brighter. Someone somewhere needs to hear your survival story. Someone needs you to be real.

“You know once you get in it, you want to stay there.

“It’s a mind fuck. You either getting fucked or you’re going to get your shit back. And I mean all your shit. You don’t lie down and take nothing, but you dare take this shit? Get your mind right, nigga.

“Who let you in?” “The boogie man, nigga,” Haddon spoke up.

Seeing you with someone else. The idea of someone having what makes me feel like a superhuman…it hurts my chest. Don’t misunderstand me. I’ll never hurt you and make you stay with me. I can’t do that to you.”

No, she couldn’t fix him, but she could hold his hand and guide him to the all the things black men swore they didn’t need. Like therapy, church, unconditional, unwavering love from a black woman.

Daysha held the key to not only making him feel like he was worthy but feeling seen. She saw him, she spoke to him. What he did with the superpower she planted into him was purely his responsibility but being without that was like living a life that never had joy in it.

“I think I spent my life on the streets, evading death. Trying to fix myself only to spiral. You know things about me the people closest to me don’t. I won’t wait to love you later because of time. I’m going to love you right now. Loudly and proudly.”

I love you. I do. You’re what my nervous system needed. What my mind needed. I love you. And I’m going to show you every day that I do.

“You’re going to bloom, Lotus. And you’re going to be unstoppable. I know that.”