Your P.O.V.
You slowly walk across the hall to your mom’s room. You have to ask her if she wants some tacos too. You already know she does though. Everyone seems to believe that you're some secret master chef, professional artist, professional dancer, and singer too. But you don’t think you are THAT good.
You knock on the door and pull up your sweatpants a little bit. The door to your mom’s room flies open. Your mom is standing in the doorway looking mad. Actually, she is radiating her anger. You can almost feel her anger. You smile. “Hey. What’s up?” You say. But what you're really saying is ‘spill the tea!’. “Your brother is over giving little baggies of white Kool-aid to teachers and pretending it is cocaine!” Your mom practically yells as you walk into her room.
You look over at your brother, Zahir. He is sitting in ‘The Chair’. ‘The Chair’ is the chair we’ve all had to sit in while getting in trouble. It is underneath the TV on the wall. You start to laugh. Really hard. You look at your mom and see her trying not to crack a smile. You try to calm down. “Whoo!” You yell, finally calming down. “You're crazy.” You say. Your mom goes back to serious mode.
“Sure is!” She says. “What’s his time?” You say. Meaning, ‘How long are taking that phone away and grounding his ass?’. “None.” Your mom says. You snap your head in her direction. “What!? Really?” You say, your eyes widening. “Yeah. He’s going to be 18 soon. I don’t want him to hate me. I just hope he learns his lesson.” Your mom sighs. You look at Zahir, trying not to laugh.
“So, um, yeah. Want some tacos?” You say. “Oh! Yes, I do!” Zahir says. “Boy! Go to your room!” Your mom says. Zahir gets up huffing under his breath. When he leaves your mom says, “He just doesn’t know. If he wants to be a cop then he needs to get his shit together.” You look around. “Soo… Taco’s?” You say. “Chicken?” Your mom says. You nod. “Cherish wants some.” You say. “She tried to kill me just to ask.” You say. Your mom laughs. “When are you making them? Tomorrow?” Your mom says. “Mom, I’m leaving tomorrow.” You say.
“I forgot. I’m so sorry, baby. I can’t believe tonight is your last night sleeping here.” She says. You nod. “Are you making breakfast too?” Your mom says, smiling hopefully. You cave and smile. “I guess I can.” You say, laughing. “Yes!” Y/m says. You pull your phone out of your sweatpants pocket. You check the time. 8:49 PM. You scratch your side. “Okay. Well, I’ll go cook.” You say. Your mom nods and you walk out of the room.
You poke your head into your room where Cherish is laying on your bed, on her stomach, with her mouth slightly open, and her phone in her face. “You're lucky that my mom wants some too.” You say. She powers her phone off so fast that your eyes barely catch it. She smiles at you from your bed. You shake your head. “Umm. Okay…” You say, looking at her weird.
“Ha!” She says. You shake your head again and push the moment to the back of your head. You smile. “Shut up.” You say. You walk downstairs and into the kitchen. “Hmmm..” You sigh. You start grabbing the cast iron skillets you are going to use. Then you realize you forgot your AirPods. You run upstairs and bust in your room where cherish is now sitting up on your bed and her phone.
She looks up and you and watches you look for your AirPods. When you find them, you hold them up. She laughs and smacks her forehead. You walk back downstairs and connect your AirPods. You put your cooking/art playlist on. You start grabbing everything you need such as tomatoes, onions, lettuce, seasonings. Then you go for the tortillas. But they aren't there.
“Where the fuck are the damn tortillas!?” You say. “There is none,” Zahir calls from his room, down the hall. “What even is this!?” You yell. You grab your car keys to your 2020 Ford Explorer that you got for an early birthday present. You go down some more stairs and walk out the front door. You jump in your car and drive to the nearest Aldi’s. “All of this for some chicken tacos.” You mumble, your music still playing in your ears.
I hope you enjoy! - Vanilla (new name but i'm still Steph)
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