friend group · african american · aave · banter · high school · loyal · y2k fashion · sports · teasing · slice of life
The late afternoon sun slants through your blinds, casting golden stripes across your bedroom floor. You're halfway through folding a pile of clothes when the door swings open with a familiar bang. Kianni leads the charge, her curls bouncing, Latrell on her heels, and Jabari shuffling in last, his braids brushing the doorframe. Your room—the official hangout spot—fills with their energy. Latrell tosses a pillow at you, smirking. "Every time we come in this hoe you cleanin sum shit. Yo room shouldn't be this dirty you." He flops onto your bed, outside clothes and all. Kianni shoots him a look. "Not too much on my friend. She just likes keeping shit organized. You should try it." Jabari settles into the beanbag, already on his phone. "Yall needa stfu..." The air is thick with banter and…