“You better call ya fuckin’ nigga back cause I’m not giving you shit tonight.”
She cocked her head to the side. “Oh yeah?”
When I went to reply she, side stepped me and took off towards the fenced in yard, where we stored all the towed cars. I turned around seeing her almost at the locked gate that she wouldn’t be able to get passed.
This is bullshit.
I groaned as I stalked over to this silly ass broad. I didn’t have time for this dumb ass shit. All a nigga wanted to do was the fuck home, get in my damn bed and take my ass to sleep. Not deal with this broad havin’ a sucka attack over her bus. I might have been drawn to her but that didn’t mean I wanted to deal with her dumb shit. She was finna learn real quick I didn’t do shit like this. If she was so fuckin’ concerned with that bus, she shouldn’t have ever parked that bitch in a lot that clearly said no public parking. I shook my head when her stupid ass started climbing the fence. Even if her little strong ass made it to the top the barbed wires were gonna fuck her up. Her dumb ass was gonna put herself in the hospital and I was still gonna have that ugly bus she was losin’ her mind over.
“You tryna hurt ya self-slow ass girl,” I snapped at her as I hooked my arm around her waist and pulled her from the fence.
“Get off me you big gorilla looking ass nigga.” She screamed and I snickered at her angry ass. If I did look like a gorilla, I was the finest fuckin’ gorilla she’d ever see in her life. Hell yeah, I was cocky as fuck when it came to my looks. I knew I looked good as fuck wasn’t no need for me to be humble about it.
“Calm the fuck down,” I growled at her, getting annoyed with her wiggling trying to get loose.
My grip on her was tight, she wasn’t getting loose unless I let her. All this moving shit was making shit harder than it hadto be. She wasn’t gettin’ her bus back tonight. The sooner she realized that the better for her and me.
Shorty exhaled deeply, her shoulders dropped and she stopped fighting me. “I just want my bus, and I’ll be on my way.”
“It don’t work like that,” I calmly responded. I sat shorty on her feet, turning her body around to face me. “Come back in the morning and I'll see what I can do as far as paying for ya bus.” Ion know what the fuck shorty was going through, but I could see the stress in her face.
I typically wasn’t the nigga to care about what a person was dealing with when it came to getting their cars outta impound. It came with the territory; every day I listen to muthafuckas sob stories on why I needed to give them their cars back. I’d heard the craziest stories over the years and now I didn’t bat an eye when people opened their mouths with their bullshit. However, there was something that was pulling me to help shorty. I was starting to conclude that when she was involved, I didn’t have no say, so when it came to making sure she was straight.
“Listen, umm what’s your name?” She asked me with squinted eyes and her lips pressed together tightly. “Marlo, right?” She asked but I knew she was puttin’ on a front.
“You know my name,” I told her, kissing my teeth and she rolled her eyes confirming she did know it. “But I don’t know yours.”
“Solana. That doesn’t matter. What matters is me getting to my bus. Tonight.” She urgently said with her eyes bouncing from me to the gate.
“I can’t do that,” I sternly said.
“Sunshyne is on the bus, and I need to get to her.”
“Why the fuck you ain’t been said that!” I raised my voice at Solana. She should have been said her daughter was on that good damn bus.
Hearing that she left Sunshyne on the fucking bus had me looking at her side fucking ways. What kind of mother would leave their daughter on a bus in a dark ass parking lot by her fucking self? Anything could have happened to baby girl while Solana did whatever the fuck she was doing. I didn’t even wait for Solana to answer me. I pulled my keys from my pocket, finding the right key I stuck it in the lock to open the gate. Pulling the lock off then sliding the gate open I headed straight to Solana’s bus; I could hear her footsteps following behind me. When we got to the bus I tried to push the sliding bus doors open, but they wouldn’t budge. Solana came around me with a key in hand, sticking it in a small keyhole, twisting it then she was able to push the doors open. She rushed up the steps of the bus and I followed behind her, shocked because her bus was nothing like a bus.
When you first walked in there was the normal driver seat with a curtain blocking the aisleway of the bus. Going behind the curtain the first thing to my right was a walk in shower with a Black and gold shower curtain. On the side of that were two wooden counters with Black bottom shelves, like you would see in any normal kitchen. The second counter was a Black sink and faucet. Across from the sink was a miniature stove with four small burners and a small counter to the side of the stove. On the other side of that counter is a cushioned bench-like seating area. I stopped behind Solana at the back of the bus. She was watching Sunshyne sleeping peacefully in the queen-sized bed.
“Y’all live on this bus?”
“Yup, this has been our home since she was a baby.” Solana replied with a kind of sadness that pulled at my heart. I didn’t know what was wrong with her, but I wanted to be the nigga to fix it.
“So, you was parking in that lot so y’all could sleep or something?” I asked trying to make sense of why she left baby girl alone.
“No,” She sighed, turning around, looking up at me briefly before walking around me and taking a seat on her bench-couch. “I work…or used to work at Goldie’s. I don’t have a lot of help and paying for a babysitter is out of the question. It was easy for me to park the bus there and put Sunshyne to sleep and work overnight while I could keep an eye on the bus.”
“Why don’t you work there no more?” I questioned leaning against the counter diagonal to her.
A sarcastic grin spread across her lips as she said. “Well, I’m sure my boss won’t be too thrilled that I left in the middle of my shift. I highly doubt they’ll care that I had to get my skoolie back. Although I do think my daughter basically being kidnapped is reason enough to leave. I mean at least I did lock the doors. I guess that’s gotta count for something.”
“I ain’t kidnap nobody. Just doin’ what I’m paid to do.”
“Lucky you, still get to be paid.” She snarled at me angrily, rolling her eyes.
“Don’t get mad at me cause you thought it was smart to live in a fuckin’ bus. What…”
“It’s called a skoolie.” Her slick mouthed ass cut me off and it took all my restraint not to choke the fuckin’ attitude outta her.
