Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

April 11, 1993

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

"Let's do Dalvin next..." Tia said wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"A'ight, but you doin' it. That nigga know my voice in all disguises. What you finna say?" I asked her.

"Ummm... I'll just say that this is- I'll come up with a name in spot, then say that I'm pregnant with his twins and giving them up for adoption. If he ever wants to see them, he'll have to pay," Tia smirked.

Yes, our grown asses are laying in her bed, prank calling people. We called a total of five people. There was JoJo, K-Ci, my other brother, Pac, and a cousin of Tia's. This wasn't my idea, it was all Tia, but I agreed to it. This is my second night here and it's been fun so far. Tia likes to claim she's boring and she may be to most people, but it's just that her fun and most people near our age think of other ways to have fun. I, myself enjoy those other ways of fun, but she brings out the inner child in me. You know, me not being on serious mode as much.

"Damn, that shit harsh as hell. You came up with that on spot?" I asked her.

"I did, it's the typical prank call." She shrugged. "Come."

I moved up closer to her. "Go on." I motioned for her to call him, and she dialed bis number, but not before pressing star sixty-seven. It rang and on the fourth ring, Dalvin answered.

"Mr. Dalvin here, who dis?" Dalvin spoke.

"This is Heather, and um I'm calling because I'm pregnant with YOUR children." Tia said in a valley girl voice.

"You said Heather? Nahh, ion know no Heather." Dalvin said confused.

"Heather, I sucked it from the back and fit the balls in too. Remember now?" Tia answered and I wanted to bust out laughing. Sucked it from the back?

"That shit only happened to me once and I damn sho don't remember no Heather." Dalvin rose his voice.

"I didn't tell you my name at the time. It was a one night stand, so we got straight to the point as well as your little swimmers, they swam fast."

"When and where was this?" Dalvin asked her. Tia turned to me for answers.

"September in December- I mean, in Idaho." I shook my head. She looked at me confused.

"Which month?" She asked me lowly.

"December." I whispered back.

"We met in December?" She said mostly to herself.

"Where was I in December?" Dalvin asked.

"Fl-" she looked at me with her lips poked out. "Idaho." She corrected herself.

"Cut the bullshit. Who the fuck is this calling me? I'm over here waiting to chill with my girl and you callin' me. How did you even get my number?"

"DeVanté." Tia said in her regular voice and hung up.

"You play too much. From the back though? And don't forget the balls. Where you getting this from?" I raised my eyebrow laughing.

"I said that?" She asked me, raising her eyebrows.

"You know what the fuck you said. Stop playing dumb." I pointed at her laughing.

Her phone rang, and she looked down at it then back at me. "It's Dalvin." She sang. "Answer it." She shoved the phone in my hands.

"This yo phone, but a'ight." I pressed the green button and automatically heard Dalvin running his chops.

"Why y'all playin' on my shit fuh?" Dalvin raised his voice.

"Sorry Dalvin!" Tia moved her mouth over to the phone.

"Nigga, watch who the fuck you talkin' to. And yeah, we did play on yo shit. So?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Don't do that shit. You know what the fuck I be doin' and Tionne is suspecting. If her ass was here and she heard, I would be in some shit." Dalvin explained to me.

"The good thing is that she wasn't. If yo ass so scared then you need to stop doin' it. That feelin' is tellin' yo ass to stop. You gon' get caught up soona or lata." I told him on some real shit.

"You know I can't do that, De." Dalvin responded.

"Well, that ain't my problem. A'ight, imma fuck with you lata." I said about to hang up.

"Bye, fat head ass nigga. You too Tia. Y'all both got mo' head that y'all got body, 'cept her titties. Don't bring home no big head ass babies." Dalvin said to us and hung up.

"This nigga just said my head big. My shit big?" I turned to Tia.

Tia deeply exhaled and turned to me shaking her head. "Let's just say that if we were to paint your head orange and sit it in front of the house in the fall..." She trailed off.

"Yo, fuck you!" I laughed out.

Then I got up on my knees behind her and put her in a headlock. My knees between her opened ones. The headlock wasn't too tight, but there was enough pressure for her to want to tap out. Her body shook in an attempt to get me off of her.

"My shit ain't THAT big. Yo head look like yo third titty. Needa a third bra cup."

"I know, I grew them myself. They're big, beautiful, and stand out. I love them." She shot back, her booty arched against my stomach.

"Shit, me too." I said to her and she just stared up at me with a blank look in her eyes. "Now, say you sorry!" I yelled out.

She looked up at me, staring into my eyes. "Ahh, yeah! Choke me daddy, pull my hair!" She moaned out, in this funny accent.

I wanted to laugh so bad, but I kept my strong expression. "Say you sorry!"

"No, you asked and I answered. If you didn't want to know then you shouldn't have asked. Now, let me go." She said looking up at me. Tia then moved so her back up to where it was against my torso. I then felt her legs wrap around the bend of my legs.

"What you do-" I was cut off by her flipping us over to where she was on top of me, but I still had that dame grip around her. I was able to get my legs straight before I landed on my back. "You thought you was gettin' away? Nahhh..." I breathed out.

"Off!" She scooted us off the bed, but I ain't letting up. My head hit the floor, Tia still on top. "Say that shit!"

"Nahhh, because I ain't sorry." She said and turned her head just enough to bite my arm.

I let go of her, due to the pain of her hard ass bite. "Sss, that shit hurt. You gon' learn to stop doin' that shit!" I said shaking my arm.

While I did that she got up and attempted to run away, but I grabbed her ankle and made her fall. Tia caught her fall on her hands, and hissed.

"You thought you was gettin' away, didn't you?" I had her ankle in my hand as I stood up which raised her leg.

"I hurt my wrist." She whined to me.

"Stop lyin'."

I picked her up, held her in the air for a few seconds, and threw her little ass on the bed, on her back. I threw her left leg over her right shoulder and slid my hand up to her ankle. Tia's right arm was stuck between her right breast, and left leg. My lower stomach was now resting against her butt and feet flat on the floor. Her butt was damn near in the air from the position I held her in.

"But I did!" She breathed out, squirming. She's breathing heavy due to her being in the air, she's afraid of heights. Not to mention her leg being up. "Get off of me!" She harshly yelled out. "Please?" Her voice was now low and whiney.

I put my forehead against hers. "Not until you apologize to me. Say that shit loud and proud and mean it."

"Get off of me first." She squinted at me.

"Who you think I am? I know that trick. You first and me next. Say it!" I said looking dead in her eyes.

Tia moved her forehead against mine and slightly turned her head. "How 'bout... NO!? Get yo behind off me, befo' you get hurt." She threatened, poking her lips out.

"Ion like that idea. We can stay like this all day of you want. It's fine with me." I relaxed on top of her body a little more. "You gon' tap out, or apologize sooner or later."

"Donald..." She trailed off irritated.

I felt her hand travel to the bottom of my shirt. "Yo, what you doin'?" I said confused.

"Nothing, let up some. You talking about I play too much?" She said to me and I felt her eyebrows raise.

"And you do." I said and felt her loose leg pull me in more. Her toes rubbing against the front of my pants. "Fuck is you doin'?" I lifted my head up.

"Gettin' yo bighead behind offa me. My legs are numb." She said lifting her head as much as she could.

I pushed her head back on the bed by putting my forehead back against hers. I looked her in her eyes, then my eyes traveled down to her lips, I licked mines and looked back into her eyes. "You really think that shit gon' work?" I asked her lowly.

"No." She smirked at me deviously. Aw, hell! Fuck she got up her sleeve? "But this will!"

I looked at her confused until I felt her left hand grip my manhood. I hissed and moaned and rolled over off her body. When I was off, she finally let me go. She stood up trying to balance herself. Remember, her leg was in the air for a while, so it was numb. She stretched her body and laughed at me.

"I told you, I'd hurt you." She chuckled some more.

I gripped my manhood. "Yo ass ain't even come close. You ain't even squeeze hard enough to hurt me. You did wake him up though." 

Tia looked at me dumbfounded with her arms crossed. She looked down at my manhood, then back up to my eyes and scoffed. "You get on my nerves." She turned around and walked to the mirror. I got up, went into the bathroom and started to closed the door. "I hope you aren't about to do what I think you're about to do." She said before the door closed.

"Chill, ain't none of that." I shook my head, closed and locked the door. "I'm lying my ass off..." I said to myself in in a whisper tone.

Eight minutes later I heard her banging on the bathroom door. "Donald, I hope you ain't stankin' up my bathroom!" She yelled out. "You could have went to yo bathroom if that's the case."

"Damn..." I groaned and stopped what I was doing. "I ain't, I-I'm cummin' in a lil bit. I'm ju-just t-tryin' to calm myself down. Chill girl..." I moaned and mumbled the last part, then I continued on.

"I'm serious Donald..." She trailed off and I'm assuming she moved away from the door.

With that assumption, I continued to tug on myself. I threw my head back, getting back in tune with my sexual thoughts about the person in the next room that keeps interrupting a nigga. Let me be for a few more minutes. I tugged harder imagining her bouncing on me like she was bouncing to the beat of the song yesterday upon my arrival. The way she slowed down and tilted her head like she was into it has a nigga mind blown. I squeezed my eyes shut and tugged even harder than before. The way she sometimes says my name is sexy as fuck.

"Oh, shhh-" I couldn't even finish my expression before my eyes popped open, my load shot out all over her sink, wall, and a little bit on the mirror. "Oh, fuuuccckkk..." I moaned out shaking.

"De, you good in there?" I heard her ask from the other side of the door.

I was still cumming everywhere, and my body hunched over, still shaking. "Tiaaaa, I'm cummin'..." I said with my eyes closed. "-out in-in a lil bit." I corrected popping my eyes back open.

"Then come on. I don't want you stankin' up my bathroom." She told me once again.

Coming down from my high, I wiped my tip with some tissue and put it in the toilet. Then I began searching her cabinets for some cleaning products. I found some spray Clorox and sprayed it on all the places that I finished on. This girl got a 'His & Her's' sink when it's just her. I wiped it with some paper towel that was also in the cabinet. I ain't did this in a looonnnnggg minute, I mean a nigga like me ain't got to... I feel like a teenager trying to avoid their parents seeing them. After all of that, I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, dried them, and opened the bathroom door.

"What were you doing in my bathroom, my personal bathroom?" She said walking past me into her bathroom.

"I said, I was calming myself down. Damn..." I said shaking my head.

"It took THAT long to 'calm down'? Not believable." She looked me dead in the eye. "Why the heck are you so sweaty?" She asked then continued to look around her bathroom.

I put the back of my hand on my forehead amd sure enough, my face was sweaty as hell. "It's hot as hell in this bathroom that's why." I said smoothly.

She turned back to me. "It feels fine to me. I'm the hot one and you're usually always cold, with you're anemic behind. Donald, what is this on my mirror?" She asked me.

My heart sped up. "What?" I walked closer and she pointed to it. Fuck, I forgot to clean the mirror. "I flung my soapy hands and it got on the mirror. My bad, imma clean it up. Where is yo cleanin' stuff at?" I asked her. Of course, I knew, but she ain't know I knew.

"The cabinet..." She squinted at me like she knew something I don't. She pointed to it.

"Okay." I opened it and grabbed the Clorox.

"You don't clean mirrors with that. Get the vinegar cleaner." She pointed, with that same look on her face.

"A'ight, but you actin' weird as fuck right now. What good?" I asked her.

"Just thinking... That don't look like no dang on soap. What were you really doing in here?" Tia leaned on her right leg.

"I told yo ass what I was doin'. Stop overthinkin' shit." I finished wiping down the mirror.

"Mmm," her head tilted.

"Mmm," I mocked her. I washed my hands and walked pass her. She followed me.

"I don't think I'm overthinking. I think you want me to think that I'm overthinking. But okay, SIR. Let's get back to what we were doing before yo big headed behind putting me in a headlock." She said walking past me. "Come." She patted the spot beside her.

Oh, I already did that. I sat down next to her. "Who you say was next?" I asked her.

"I didn't suggest anyone. Its on you now." She told me.

"Let's do yo brotha now." I suggested. She shook her head, agreeing with me.

"What do we say?" She asked me.

"I got it. Just call him." I told her.

"Okay." She starred sixty-nined her brother. I grabbed her phone and waited for him to answer.

"He got a girl? If so what's her name?" I asked her.

"He's talking to somebody. I think her name is Irene." She said unsure.

"It's coo-" Her brother cut me off.

"Who the fuck is this callin' my phone private?" Yasir said angrily.

"This Jerald, tell yo bitch to come get her shit before I throw it out. She done cheated on me fuh the last time man." I pretended to cry. "Fuck her man, you can keep that bitch."

"Stop playin' on my-"

"Irene, man. She gave me HIV and left her kids on me. All six of 'em. I can't stand these bad ass kids man!" I wept.

"Irene? What her last name?" Yasir asked me.

"That shit don't matta man, she dirty. I- I even ate her ass when-when I ain't want to. Yeah, I tasted a lil shit, but that's okay because I love her!" I yelled out.

"Nigga what!?" Yasir asked.

"Nah, man leave her alone. I still love 'er, she mines, but you can babysit them bad ass kids when we want alone time. Tell her to come back to me!" I beat on my chest.

"This that nigga Donald that mess with my sister. Man, if you on't get yo ass offa my phone with that bullshit... I know yo voice nigga. Uglass name." He told me.

Tia bursted out laughing. "I told you that you were bad at disguising your voice." She clapped her hands. "We're just playing Yas." Tia said into the phone. "I love you, bye." She pressed the red button.

"Damn, you sholl did. I needa work on that." I shook my head at her. She was now on her back, cracking the hell up. "It ain't that funny. C'mon now."

"It is though!" She breathed out and continued laughing.

April 12,1993

~Tia's P.O.V~

"Where you at? You said you was gon' be here when we got here." Tayman said into the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry. I'm on my way, and I'll call when I get there. Okay?" I said staring up at the ceiling.

"A'ight, see ye lata cuzzo." He said and hung up.

Yet another sleepless night and soon to be busy day. For the past few months, I've barely slept a wink. I really want to sleep but my body and mind just won't allow me to. All these thoughts/occurrences just keep running through my mind. I don't understand it, I was able to slow it down before where I got enough sleep. I never was able to make it disappear. It seems like everything I keep in that little box at the back of my head is opening up little ny little.

It's like getting hit with bad news everyday or every other day. Your whole body just don't know how to deal with it. Your body deals with it the best way it knows how, whether it's weight gain, weight loss, hair loss, excess eating or lack thereof etcetera. My body deals with it by making every little piece of food come back up and my body weight is just constantly going up and down.

I took a look at the digital clock on my nightstand and it read 7:43 a.m. I went into my bathroom and turned on the shower to warm it up. While it warmed, I brushed my teeth. I took a quick shower and by the time I got out it was a quarter after eight. I got dressed and was about to head to the door but the phone rang. When I answered it, it was my guard at the front gate telling me that my brother was here with my cousins.

"Okay, I'm confused as crap." I thought aloud sitting my keys down.

"Where you finna go?" Donald said walking into the entryway of the house.

"Nowhere now. Why?" I asked him.

Donald walked a little closer, now a good three feet away from me. "Last night was fun but right now a nigga bored as hell. I'm used to workin'. Entertain me." He clapped his hands twice like he was the king and I was the king's fool.

"Boy, if you don't-" A knock at the door stopped me mid sentence. I already knew that it was my brother and cousins. "I'm used to doing something too. It's just early." I opened the door.

"You took too long, so we called Yas." Rick told me walking past me into MY house.

"Hello to you too." I rolled my eyes and hugged the Tayman. My brother held his arms open. "Ahhh." I said moving around him to and hug my Pookie. "Hi, POOKIE!" I hugged him. I heard the door closed. When I looked up, I saw my brother locking the door.

"Hi, Tia." Branson hugged me as hard as he could. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. You got taller." I let him go. "You're dang near my height." I stood up. Shoo, I didn't really have to squat to hug him, since he's so tall.

"It ain't hard to make it to yo height." James said coming up to me and leaned on my head being that he's 6'8, which is a whole foot and then some taller than me. I'm shorter than his shoulder.

"The disrespect!" I said moving my head from underneath his arm.

He tried to pretend that I was shorter than I really am by leaning down to hug me. Donald was standing there laughing hard. Something he and Rick has in common is talking about my height. I could tell thay Donald wanted to say something smart to me by the way he was looking.

"Where's Shawn?" I said looking around. "I thought he was coming too." I asked them.

Tayman spoke up. "He said he was just gon' come in the summer, since we only here a week."

"Ahh, okay. That dude told me he was for sure coming." I told them.

"Well, he fa sho lied." James said with his head constantly moving side to side.

"And you fa sho need to stop doing that." I said mocking him.

James and Tay looked at each other. "Get 'er." James said to his older brother. James grabbed my wrist while Tay grabbed my legs. They lifted me up and started swinging me from side to side. They know I'm afraid of heights, and this is making me nauseous as heck. I've already been throwing up recently.

"Y'all stop!" I said, getting scared with a sick feeling. "Feel sick." I mumbled. My heart rate started accelerating. They swung me even higher. I started shaking my body to get loose.

Donald came over and grabbed me, stopping them. That made them let me go. My feet dropped to the floor while Donald lifted my upper body, his long arms underneath my underarms and breast. Donald helped me to my feet.

"She said she feel sick and y'all go higher?" He asked them. Donald's tone and facial expression held irritation.

"Don't think that I forgot y'all asses was playing on my phone last night." Yasir pointed at us.

"We did. And?" Donald said still mad at my cousins.

"And? Nigga, how would you feel if I did that shit to you?" Yasir asked Donald.

Donald looked down at me. "That'd be incest." He laughed.

"What?" My brother looked confused for a split second then he caught on and made a disgusted face. "That ain't what I mean. I take that shit back." He shuddered, then his eyes popped open. "Wait, y'all togetha?" He pointed to us with his index and middle finger.

"No, he's jiving." I spoke up. "De this is my big cousin Tayman. Little cousins James, and Branson. Tay, Shwan, and Drew, this is De." I introduced them to each other. They all greeted each other.

"Little cousins?" Donald looked up at James and down at Branson. James is taller than Donald, but younger. "How old are y'all?"

"Yes, little cousins." I added.

"I'm eighteen. I know who he is, err'body at school be tryna be like him. Shades, contacts and shi- stuff." Rick corrected himself.

"Word?" Donald asked, and I could tell he was flattered.

"Yeah, but I'm tryna be more like Dalvin. Boff y'all gear is tight. Ain't nobody tryna be like the other two besides the vocals." James laughed.

Eej came trudging down the stairs. When he was finally in the entryway, he looked up and saw my cousins, and his eyes widened in shock. "Hey, y'all." He greeted them. "Girl, why you ain't tell me that they was gon' be here this early?" He put his hand on his hips.

"I didn't know they were here, and forgot that they'd arrive this early." I told him.

"Fag." I heard James whisper. Yasir laughed out loud, while Tay tried to hold his laughter in.

I turned around and eyed him. "You know, I don't like that."

He just shrugged. "He is one though."

"Boy..." I said with my blood pressure rising. I deeply exhaled. "Don't say that word in my house. Got that?" I said to them.

"Okay, dang bruhh. I won't." James said getting angry.

          I pinched the bridge of my nose hard. This is frustrating. My cousin and the closest person to me not getting along due to Elijah's sexuality. Now, Eej has never hung around with them. He has seen them a few times when I'd get dropped off by my brother and they just so happen to be in the car. James would call out different names, and Eej would hear, and of course it'd upset him, it upsets me. I love my family but many of the things they do are unnecessary.

"Good." I nodded.

"What word, Tia?" Branson asked me. "Faggot?" Now, he's a child and autistic so I won't be too harsh on him. However, I will let him know that it's a bad word amd he shouldn't say it.

"Yes, that's a bad word." I told him.

"But Tia,, James, and Tay says it all the time." He turned his head to the side.

"I know, but it's not a nice word. Nobody should say it. Okay?" I said to him.

"What does it mean?" He asked.

"It's similar to someone calling another the 'N' word. We don't say that." I told him.

"Okay." He pretended to zip his lips.

"K... Umm, I'll show you where you all will be sleeping." I told them.

"Don't put me in a room close to his." James told me pointing to Eej.

"What he do to you? Huh?" I turned to face him.

"He gay. Ion wanna be around that stuff. The bible say it ain't right." Rick told me.

"You can't catch gay. So, what are you so afraid of?" I asked him.

"AIDS, all gay people have it." He shrugged. When that left his mouth, Eej went back upstairs.

"You're being an idiot right now." I exasperated. "You can't CATCH AIDS, you catch HIV and it can turn into AIDS. Secondly, all gay people don't carry AIDS. Third, there are SO MANY heterosexual men and women carrying that same disease. Fourth, what about you? Huh?" I folded my arms. "Educate yourself, my young brother." I hit his chest with the back of my hand.

"I know what I'm talkin' about." James patted my head.

I moved his hand off my head. "Come." I motioned for them to follow me.

"Yo ass big as hell for no reason." Donald said to James, referring to his height.

"You just small." James shrugged.

I whipped my head to Donald. "How does it feel? Huh?" I smirked at him.

"Man..." Donald ran up to me and threw me over his shoulder. He ran up the stairs with me still over his shoulder. "Small my foot. Ain't nothin' small on DeVanté Swing!" Yeah, his head it the biggest thing thus far. You know what they say though, the bigger the head the better the head. Okay, nobody really says that, I made that up. My head is big too.🤷🏽🤷🏽🤷🏽

"Drop my sista and imma drop kick yo ass!" My brother yelled up the stairs at Donald. James was behind us, Pookie was behind him, Yasir was behind Pookie, and Tay was behind Yasir.

"What he said!" I said to Donald.

"I got you and we both know you ain't gon' do shit but bite a nigga. What room first?" Donald asked me.

"Turn left." I told him and he swung around, making me feel dizzy. "Don't do that!" I pinched him.

"Ouch, damn!" He yelled out. "Always fuckin' wit' me."

"He said a bad word!" Drew yelled out. "Get the paddle out!"

Me and Donald laughed together. "This little boy..." I trailed off. I showed them to the rooms they'd be sleeping in during their stay here.

Author's Note: It's been like a whole week. Welp, here's a more in depth look on some of Tia's family. This wasn't really much but the rabbit hole goes deep though...👀👀👀 Who side are y'all on? Also, Donald and Tia ALWAYS wrestling!🤣💀

Word Count: 4,900

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