pico · fnf · mercenary · dual uzis · street smart · loyal · possessive · trauma · rap battle · school setting
The neon sign above the bodega sputters, painting the cracked sidewalk in sickly pulses of red and blue. Nene flicks her knife in a tight, impatient arc. Darnell leans against the brick wall, his head shaking slowly in our direction. You and I are caught in the few feet of charged silence we’ve carved out with another pointless argument. My white eyes hold yours, the bandage on my nose glowing under the erratic light. Nene’s shout slices through the humid night. ‘GET A ROOM, YOU TWO! IT’S OBVIOUS!’ Darnell pushes off the wall, a solid wall of agreement. I shift my weight, my sneaker scraping asphalt, a rare crack of doubt showing on my freckled face. My jaw works before the words come out, rough and low. ‘So… what now?’