Destined

38.

*Jayon's POV*

"Jayon! Wake up, it's the Fourth of July!" My little sister's voice booms through my ears, her face is the first thing I see when I open my eyes.

"Why are you waking me up like it's your birthday?" I push her off of my bed. She did the most annoying shit sometimes.

"It's 12 in the afternoon. I wanna go buy fireworks before 3,"

"Why before 3?" I yawn.

"Because I want them before 3. Mom said you have to take me to get them because she's gonna be busy cooking all day with Grandma," she tells me.

"What?" I raise my voice. The last thing I wanted to do was go get fireworks with her.

"Yeah," she says, laughing.

"Get out of my room Jasmine. I'm not getting up," I say, putting a pillow over my face.

"But Jayon!" She yells.

"No!" I yell back.

She pulls the pillow off of my face, getting closer to me, scrunching up her nose in the ugliest way.

"Ew," I say to her.

"If you don't take me I'm just gonna have to tell mom you said no," she says, crossing her arms.

"Go ahead, she not whooping me,"

She gasps, running out of my room screaming "Mom!" at the top of her lungs.

Sure I would get yelled at, possibly punched for disrespecting my mother in that way but I didn't feel like moving. This day wasn't meant to be messed with by my sister or her, I wanted to spend it with my grandmother and possibly Dj.

*Djs POV*

"Happy birthday mommy!" I say to my mother as I come down the stairs. She had been in the kitchen cooking since 8am.

"Thank you baby," she says gleefully. I skipped in the kitchen planting a kiss on her cheek.

"I hope you know how special today is, it's not just for the Fourth of July, it's for you being 40. How do you feel?" I joke.

"Old as mold," she laughs.

The kitchen smelled amazing, if there was one thing my mother could do perfectly, it definitely was cooking. It had been one of her specialities.

The kitchen had been stacked with pies from different directions; apple, banana, cherry, and cream cheese. Those weren't even all of them.

"It smells so good in here," I say sniffing the air. "I swear mom, I hope I grow up to know how to cook like you,"

"It'll take more than hope," my mom says, turning the oven off. "I'll be back, take this macaroni out in 10 minutes," she says picking up her purse in a hurry.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"Some of your cousins have to get picked up early, your aunt Cassie will be at work most of the day and she wants them to be here early,"

I roll my eyes. My aunt Cassie was a pain. All she did was brag about how much money she had, but never cared to offer me or Deon a penny.