90s love in windy city, p.1
90's Love In Windy City, page 1
90’s Love In Windy City
B. Monaye
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Synopsis
Nostalgia
1. Devon “D-Man” Johnson
2. Jazzlyn
3. Devon
4. Jazzlyn
5. Devon
6. Jazzlyn
7. Devon
8. Jazzlyn
9. Devon
10. Jazzlyn
11. Devon
12. Jazzlyn
13. Devon
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Synopsis
Jazzlyn a twenty-year-old virgin who has always lived her life sheltered. Her mother shielded her from the world in hopes that she wouldn’t turn out to be like her which was a lonely woman who spent her whole life working just to save pennies. Meeting Devon was a breath of fresh air that she didn’t know she needed, but was he who he portrayed to be? Or was he a master in disguise?
Devon D-Man's life went from sugar to shit in a matter of time. After almost losing his life to the streets it didn’t slow him down. His actions resulted in him being homeless but with the help of Jazzlyn putting him on he was right back to where he needed to be.
The more they got to know each other the more they realized they had a lot more in common than average. Embark on this true 90’s love in the Windy City!
Nostalgia
It’s the year of 1995 in the Windy City, every hood came out to celebrate the Bud Billiken Parade, while watching different talents parade down the street, foot working, and juking in their air brush t-shirts and booty shorts. Barbeque grills going, candy ladies selling Frooties, Icey cups with chips, cheese and meat. The elders sat in their lawn chairs observing the generation to come. This is a time where everyone from all over gets along. Do you remember the time?
Chapter 1
Devon “D-Man” Johnson
“Igot 5 on it, grab your 40, let's get keyed. I got 5 on it, fuckin’ with that Indo weed. I got 5 on it, it's got me stuck and I'm tore back. I got 5 on it,
nigga lets go half on a sack!” ~Luniz
“Bitch ass nigga give me all yo shit!” I spoke through my ski mask as I held a stranger at gunpoint. He held his hands up surrendering as if I was the police. I pushed the gun deeper into the back of his head to let him know I wasn’t playing with him. He immediately dug in his pocket, grabbed his wallet and pager and handed them to me. “Run that watch too!” I demanded the G-shock watch and he took it off with no hesitation along with the herringbone chain. After he gave me all of his belongings, I knocked him over the head with the butt of the gun making him fall to the ground and I took off running down a dark alley way.
I hate I was in the position to have to rob a nigga just to get my next meal, but life got tough and left me with no choice. I was on my way to the top out here in the windy city. When niggas started seeing me making a little money, they came gunning for me and leaving me for dead including my so-called mother. I had the city eating out of the palm of my hand, and it was all taken from me within a blink of an eye. Word on the street was that the supplier was planning on setting me up by trying to rob me, but I was two steps ahead of him, or so I thought. I went to rob him, and the nigga ambushed me. When I got shot, they were telling my mother that there was a chance I wouldn’t make it because I fell into a coma. She thought it was a good idea to take me for everything that I had and disappear. Being shot at seventeen was nothing to play around with and I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. I didn’t remember much about the actual shooting, but I have a scar across my chest to prove that you couldn’t trust people.
I said if I ever caught up with her, I probably would kill her ass but on the other hand, I’ll let her live but make her suffer. I only had two friends out here that stayed down with me through it all and that was Damien and Buck. They searched the city looking high and low for Tammy, but she was nowhere to be found. She disappointed me because she left her one and only baby boy out here to starve when I made sure to take care of her ass when I was getting money. At the age of twenty-one I had no choice but to get it how I lived because of the cards I was dealt.
Once I made it further away from the scene I crossed through someone’s yard to get back to the streets. I was two blocks away from Damien’s spot. I had plans to crash there until I was able to move around and find me another stain (Criminal activity to get money). I knocked on his door as I watched my back and not too many people were out on the street because it was after midnight. Mostly the hustlers and killers were out on the prowl. It appeared that my knocks fell on death ears because no one answered. I didn’t have anywhere else to go so I got comfortable on his front porch. Hopefully he will be home soon because I didn’t have time for his neighbors to start tripping. Time went by and I got tired, so I stretched out on the front porch and put my arms in my hoodie that I wore every day. Soon I was drifting off to sleep.
“Damn Jazzlyn, you gotta talk to the leasing office about homeless people sleeping on your porch.” I was awakened out of my sleep by a loudmouth female. She had the nerve to laugh and sounded like a donkey.
“Conni don’t do that. You don’t know this man situation.” I finally opened my eyes and sat up right because somehow I had ended up blocking her doorstep. Both of the women were beautiful, but it was something about the one who lived next door. The way she stared at me made me a little nervous and I wasn’t the type to not know what to say to the ladies. “Excuse my friend, she doesn’t have any manners.” She smiled, showing a glimpse of embarrassment for her friend.
Jazzlyn smelled as if she had drowned in a bottle of Pump It Up. Her hair was in a pin curl updo with a weave basket in the back. She wore a white halter top with a baggy pair of Tommy Hilfiger jeans with an all-white pair of K-Swiss. Even though she wore baggy pants it still didn’t hide that fact that she had a lot of junk in her trunk.
“No apologies necessary shorty.” I advised her. “I was waiting for my homie and lost track of time.” I let her know. Truth is I knew exactly who she was, she had transferred to Carver high school her junior year and I was in my senior year getting ready to graduate. We had a separate set of friends, so she probably didn’t recognize who I was. I wanted this girl since then but by me being in the streets I couldn’t get to her. After high school I would see her on the bus, but she would never notice me because I would always sit in the back with a hood over my head.
“Did you want use my house phone to call him?” She asked me, being polite. I accepted her offer to make the call. The last time I talked to him he said he would be home for me to come through. He knew I didn’t have any other place to lay my head. “You can come in, it’s only gon’ reach so far.” She held the door open for me to come in.
“Thank you,” she handed me the phone. I picked it up and dialed his pager number leaving a code of 911 to make him call right back. Once I disconnected, I stood in the screen door as I was getting ready to leave. I didn’t want to appear weird just watching her and her friend.
“You don’t have to go yet. I know your friend will be calling back soon. Did you want something to drink?” I eyed her friend as she was balling up her face in disgust. “I have water and Kool-Aid the strawberry flavor.”
“I’ll take the Kool-Aid.” I hadn’t had anything on my stomach since the night before last. It smelled like she was making some chicken flavored ramen noodles. When I took a look around at the décor of the room the walls were white, but the
“He drinking that like it’s his last.” Conni laughed by herself. Jazzlyn turned to her and mouthed the words, shut up and rolled her eyes.
“Hello.” She picked up the phone and the person responded. “Hold on.” She handed me back the phone. “It’s for you.” I grabbed it out of her hand.
“Aye, why you send me off like that?” I questioned him aggravated because this was supposed to be one of my best friends and he knew what I was going through.
“My bad D-Man, I slid on this lil bust down on the low end and I lost track of time.” I sighed and ran my hand down my face shaking my head. He played me once again and I was starting to get tired of his constant excuses.
“Yeah, aight my nigga, I’m bout to move around try to make some money. I’ll catch up wit ’chu later.”
“Meet me and Buck in Roseland at the doughnut shop in about two hours.” After agreeing, I disconnected the call and prepared to leave.
“Thanks again for letting me use your phone. Maybe I’ll see you around.” I winked at her and left out of the door on to my next mission. I made my way to the fieldhouse that the high school football team meets up at to have meetings and the players had access to it, so it was unlimited parties every Friday. This was where I would come to take a shower when I knew they were all gone. I saw there were no lights on in the house, there were bars on the window so I couldn’t go through there, the only other choice I had was to pick the locks. I got in making sure I closed and locked the door behind me. I went right upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower. The players always kept extra clothes over here, so I wasn’t worried about an outfit. As I showered, I had real life thoughts running through my mind like what I needed to do to get myself out of this predicament.
I used two dollars to get on the bus to go to the pawn shop to see how much I was going to get from the things I jacked. When I made it I laid everything on the counter ready to collect because I knew what I had was valuable. After a lot of negotiating, I walked away with three hundred dollars. I was only going to use so much of it because I needed to stack every penny I earned. I hopped on another bus to meet them in Roseland. When I arrived, you could smell the doughnuts a mile away. It was family owned and they were some of the nicest people with warm welcomes and fresh ass doughnuts.
“What’s up?” I dapped up my boys as they were sitting there eating. “What ya’ll niggas on?” I questioned.
“Shit we waiting on E to pull up so we can cop some product.” Buck answered nonchalantly. It was mighty funny they were there to reup but when I asked the niggas to throw me a lil something to make some money they made it seem like they didn’t have it.
“Oh yeah, what ya’ll tryna get? Let me in on it.” I suggested. They both eyed each other and then looked back at me. I took out my money and set it on the table. Buck fell out in a fit of laughter.
“We ain’t got time to be owing people joe.” Buck spoke up first trying to put me out on front street. “Ion mean it like dat, my nigga, but we ain’t copping no lil shit.” He took out a wad of cash and flashed it in my face. He just didn’t know if he wasn’t my nigga I would rob his ass.
“It’s all good, a nigga don’t plan on staying down too long.” I shook my head. “You always tryna play a nigga, but as I recall you was in a begging position not too long ago.” I was tired of him coming at me sideways and I would usually handle a nigga, but Damien was saving the nigga.
“Yeah, whateva nigga, but I’m up now!” He chuckled stuffing the money back in his pants pocket. I grabbed my money from the table and then we were heading out of the doughnut spot when E pulled up in his candy-apple red Cadillac Eldorado. Leaving his engine running he hopped out. He was fresh from head to toe wearing a Karl Kani multicolor fit. He had gold jewelry around his neck and wrist. He was one of the biggest in the game and everybody wanted to work for him in some form or fashion. I fucked with him but not enough to be another niggas slave.
“You grabbing today too D?” He questioned coming around to the passenger side of his car and leaned up against it.
“Nah, not today, I’ma fuck wit’ ya’ll niggas later.” I dapped them all up again.
“What chu’ mean? You ain’t tryna fuck wit’ us today?” Damien inquired walking over to me. Knowing I was getting played like a lame I decided to leave and find something else to get into.
“Naw imma go find me something else to get into.” I replied.
“Like what?” Buck chimed in. “You ain’t got no motion around here buddy.” He laughed.
“You talk a lot of shit for a nigga who can’t back it up.” I walked in his face. Buck wasn’t as tough as he made it seem. All through school Damien and I always fought his battles because he was a scary ass nigga. You can say boo and that nigga would take off running. Somehow after we graduated, he decided to grow some balls, but he still wasn’t on shit.
“Aight ya’ll, cool out.” Damien tried to defuse the situation and stepped in the middle of us. “We brothers.”
“Aye Damien, I’ma hit you up later to see if you made it back to the crib. A nigga ain’t had no sleep in three days.” I started treading backwards, leaving the situation alone for now.
He assured me that he would answer and then I retreated to the bus stop. In my soul I felt like something was off with them niggas, but I wasn’t about to stick around knowing they had me to sit around like I was a fucking lame or something. Once I get back on, not a soul better ask me a got damn thing. Usually, I would be trying to put my whole team on, but I was slowly starting to see that we were not as close as we used to be and that was quite alright with me.
Chapter 2
Jazzlyn
“As I stand here contemplating, on the right thing to decide. Will I take the wrong direction, all my life, where will I go? What lies ahead of me? ~Xscape
I sat in my windowsill fanning myself with a piece of paper blasting my stereo as I watched the children play in the park across the street from my house. The air was sticky causing sweat to run profusely down my face. Today had to be one of the hottest days yet. The maintenance man was supposed to fix my air condition unit sometime today, but it didn’t seem like it. Staying in low-income housing was a good thing only because the rent was going according to your income, but on the other hand, it took forever to get things fixed around here. I tried to get my mother to go up there and complain but she was never here when they were open. She always left me to handle things around the house. I was twenty years old and was left to take care of all the responsibilities that she was supposed to have since I was sixteen.
The only rules she had set for her household was don’t get pregnant and finish school. I was all for those rules because I wasn’t planning on having kids any time soon. I wasn’t even thinking about having sex, no boy was worth my jewels, and I wasn’t in a rush. I finished school at the top of my class and now I was working for Footlocker the shoe store. The best part about working there was the discount, and I was such a sneaker head. If I wasn’t buying shoes, I was stacking my money for when I get ready to move into my own place. After I graduated Renita was talking about how I needed to give her some money on the rent. She tried to charge me more than what she was paying, and I wasn’t having that. Our rent was only thirty-five dollars because it went according to your income. Renita worked two jobs, but they didn’t know that she only provided them with the low pay stubs at the restaurant she worked at. I wasn’t supposed to let them know about me working because it would increase her rent, but I went up there and put an application in for myself. They would find out I was working one way or another.
