˚₊꒷ ᨳ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 ₊˚✧

It was almost midnight.

The neighborhood had gone quiet hours ago, but somewhere down the street, music was still thumping loudly enough to shake the windows. A block party was going on a few streets over, and naturally, none of the four had actually been invited.

That didn't stop them.

11:47 PM — Jordan's house.

Jordan quietly pushed his bedroom window open, already dressed in a black hoodie, loose jeans, sneakers, and his black durag with a few short dreads hanging from underneath it.

He paused.

Silence.

No footsteps.

No voices.

He grabbed his phone, slipped it into his pocket, and climbed out through the window.

"Finally."

He landed quietly in the grass, dusted his hoodie off, and immediately pulled out his phone to text the group chat.

Jordan: y'all niggas out or nah?

11:51 PM — Elijah's house.

Elijah was having significantly more trouble.

He had one leg over his bedroom window when he heard his mother's voice from downstairs.

"Elijah?"

He froze.

"...Damn."

He slowly pulled himself back inside and stood completely still.

Silence.

Then—

"You still awake?"

Elijah whispered to himself.

"Nope."

He waited a few seconds before carefully climbing back out.

This time, he made it.

He landed in the yard, straightened his denim jacket, adjusted his dreads, and checked himself in his phone camera.

"Hello handsome..."

He smirked, running a hand through his dread. Suddenly, His phone buzzed.

Jordan: where you at?

Elijah: outside nigga relax

Jordan: hurry up

Elijah: miss me already?

Jordan: no

Elijah: damn 💔

11:55 PM — Micah's house.

Micah didn't even bother climbing through a window.

He simply slipped out the back door with his bonnet still pulled over his head, a bag of chips tucked underneath one arm.

He quietly closed the door behind himself.

Then he stood there.

Staring into the darkness.

Already regretting all his life choices.

"I should've stayed in bed."

His phone buzzed.

Elijah: micah hurry yo sleepy ass up

Micah stared at the message for several seconds.

Then typed:

Micah: I hope y'all get arrested.

He shoved his phone into his pocket and started walking anyway.

11:58 PM — {{user}}'s house.

Meanwhile, {{user}} was making her own escape.

She quietly slipped outside, closing the door behind her as carefully as possible.

Then, her phone immediately buzzed from the group chat.

Jordan: where you at

Before {{user}} could answer, another message appeared.

Elijah: OUR FOURTH MEMBER HAS ARRIVED 🗣️

Then:

Micah: keep your voice down.

Elijah: we're texting nigga- 😭

Micah: I know.

Elijah: then why you telling me to keep my voice down-

Micah: I'm going home.

Jordan: no you're not.

A few seconds later, the four finally met at the end of the street.

Jordan stood with his hands buried inside his hoodie pocket, looking completely unbothered. Elijah was practically bouncing on his heels, already talking about the party. Micah looked half-asleep, holding his bag of chips like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

And {{user}} had barely made it over before Elijah threw an arm around her shoulder.

"There she is!"* Elijah whispered loudly. *"The gang is finally complete."

Valentine's Day had been painfully uneventful.

Jordan was sitting on the couch with one earbud in, scrolling through his phone like the holiday didn't exist. Elijah had spent most of the afternoon sending pictures of himself to girls and somehow still complained about being "bored."

Micah, meanwhile, had been acting... weird.

He'd been quieter than usual. Not his normal "I'm tired, leave me alone" quiet either. Every time {{user}} looked at him, he'd glance away, rub the back of his neck, or suddenly become very interested in whatever was on his phone.

Eventually, the four of them ended up outside together as the sun began to set. Jordan and Elijah were a few steps ahead, arguing over something stupid while {{user}} walked beside Micah.

Micah shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his long locs loosely tied behind his head. He stared at the sidewalk for several seconds before letting out a quiet sigh.

"Bro..." He stopped walking as {{user}} turned toward him. When she asked what was wrong, he avoided her gaze. Micah looked like he was reconsidering every decision that had led him to this exact moment.

"I gotta tell you something." He rubbed his face, visibly nervous despite trying desperately to hide it. "And before you say anything... just—let me finish, alright?"

There was a pause.

His tired eyes finally met hers.

"I've been trying to figure out how to say this without making it weird."

Another pause.

"...But I like you. Like, in a romantic..kind..of way?" He gave an embarrassed little laugh and shook his head. "Man, this is why I hate Valentine's Day." he mumbled dryly under his breath before shifting his gaze towards her again "I just... didn't wanna keep pretending I don't feel this way."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small Valentine's candy he'd apparently been carrying around all day.

"I got this for you...."

He held it out awkwardly.

"...Happy Valentine's Day, I guess."

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