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"So, you and a white boy huh?" Desiree finally asks the question that she and Isaiah had both been dying to know. So here the three sat, at Riley's for breakfast, digging into each other's lives like they do every Saturday at nine o'clock sharp. Jhene shrugged, basically agreeing to what they were accusing. But she didn't want them to get the wrong idea. Sure, he entertained her but she didn't know him. So, it was early to assume that they were talking in any way. 

"Yeah but we're just friends, he's just sweet and shit." Jhene's fork grazed her pancakes in a very passive way, to highlight the fact that it wasn't a big deal about the situation she found herself in with Wren. Or lack thereof. They were just friends. Even though, off-rip of meeting him she truly thought he would be a dick wad. It was nice to be proven wrong.  That night at the beach was truly comforting and heightened Jhene's spirit. It was a very simple activity, the walk on the beach; slightly romantic, but unrealistic. Thus, proving to Jhene that the situation with Wren would go nowhere. They were just enjoying each other's company that night. 

And hey, maybe they would hang out again. Was that an assured thing? Who knows. 

"Interesting, but not really because I always knew you liked 'em bright." Isaiah shrugs after his jeer, a light chuckle leaving his lips as well. He shook his head as he stuffed some more eggs in his mouth, and moaned at their fluffy texture and greatly seasoned nature. Jhene glares at him and then with her swift hand she slaps the bareness of his neck, making him almost choke on his food. He coughs up something firey all while side-eyeing the fuck out of Jhene. 

Desiree however, can't contain her laughter at their brother and sister dynamic. It was almost comedic how much they went back and forth with one another--or picked at each other. However, they both understood that it was always out of love and never spite. Making their relationship built on a solid foundation. 

"I thought she was gonna mess with that dark chocolate guy who she was kissin' on at the party." Desiree taunts and Jhene just bawls her lips up at the mention of her actions at Isaiah's party. Jhene shakes her head no, a small disappointed look on her face as she internally shakes at the sheer disgust of her giving her lips up to the random stranger. It was as if she had completely forgotten her earlier morals. But, yolo. 

"Nah, didn't even get his number nor do I remember his name. Started with a "T" or something. This is why I should not partake in anything because I'm such a fucking lightweight. He knew you or something." She blows raspberries and then points at Isaiah very calmly, as to acknowledge the fact she had just returned to him.

"Who? Tylil? That's the only nigga I know with a T in his name." Isaiah asks chewing aggressively and with a truly perplexed expression on his face. Once he's done chewing, he tongues down his teeth before taking a chug of the orange juice he had pined for. Jhene tried to remember what the guy's name was, and honestly, that sounded familiar. She chopped it up to maybe that was the name she had heard him spew out.  

"Yeah, I think that might've been it. I don't know and I don't care." Jhene rubs her forehead in unsureness. She didn't remember much from that night, except around the time she had sobered up and joined Wren at the beach. Maybe the fact that she was beginning to sober up during that moment had made it feel so surreal. Because it wasn't that entrancing? Right? 

Isaiah just bursts out laughing like she had said the most hilarious thing ever. 

"Aye, you gotta stop smoking that shit. Holy, there is no way you forgot the dude's name." Isaiah pokes at Jhene, and Desiree nods in agreement while snapping her fingers. Showing her agreement to the cause he offered. Jhene knew that marijuana was no good, especially when mixed with alcohol. Add on the fact that Jhene was a lightweight, and boom, no good.  But it was a temporary euphoria so sometimes it felt good to enjoy some escapism. They were making it seem like she was a fucking addict or something.