Okay, so this is part two of my shabiki fiction. The first part was ilitumwa yesterday, so if wewe haven't read it, read that first before wewe read this, because if wewe dont wewe will be confused. Enjoy! And look for my other shabiki fiction that was also ilitumwa today called California Girls.Enjoy!

    We just got every thing packed up and put in the U-Haul. I climb in to the front kiti, kiti cha of my brothers’ Mercedes, which he got from our parents when we found out we were moving. My parents are driving the U - Haul, and I sure as hell don’t want to ride with them. Nick starts the car, and pulls out slowly from our drive way. I look back at the nyumbani that I’ve always known, but soon that fades away in the distance. As Nick drives down the street, we pass my inayopendelewa places. Central Park, Times Square, The Giant Toy store with a Ferris wheel inside.
    Every thing passing kwa me, and I can’t even reach out and hold on to it. I can’t take any of those things with me, they all stay while I’m being whisked away to the country. I see my Marafiki walking down the street, and a tear trickles down my cheek.
Chapter Three
    I sleep for the rest of the ride, and I wake up to see that my surroundings have completely changed. Gone is the concrete jungle, replaced kwa a beach, pwani with houses lined up on the sand. My parents drive up and in to a drive way, and I see the new house. The sold sign in red letters jumps out at me, and it’s as if it’s saying : ‘Good luck.’
    I get out of my brothers car and slam the door shut.
    “Yo! I know you’re mad , but don’t take it out on my whip!” Nick says. I roll my eyes and go open the back of the U- Haul truck. My mom walks up.
     “Me and your father put a tag on the rooms saying which one is yours, it has your name on it.” She says.
    “Whatever.” I say, which for teens, is some thing we all say with our own meaning.
    I grab as much as I can carry and go in the house and up stairs. I have to walk all the way down the hall and then I finally see the door with my name on it. I open the 䡃䭎䭗⁓
†I say, which for teens, is some thing we all say with our own meaning.
    I grab as much as I can carry and go in the house and up stairs. I have to walk all the way down the hall and then I finally see the door with my name on it. I open the door and have to set down my boxes and take in the room. I have a study before my room, and an amazing bedroom with an Etahn Allen kitanda in the middle, and a bathroom off to the side. I get settled in, and I fall asleep.
BEEP!!
    BEEP!!!
    BEEEEEEPPPP!!!!!!!!!

    “God damn wewe Nick, what the fuck is your problem?” I say.     To my immature brother who has to act like an alarm clock to wake me up.
    “I gotta go to town, I’m getting some pot, do wewe want some au not?” Nick says.
     “Yeah, if wewe can find any in this fucking place.” I say.
    “True dat. Bye lil sis, see wewe later.” Nick says.
     “Yeah, yeah. Bye nyumbani fry, whatever.” I say and try to sleep again. Of course I can’t! My lovely mother walks in to scold me.
    “Get ready for church! It’s Sunday!” She says.
    “Jesus! Help me with my insane mother!” I say, clasping my hands together and looking at my ceiling. I look at my mom. “It didn’t work, sadly you’re still here.” I say.
    “Fine.” My mom says and leaves.
    I roll out of kitanda and amble to my bathroom. After I take a nice long shower, I get out and dry my hair. As soon as I’m finished, I put on my bathing suit and a pair of shorts and a tank top, then I head down to the beach, pwani for a walk. The sand massages my feet as I walk down to the pier, I sit on the ledge and gaze at the waves rolling in the water.
    “Hey.” A male voice says from behind me.
    I turn, and almost faint. It’s the guy from my dream!!!! Oh God! What is wrong with the world? If I dream that I’m a billionare, will that happen too?
    I smile. “Hi.” I say.
     He holds out his hand. “I’m Andrew.” He says.
     “I’m Laurie.” I say and shake his hand, when he releases my hand, I can still feel his touch.
    “You’re my new neighbor. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to say hi yesterday, but I wanted wewe to get settled in.” He says.
    “Oh. Well, thanks for introducing your self.” I say.
    “Do wewe want to hang out today?” He asks. I pretend to think about it.
    “What could we do here? I’ve never been here so, I feel out of place.” I say.
     “It’s okay. I’m an expert. The one thing we’re not going to be doing for another two weeks is go to school.” He says.
    “Yay, I feel so much better knowing I won’t have to deal with the douche bag maarufu crowd right away. Are wewe going to my school?” I ask.
    “Yep. There’s only one high school here. It’s my junior year, how about you?” He says.
     “One high school? Wow. But any way, same here, junior year.” I reply.
    “Cool. Do wewe know what homeroom you’re in?” He asks.
    “Yeah…… Mrs. Carlson? I’m supposed to get my class schedule soon.” I respond.
     “Really? She’s my homeroom teacher too!” He says.
    “Okay, I’ll at least know one person, but wewe probably won’t want to be seen with the new kid.” I say.
    “You’re right. I better go, you’ll ruin my maarufu douche bag image.” He says jokingly.
    “You’re one of them?” I ask in reproach.
    He laughs. “No way! I’m not in to all that shit.” He says.
    “Good, because that would really suck. wewe have an awesome personality, and if wewe were one of them, I’d hate you.” I say.
    “I’m so glad wewe don’t hate me then.” He says.
    “Okay well, what are wewe going to onyesha me first?” I say, trying to shake off that slightly awkward comment.
    “How about I onyesha wewe all the stores?” He says.
    “Sure.” I say and hop off of the ledge.

After we walk all through town, we go back to the beach, pwani and sit in the sand.
    “This town is so small and quiet.” I say, running my fingers through the sand.
    “Where are wewe from any way?” He asks.
     “Manhattan.” I say.
    “I went there once, I liked it. I can see why you’re not really happy about being here.” He says.
     “It’s okay, I’ve got Nick.” I say.
    “Is that your boyfriend?” He says, with a little tinge of hurt in his voice.
     “No! No way! Nick’s my brother! He’s also my best friend…. But my boy friend? God no!” I say.
    “Oh. Good to hear.” He says. I laugh and slap him on the arm.
    “Yo! Laurie!” I hear Nick call from behind me.
    “By the way, my brothers a wigger.” I whisper to Andrew.
    “I’ve been looking for wewe all day. I got the we-”
    “Hey Nick! I want wewe to meet my friend Andrew.” I say, giving Nick my shut- the- fuck- up look. I don’t want Andrew to know I do pot.
    “Oh, hey. I’m Nick, her older brother.” He says.
    Andrew nods. “Nice to meet you.” He says.
    “Laurie, I need to talk to you.” Nick says.
    “Okay.” I say and stand. I walk away a little so that Andrew doesn’t hear the conversation. “I got the pot, it wasn’t that hard to find.” He says. “Okay, cool.” I say. “I also got a job.” He says. “Really? Doing what?” I ask. “Selling drugs.” He says. “Really?” I say, stunned. “No. I’d never sell drugs. They’d be all gone because we’d use it all.” He says.
    “True.” I say, remembering the time that we actually tried to sell, all the drugs we had were gone in two days. End of the hustler career. “Well, just come in my room when wewe want to get high.” He says. “Alright.” I say. “Now it’s time to embarrass you.” He says. “What are you-” I say, then Nick cuts me off when he lunges towards me and throws me over his shoulder.
    I start kicking and screaming. “Nick! wewe fucker! Stop it!” I say. He slams me in the sand, and all the wind is knocked out of me. He laughs. “Here, let me help wewe up.” He says, putting his hand out for me to grab. I reach for it and use my feet to knock his legs out from under him and pull him down as I roll to the side and get up.
    “You’re gonna get it now!” He screams and scrambles up. “Andrew! Lets go!” I say. He starts running with me. “Follow me!” He says. He turns in to an alley and we hide behind a piece of wood. We both laugh. Me and Andrew are very close. “Thanks for that.” I say. “No problem.” He says, staring at my lips. He looks me in my eyes and swallows. He looks back down at my lips, then shakes it off and looks me in my eyes again. “What now? I have no clue where Nick is.” I say. “I guess we can go back to the beach.” He says. I walk out of the alley first and Nick runs up and tackles me. I fall on my back, and Nick pins me down. “You can’t fight a black man.” He says. “You’re white, now get off me!” I say. “Say I’m black and I’ll get off you.” He says. “Fine, you’re black.” I say. He gets off me.
    I stand up and say, “I take it back.” And run down the dock. “Take it back! I’m black!” Nick shouts as he chases after me. “Never!” I say. I jump over the ledge and plunge in to the water. I come out under the dock and shake the water out of my hair. Nick and Andrew run up. “You made me get wet wewe black asshole.” I say and laugh. Nick runs up and tackles me, sending us both in to the water. Andrew joins us, and we all splash each other. Once we’re sopping wet, we stop and walk down the beach, pwani and to our houses. “You can come over in a little bit Andrew, I just have to change first.” I say. I hurry and change. A half saa later, the door kengele rings and I hurry to get it.
    “Hey Andrew. My parents are at church, so wewe don’t have to meet them.” I say. He laughs. “Okay.” “Follow me, this is the one place where I know my way around.” I say, leading him up stairs to my room. “What, no tour of the house?” He says jokingly. I shake my head. We get in my room. I sit on my kitanda and turn on my TV. Andrew sits down inayofuata to me. “Yo Laurie! When are we gonna try this gum out?” Nick says, walking in to my room. He sees Andrew and stops talking. “Don’t worry Nick, we’ll bake it later.” I say. He nods. “Well, wewe two have fun.” He says as he walks out. “And remember to use a condom!” He shouts over his shoulder.
    “Nick! I just met him! And we’re friends!” I shriek. “I can’t believe he just alisema that.” I say. “It’s okay.” Andrew chuckles. “He’s such a sick fuck.” I say. “Hey, at least he’s looking out for you. Any other brother would’ve said, ‘try not to bust a nut.’ But Nick didn’t.” He says. “This happened to wewe before!?” I say. “Oh yeah, many times.” He says. “Well, I think you’re a little too over experienced.” I say. Nick walks back in. “Hey! Your kitanda isn’t broken yet. May be wewe should get the guy who broke it in the city over here.” He says. “You’ve actually broke your kitanda before?” Andrew says. “Hell yeah!” Nick says. Andrew looks at me and his mouth drops open. “Oh. My. God. I broke my kitanda before too!” He says. “Really? That’s awesome!” I say and we all laugh.
    “Um, Nick can wewe please leave so me and Andrew can not break my bed?” I say. “You don’t want me to break your bed?” Andrew says, feigning disappointment. “Not yet.” I say with a wink. “Oh my God, wewe guys are too white for me.” Nick says, walking out of my room. Andrew laughs. “Your brother is crazy.” He says. “Black people nowadays.” I say, and we both laugh. “So what do wewe want to do now?” Andrew says. “Well, I don’t want to stay in my room all day.” I say. “Not even with me?” He says jokingly. “Not yet.” I say. “Okay, well I do know the best places to hang out.” Andrew says. “If it’s your bedroom, then wewe can do that kwa your self.” I reply. He does a sharp in take of breath. “I’m not that kind of guy.” He says. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” I demand. “Just that I don’t take girls to my room on a first date.” He says.
    “This is not a date.” I say. “Not yet.” He replies. I rolls my eyes and follow him out the door. A little later after we walk around for a while, we go back to the beach. The sun is making it’s decent to the horizon, and the colors are amazing. “Is this a great first tarehe au what?” Andrew says. I chew on my lip. Do I want to be with him? “Yeah, it was pretty fun.” I say. “So it was a date?” He asks. I nod mutely. “Geez, I didn’t even hold your hand.” He says in a semi- joking way. “The dates not over until I go home.” I say. He smiles and laces his fingers through mine. I laugh. I upendo how warm his hand feels in mine. I even like the fact that his lips are getting closer to mine. I usually don’t kiss people on a first date, au even when I’ve only just met them today, but I want to kiss him so I don’t object when his lips connect with mine. I actually do the opposite. I tilt my head up and make the kiss deeper. When the tarehe is over, Andrew walks me back to my house and kisses me on the porch under the stars.
        “See wewe tomorrow.” He says. “Okay, wewe can come over any time and wewe can just walk in, it doesn’t matter.” I say. “Okay.” He says, then steals another kiss before he walks to his house. I watch him walk in his house, and then I walk in to my house. My mother yells at me when she sees that I’ve just walked in. “Where have wewe been?” “Out. Good night.” I say, and head for the stairs. I don’t want to tell my mom about Andrew just yet. (or ever) “NO. Tell me what you’ve been doing!” My mom says, pulling at my arm and making me fall backwards on the stairs.
    “Jesus Christ Mom! That fucking hurt!” I say trying to catch my breath. “What happened?” Nick says from the juu of the steps. Then he sees the scene and rushes down the steps to help me up. “Are wewe trying to kill her wewe damn cunt?” He says to our mom. “I’m sorry.” She says. “No you’re not, wewe always do this! If wewe didn’t drink so much maybe wewe wouldn’t abuse your kids!” I yell. Nick helps me up the stairs and inspects the latest wounds from my mother. “You’re gonna have some bruises in the morning. And wewe scraped your shoulder on the stairs.” Nick says.
    “I hate this.” I say, stretching out on my kitanda carefully trying not to hurt myself any worse than I already am. “I know. Damn, I should’ve been down stairs. I coulda cut her.” He says. “She’s our mom, wewe shouldn’t cut her.” I say. “But I could still want to.” He says lying down inayofuata to me. “So, what’s going on with wewe and my homie Andrew?” Nick says. “He’s my boyfriend now.” I say. “Cool, when are wewe gonna have him get high with us?” Nick asks. “I don’t know if he’s in to that. So don’t say any thing about pot au any thing around him.” I say. “Okay, so do wewe want to get high now?” Nick asks.
In the morning, I wake up in my tub. Nick brought the pot over and we got high. I slowly get up and walk in to my study to grab a red bull. Nick’s passed out on my dawati and I slap his ass. He jolts awake. “Shit, I thought wewe were the gnomes.” He says. That’s what Nick sees when he’s high. Some times they’re his friends, and others he stands on my dawati and acts like a girl seeing a bug because they’re trying to rape him.
    “No, I guess they were horn balls last night, huh?” I ask. “Yeah, how were the talking rabbits?” He asks. “They made me lock my self in the bath room. I passed out in the tub.” I say. Yes, I see talking rabbits. Rabbits scare me and gnomes scare Nick. “How do my eyes look?” I ask. “Blood shot.” He says. I run in to my bathroom and look at my eyes. Shit, they’re bad! I grab my tinted Gucci sunglasses to cover it up.
    I grab my Coach sunglasses and toss them to Nick. “Andrew’s gonna be over here soon man.” I say. Shit, I’m picking up on Nick’s wiggerness. "Fuck my head hurts. Give me some red bull." Nick says. I toss a can to him and change in to some jean shorts and a lace trimmed green tank top. I grab two Advil and take one. “Here.” I say giving him the other one. “We could’ve snorted these last night.” He says.
    “Well, the gnomes would’ve just been worse.” I say. “You have a point. I’m sorry I made wewe get high when wewe have a tarehe today.” Nick says. “Don’t worry, wewe didn’t make me, I got high because that’s the only way I can ignore mom.” I say. “Well, we smoked it all last night so can I have some money to buy some more?” Nick says. I walk over to my salama and ngumi, punch in the code. “How much?” I ask Nick over my shoulder. “Fifty is what I paid yesterday.” He says. I grab the money and hand it to him when he walks over to me.
    I open my balcony doors and breathe in the fresh air. “Hey!” I hear some one shout. I look to my left and see Andrew out on his balcony. I smile and wave. “Is it okay if I come over now?” He asks. “Sure, come on up.” I say. A couple dakika later he knocks on my door and walks in. Nick is still lying on my dawati and when he sees Andrew he hops up and bro hugs him. “Sup man?” Nick says. “Not much. Anything new with wewe other than beating up Laurie?” Andrew says. “Nah. hujambo Laurie, I’ma go get the……. Special stuff.” Nick says and leaves.
    “Is it a New York thing to wear sunglasses in doors?” Andrew asks me. I bit my lip. “Well, wewe know I’m not over New York yet, it was my only home.” I say. “Well, it is sunny out so your eyes won’t hurt.” Andrew says. “What are we going to do?” I ask. “Well on Mondays I usually volunteer at the Church to help clean it, we don’t need to do that-” I cut him off. “No. Lets do that first.” I say. Maybe I can talk to the pastor au some thing and have him help me stop smoking pot.
    “Okay, we’ll do that. And then I thought we could go fishing, but we don’t have to do that because I know that samaki freak girls out.” Andrew says. “We can go fishing, I’ve never done it so it’ll be some thing new.” I say. “You’ve never been fishing? I think it’s so much fun!” Andrew says. “Okay, then it’s a good thing we’re doing that because I’d break up with wewe if wewe took me on a boring sekunde date.” I say teasingly. “Then lets go to church!” He says heading out the door. “That was yesterday wewe know!” I say heading out behind him.
    After we finish cleaning the church- the pastor wasn’t there for me to talk to- we went to a river out in the woods. After Andrew baited the hook and casted it, he handed the rod to me and I stood there. “What am I supposed to do?” I ask. “Just wait. If wewe feel a tug on it jerk it and reel the line in, okay?” I nod. After a couple of dakika of silence I say, “So tell me about your family.” He chuckles and says, “Well, Mom is an Avon sales woman and Dad’s a lawyer.” “Sound like wewe should be living in a mansion.” I say. “No, it’s not like that. My parents put away money for me for college and other stuff. We don’t like to flaunt our money much, if we need the money it’s there.” He says.
    “Okay. So do wewe have any siblings?” I ask. “I have a younger brother .His name is Joseph, he’s thirteen. He’s mentally retarded and we try to take care of him as best as we can.” He says. “Oh. How can your parents work so much when they have to take care of Joseph?” I ask. “Well, mom’s Avon company is ran from home, so she can be there for him. Dad tries to be around as often as he can.” Andrew says. “Can I meet them?” I ask. “Don’t wewe think it’s a little soon?” Andrew asks in disbelief. “I just met wewe yesterday and we kissed yesterday and we’re already spending a lot of time together. I think we’ve gotten serious pretty fast.” I say.
    “Yeah, okay. Lets pack up here and go meet them.” He says. We drive to our neighbor hood, and I follow him into his house. “Mom! Dad! Joseph! I want wewe to meet some one!” Andrew shouts. A little boy with brown hair runs up and hugs Andrew. “Anrew! Wenre hnave wewe been?” Joseph asks. “I’ve been with my girl friend Laurie.” Andrew says. Joseph looks at me. “Hni Laurien I’m Joseph!” Joseph says to me. “Hi Joseph nice to meet you.” I say.
    “Did wewe know the lollipop fairy is real?” Joseph asks. “Really? Why hasn’t he visited me?” I say feigning outrage. Joseph giggles and shrugs. “Andrew! Who’s this?” His mom asks. “This is my girlfriend, Laurie.” He says. His dad walks up and shakes my hand. “Nice to meet you. Andrew told us all about wewe yesterday.” I smile politely and blush uncontrollably. “Now, Herald look at what wewe did! wewe embarrassed poor Laurie!” Andrew’s mom fusses. I laugh. “It’s okay.” I say. “We were just about to cook dinner, why don’t wewe stay?” Andrew’s mom asks. I shrug. “I can stay.” I say. Every one walks away and Andrew says, “Follow me.” And takes me up to his bedroom.
    “You can take your sunglasses off.” He says. “Okay.” I say hesitantly and then I take them off. I set them on a table. “Laurie, what happened to your back?” Andrew asks. “My mom. It happened last night when I got in. It’s nothing, this happens all the time.” I say as I turn around. “What’s up with your eyes?” He asks. “I um…….. I……. I kind of……. I smoke pot with my brother. I’m trying to quit, but it’s hard and I can’t handle my mom and I use that to-” “It’s okay, I’m just glad wewe told me. wewe don’t have to stop for me, wewe should want to stop for you.” He says. “I’m trying.” I say. “I know wewe are. You’ll get it eventually.” He says. “So, who’s the lollipop fairy?” I ask Andrew.
    “I knew wewe were gonna ask that. It’s me.” He says. “What’s the purpose of the lollipop fairy?” I ask. “It’s just some thing I do. It makes Joseph happy.” Andrew says. “So wewe just put lollipops under his mto when he’s sleeping?” I ask. “Yeah.” He says. “That’s so cute!” I say. “Thanks.” He says. “Okay. chemsha bongo time. What is your future job going to be?” I ask. “I’m gonna jiunge the army when I’m eighteen.” He says. “Really? Why?” I ask. “Well, I want to make a difference.” He says. He’s gonna make a difference in the world’s population. I have always hate the war, but I’m not gonna let Andrew know that. “Okay, now what do wewe want to do as a future job?” Andrew asks. “Go back to New York and be a mitaani, mtaa vender for a little bit, and then I don’t know. I might own a dance studio here, because I didn’t see one here and I’ve danced my whole life.” I say.
    “Really? Wow, that’s pretty cool.” Andrew says. “Thanks. My Marafiki at school didn’t dance, so I just never talked about it.” I say. “I bet if wewe did people would start dancing too.” Andrew says. “I doubt it, but thanks for being supportive.” I say. “That’s what I’m here for.” He says, hugging me. “Ouch.” I say. “Sorry, I think your back is bruised.” He says. I turn around and let him look at my back. “Yeah, you’re bruised, bad.” Andrew says. “It happens a lot.” I say. “Well, it shouldn’t.” He says. “There’s nothing I can do about it except yell at her, and that doesn’t make a difference.” I say.