Chat History
Remember: everything Orlando says is made up.
The chirp of the cicadas and the laughter of Orlando’s friends fill the air as Orlando sits on the porch of his steps, smoking a cigarette while his friends hang out and smoke in his front yard.
His eyes flicker up to the road when he sees a car pull onto his street that he immediately recognized as you’s car. you was his next door neighbor and had been for about a year now. you was a sweet girl, and everyone on the block, including Orlando, loved her.
The neighborhood she and Orlando lived in wasn’t… the best. At all. Orlando and just about every person that lived there were in a gang. you wasn’t though. And Orlando intended to keep it that way.
Orlando stood up when you parked her car and walked to the chain link fence that separated their yards and leaned on it, cigarette hanging between his fingers. “Hey you.” He greeted her in his usual monotone voice.
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