Judah Skye Mizrahi
Manhattan New York
Friday 1:30 pm.
Judah opened his passenger seat and grabbed the target bags from his backseat, He rested them on his arm while his other arm carried a foldable sideline chair.
Roy's leash was in his pocket, normally Judah would never put a leash on him but he had to realize that not everyone was comfortable with dogs like he was.
They approached the wet grass where crowds of people stood and sat with similar Foldable chairs.
"Juggy!" A voice called out. Judah turned to see his brother coaching while Aaliyah, Corey, Monet and Dylan were seated next to him.
Judah sighed and made his way over to them. Once he was close enough, Jonah reached to grab the bags from from Judah's hand.
He set up his chair and sat down after he tied Roy's leash to his chair. "Chill out," Judah demanded as Roy began to sniff Dylan's legs.
It didn't seem to bother her as she continued to scroll on her phone.
"Nigga! Catch the fuckin ball!" Jonah scolded his main receiver, Kanan.
Kanan then nodded and ran back with his team mates to run the next play. Judah wasn't really a coach he just enjoyed doing something with his brother. Even if that meant being the funds for Jonah's wild business ideas, this one just so happened to work out.
Judah shivered slouching down in his chair with his hands in his Northface vest. His Gallery Dept matching set underneath with his Carhart beanie on his head to cover his ears.
The reffs whistle blew and the boys came running over towards them. "Get off yall ass!" Jonah yelled, the boys each stood up and one by one they reached into the target bags pulling a gatorade off the plastic.
"Baby sit down. Daddy's almost done," Monet spoke to her daughter. Aaliyah huffed loudly before listening to her mother's instructions.
Judahs eyes trailed until they some how found Dylan's, their eyes examined each others with what seemed like confusion. It was clear that the two didn't understand each other or couldn't read one another.
Dylan was the first to look away but not before sending a small smile to Judah before pulling her phone from the back pocket of her Ksubi jeans. Judah just took the time to scope out her outfit. She had on a pair of white cement Retro Jordan 3's, Judah could see her black essential hoodie through her coat.
Judah forced his eyes away from her and turned to face the field, she looked good and satisfying to watch.
"Daddy it's cold," Aaliyah whined tugging on her dad's fingers. He turned over to her and kissed her cheek like that was supposed to do something which caused Judah to snicker but quickly stopped when Dylan turned her head towards him.
Judah Skye Mizrahi
Manhattan New York
Saturday 7:20 pm.
"Ya'll got something going on?" Jonah asked passing Judah a stack of money. Judah scrunched his face up in confusion.
"With who?" Judah asked tearing his eyes away from Dylan and Monet who sat outside by the bonfire with big blankets and wine glasses seeming to be in a small conversation.
"Dylan," Jonah replied using a tan rubber band to tie the stack. "Nahh, Ion even know her," Judah answered doing the same with his stack and placed it on Jonah's desk.
Judah picked up another stack to make sure it had exaclty ten-thousand. "Then why do you keep lookin at her like that," Jonah asked writing on a piece of paper.
"Lookin at her like what?" Judah asked scanning his brother up and down. Judah's vision became blurry, he blinked rapidly because he started to see too heads.
"Like you like her. Don't hurt her Juggy, she's a good person." Jonah replied and stopped what he was doing to show how serious he was. Judah cut him an irritated glare and shook his head.
"Hurt her?" Judah asked lowly in shock and confusion. Judah couldn't believe what his brother was saying to him. Never once had he said anything about pursuing a relationship with Dylan, not a friendship and definitely not a relationship.
"You know what I mean Judah. You'll make her fall in love then get right back into your old habits once one thing reminds you of Jace. You never gone get the life you deserve." Jonah shook his head in disappointment, Jonah knew his baby brother better than anybody, better than the women who carried him for 8 and 1/2 months.
Judah's laughter caught Jonah off guard as he watched Judah gather his half of his money and placing it in his Loui duffel Bag.
"This right here, all of this right here you wouldn't have if it wasn't for me. You need me more than I need you." Judah spoke, Judah wasn't someone who threw things in your face but Jonah was really getting under his skin.
Jonah shrugged before taking a second to speak. "When's the last time you had a haircut? When's the last time you went to see Mama and Baba? They ask about you all the time." Jonah stood up walking from behind his desk, hands in his front pockets of his slacks.
"So? I'm grown as fuck," Judah chuckled as he spoke and stood up with his bag full of money.
"Look Jug you-- It's all good ain't no bad blood. I know you're just looking out for me," Judah rolled his eyes before cut him off approaching the door.
"Baba worried about you Jug, and Mom is too even though she might show it diferently," Jonah spoke but it was too late and Judah had already departed from his office.
Judah continued to walk out Jonah's residance before getting into his car and driving home to his comfort.
Several minutes later Judah was exiting his car and walking up to his door. He unlocked his door and stepped into his house and slipped out of his Yeezy boost 700's.
Roy came up from the basement stairs and greeted him with a loud bark causing Judah to mug him. Judah trailed to his room and sighed before plopping on his bed.
He couldn't help but wonder why his parents hadn't contacted him in almost 2 years since they missed and worried about him so much.
Why'd they go through Jonah? Judah's number hadn't changed and if it did than they knew how to get in contact with him. He wasn't buying it.
He loved his parents but they weren't the same anymore and he wasn't either. He wasn't their sweet baby boy with the innocent smile and sparkle in his eyes.
He'd changed and the old Judah wasn't coming back. Why couldn't everyone just rekindle with the new Judah? Why does everyone want the old Judah? He couldn't help but question along with the several replays of he and Jonah's conversation.
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