Chapter Four

Yazoo

As I mounted onto the motorcycle parked between Loz and Kadaj's in the parking lot, I heard Loz yell. "Yo, Yazoo! Hold on a minute."

I lowered myself onto the motorcycle, waiting for him. As he drew closer. I sighed. "What do you want, Loz?"

He stopped and looked at me. "Do you think that Leonard and Grace are angry with us? I don't know about Kadaj, but I don't want them to have harsh feelings for me. I'm having fun living on my own, but I miss the good food and spending time with Kourtney."

"I don't know, Loz. Ask them, I'm not Leonard nor Graceona. You have got to take into consideration that the two of them have been busy for weeks now, and you and Kadaj telling them you guys are having fun without them would be rude, even to me and I can be rude. Leonard has done a lot for us. Don't forget that, Loz."

Loz sighed. "I know he has."

"Look, if you're worried about it so much, call them or come with me to the house. I need to pack my things and decide what I want to take and what I want to put in storage. They're coming to the house in an hour. You have questions that only they can answer."

Loz looked at me, nodding his head, mounting his motorcycle. As the two of us were about to leave, Kadaj's voice rang out. I looked over my shoulder. "Where are you two going?"

"Home. I need to decide what I'm taking, and Loz wants to talk to Graceona and Leonard."

Kadaj sighed, mounting his own motorcycle as he looked at me. "Maybe we both should talk to them. Leonard seemed like he wanted us to come back. I can't take out my hatred for Graceona on him. Do you think he will forgive me?"

I sighed, looking at him. "He will, he's Leonard. Can we go? I want to get done before they come back. I have more stuff than I told them, so I need to do some serious deciding in a short amount of time."

The three of us left the restaurant heading towards home. Once we arrived at the home, we parked our motorcycles going inside. I walked to my room, looking at my dresser, then at my bed, deciding to take those, and decided against my reading chair and large bookshelf. I got my suitcases from the closet, placed my favorite books into a clean stack, and added my laptop to the clear side, getting Graceona and Leonard each a copy of my book and laying them on the laptop. I looked at the black rug that went with the comforter set on my bed. It seemed rather difficult to visualize the room, since I had never seen it, or knew what color the walls were. I sighed.

GRACEONA

I looked at my phone as it notified me of another message for either Loz or Kadaj since the three of us have been messaging back and forth for several minutes. Leonard was in the changing room, completely unaware of the texts. Once he stepped outside in his new clothes, I looked at him, placing my phone screen down on the bench that I was sitting on. I walked over to him, fixing the collar of his jacket. I looked at him. "We have to go to the boy's house when you change back into your clothes. Kadaj and Loz have been sending me messages saying they wanted to talk to you."

"Talk to me? Why?" He looked at me, confused.

"They assume they left you on an unpleasant note at the restaurant. I've tried to tell them you were fine, but they want to hear it from you."

Leonard sighed. "Shopping was just getting fun."

"We'll be back shortly, maybe with my brothers. The two of them have said a lot. Yazoo must be busy. He's not texted one time."

"Yazoo, I doubt he carries his phone. I've never seen it on him. I saw him on it one time and that was eight years ago, and that was because he was talking to my father about coming into my care."

"Alright, go get changed. We've cleaned this store out, and this one was the one I wanted to hit."

Leonard walked into the changing room once again, shortly coming back out with a stack of clothes, placing them in the buggy, as the two of us went to cash out. After we paid for our clothes and a few little things for Kourt and the boys, we left the store.

Once I pulled into the driveway behind the three motorcycles, we walked into the house. Kadaj was sitting on the couch. As Loz stood in the kitchen by the microwave, the smell of hot pockets lingered in the room. We walked inside. "Hey, boys." Kadaj stood up as the two of them ran to Leonard, getting him into a hug. The look on his face showed that was the last thing he had expected. He, however, wrapped his arms around them. "I'm glad to see you two, too."

I walked past them, going to the living room. The home was in great shape. Instead of the couch, I had imagined them having a black leather sectional sat in the place of the former couch. A large television sat where our small one was. An oak, black coffee table stood with very few items on it, save for a piece of paper, with Yazoo's name in black bold letters.

"Graceona? You weren't supposed to be here for another thirty minutes. Did something come up?"

I turned around to see Yazoo. "Yeah, Kadaj and Loz wanted to talk to Leonard." I looked around the decorative living space. "You three want to leave here? After seeing it, I want to move back into it. You three have really taken care of this place. Not a speck of dust anywhere. The air in this room smells clean."

He looked at me. "Yeah, we always clean either before work, after, or on our days off." He looked at the piece of paper that had caught my attention, picking it up. "I've meant to get back to these people. I must have forgotten."

"What is it?"

He looked at me, "It's nothing." He placed the paper back on the table. "Since the two of you didn't eat before, I'll cook us some lunch. I smell hot pockets, so I'm not the only one who is hungry. While I cook, maybe Kadaj and Loz can give you a tour of the house."

I looked at him as he walked from the living room into the small kitchen. I looked around at the home, proud of the three of them walking into the kitchen. Leonard, Kadaj, and Loz sat at the table, with smiles on their faces. This brought a smile to my face. I had not seen Leonard this happy in a month. I could almost see the childlike young man I thought I had lost beaming in him