Page 13 of Standing In The Sun
“Watch out, little…I ain’t depressed,” Lunar laughed, his eyes low and the munchies sneaking up on him fast.
Monday cocked his head to the side. “My big brother would’ve had all the hoes in here but I guess you sad about Apple.”
“It wasn’t even like that.”
“That’s not what the internet is saying. They saying you real heartbroken, and rightfully so, from the way you was out here recycling girls before her.” Monday swiped his phone, egging the comments on.
Lunar sat up, yanking his phone off the table. He wasn’t one that was ever too pressed over what the blogs had to say but with nothing else to do, he thought he’d engage for the fun of it. Ashing his blunt, he went live on his IG page.
With his hand on his chest, Lunar smiled bashfully as hundreds of people flooded his live. “Damn, y’all been on here talking big shit ‘bout me. I thought it was all love.”
Monday smirked when he joined the live after turning his volume all the way down. The women in his brother’s thread were beyond thirsty and clearly changing all that big shit they were talking about Lunar.
“Nah,” Lunar drawled, shaking his head side to side. “Y’all been showing out…don’t switch it up now, baby.”
He was smooth.
Lunar had a way of moving that made people stop and take notice. He was smooth without trying, effortlessly charming in a way that felt both intentional and second nature. Women fell for him easily, drawn in by that rich brown skin and those deep dimples that crept into his cheeks every time he spoke. They crumbled at the low rasp of his voice that always seemed to carry just the right amount of confidence, oozing the perfect amount of sex appeal.
But it wasn’t just his looks. It was the way he carried himself—like he knew he belonged in every room he walked into. Like the world itself bent to make space for him. He moved with a quiet assurance, head high, and shoulders relaxed…never in a rush but always in control.
That presence, that air about him, was what set him apart. It was something unspoken yet undeniable, the kind of energy that made people lean in…made them want to know more.
Hearts filled the screen of his phone from the girls loving everything about him. They were declaring their love for him and shunning anyone that had anything negative to say in the comments.
It all made Lunar smile.
Still, beneath all of that, there was a weight he carried - something that lingered in the spaces between his smirks and sharp remarks. A battle most couldn’t see, tucked neatly behind his smooth exterior. He was good at playing the part. So good, in fact, that sometimes he almost convinced himself…almost.
Monday saw through it all but never called him out on it because he loved his big brother.
“Tell me something good?” Lunar spoke on ig live to his fans. “Check my DMs? What you trying to do?” he smirked, reading through comments.
Monday chuckled, reading how thirsty girls were. He liked a more lowkey type of female so, he wouldn’t dare take any of the girls on his brother’s live video serious—even when some asked about him. He only shook his head when Lunar looked over at him and panned his phone that way to give the girls a sneak peek of Monday.
Lunar stayed on live for about forty minutes before ending it with a satisfied look on his face. “That was cool,” he said, standing to grab a snack from the kitchen. Tiny had the house stocked for him once she sent him to Jade City to chill out.
“Them hoes thirsty,” Monday laughed, rolling his hand over his braids.
“Why they gotta be all that?” Lunar called out from the kitchen. “You want something?”
“Nah but I know how to get whatever myself…this my house too.”
Lunar turned to look at him in the living room. “Nigga, I know…I’m just asking since I’m already in here.”
Nothing else was said. All that could be heard was the sound of Lunar moving throughout the kitchen. Once he had a few things to snack on, he made his way back to the couch with his phone lighting up to catch his attention. It was a DM which reminded him to be nosey and go through his requests since those came from people he didn’t know or follow.
With a sly grin on his face, Lunar clicked on a few messages—all of them saying the same thing. They wanted to be chosen. Just for the fun of it, he clicked on a few profiles and had to admit there were some fine girls vying for his attention and some that didn’t really meet his eyes physically.
Lunar clicked on another message, his head tilting slightly to the side, eyes narrowing as he read.
Ahvi:Hey, I don’t know if you’ll see this, but I found something I think might belong to you. Let me know if you wanna talk.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “These girls getting creative,” he muttered, shaking his head.
Half-watching from his spot on the couch, Monday perked up. “Let me see what she looks like.” He leaned in, waiting as Lunar pulled up her profile.
There wasn’t much. Just a few shots of food that looked good as hell, a couple of selfies, and… Lunar paused, his brows pulling together because most of her photos featured a baby boy.
