Living Single
A/N- Okay this is kind of my own interpretation of the show. A few things will change but not so much that the personalities of the characters are different from the show. But, more so the situations they find themselves in. I will still make references to things that have happened in the show but overall everything else will come from my imagination. BTW, the story mostly focuses on Kyle and Max. Enjoy and Leave a comment.
Khadijah was in the living room at her desk as she read over some articles for her magazine Flavor. She had a good amount of work to complete; at least she had the apartment to herself for once. Her roommates were out and about in Brooklyn. Sinclair, her cousin, was on a date with Overton as they recently hooked up. Regine was also on a date with some wealthy older doctor, best of luck to her. The two of them weren't coming back for a while, which was fine by her.
Everything was so peaceful and quiet until a familiar pest barged into the apartment and slammed the door behind them.
"Hey Khadijah!" A screechy voice greeted.
She just sighed and turned to the intruder, who was none other than Maxine Shaw.
"How did you even get in here? I could have sworn the door was locked."
"It wasn't actually. So, I let myself in." Max strolled over to the sofa and plopped down.
It annoyed Khadijah to no end when her friends randomly showed up to her place without prior notice. But, it bother her greatly how her roommates, particularly Sinclair, seemed to forget to lock up before they left.
She got up from her desk and secured the door.
"So, what brings you here Max?" She went over and sat next to her friend.
"You really think I came here for something?" Max asked. "I just wanted to keep you company."
Khadijah laughed.
"Please, Max. The only thing you want is to raid the fridge."
"Well, that too." She giggled as she got up and raced into the kitchen.
"You better not touch my damn cupcakes!" Khadijah warned.
Ten minutes later, Max came back with a large bag of Doritos, a bag of M&M's, two chocolate pudding cups, and a liter of Hawaiian Punch.
Khadijah shook her head.
"As often as you come over here and eat our food, you might as well move back in and pay rent."
Max simply gave her the side-eye.
"Uhh, never again."
She continued stuffing her face with Doritos.
Her friend just smiled.
"Aww, come on Max. I know you came here for something other than food. Spill it." Khadijah implored.
Max sighed. Better to spit it out now since the other roommates aren't around.
"Ok, fine, I'll talk. You see… it's actually…about Kyle." She barely spoke above whisper.
Khadijah cocked her eye at her stubborn friend.
"What about Kyle?"
"That pompous duck pisses me off so much."
Khadijah looked at her unfazed.
"When does he not piss you off?" She thought. "What did he do this time?" she asked aloud.
Max unsealed the pudding cup and said.
"Nothing, the mere fact that he exists pisses me off."
Khadijah rolled her eyes so hard she thought they'd be stuck looking up. The lawyer was really getting on her nerves right now.
"Max, what is with you and Kyle? Can't the two of y'all just get along?"
The Maverick looked at her friend as if she lost her damn mind.
"Hell will have to freeze over before I ever get along with Kyle Barker." She snapped.
"Don't y'all get tired of the insults and arguments though?"
Max finished her first pudding cup, working on the next and reflected for a moment's time.
"No, that's the only way I can even interact with that ugly child. And even then that's a lot of work."
Khadijah shook her head. Max and Kyle were always at each others' throats, sniping, creating petty arguments, and competing with each other. At times, Max would be the instigator but both of them always had to have the last word towards the other. Khadijah, as well as the others, felt that something deeper was going on between the two. If Max and Kyle would put aside their harsh words and big egos, maybe they could actually be nice and hook up. She erased it out of her mind maybe that was just wishful thinking on her part.
"Max, you and Kyle be buggin'. Did it ever occur to you that you two probably have a lot in common?"
The lawyer was now shoving a mouthful of M&M's.
"Khadijah, are you high or something? I have nothing in common with that stuck up buffoon."
Khadijah just laughed.
"Denial, Denial." She mused and decided to end the conversation.
"Whatever both of you are weird."
Max scoffed and kept eating as if the food would run away from her.
About an hour later, Max left Khadijah's place and was about to head out of the brownstone until a certain someone entered the building and nearly knocked her down as the person bumped into her.
It was the one and only Kyle Barker, her sworn enemy. She was very much irritated by his sudden presence.
"Uggh, excuse you loser." She lashed out as she shoved him off of her.
Kyle cleared his throat and maintained his composure.
"Maxine what a pleasant surprise running into you." He mumbled sarcastically.
Maxine shot him a dirty glare.
"Oh shut the hell up and watch where you're going next time."
"Hopefully I won't make that mistake of bumping into an unstable, man-hating woman such as you again." He retaliated.
"Oh, I don't hate men, I just hate you."
Kyle pretended to be offended.
"Oh Maxine, that hurts my soul."
Max laughed at the man she detested.
"Please don't lie to yourself Kyle you never had a soul to begin with. Bye, you overdressed jackass. "
And with that she stormed out the door and slammed it behind her.
The stockbroker's mood was soured now. Even though their cruel verbal exchanges were a daily routine, Kyle didn't like dealing with Max half the time. Occasionally, he found her amusing and usually wasn't fazed by her snide remarks. Still, that didn't mean he wanted to get into useless arguments with the lawyer. Sometimes he wouldn't even acknowledge her but she always found a way to get him sucked into her shenanigans.
Only thing Kyle could do was shake his head.
"That woman will be the death of me one day." He grunted as he marched up the stairs.