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"I can't get niggas in ah wheelchair" I frowned, recording myself.
"Can't get niggas if yu dead either" Quinton leaned ova ta get in ma video.
I mugged him, saving the video anyways. Ever since I got out the hospital, he makes sure ta get meh out the house. Even though it's ah lot of work ta get meh washed up, dressed, and then in the car.
"Whea we going? Yu been driving fa ah minute" I frowned, looking around.
"Stop asking questions fa I call yo mama and say yu skipping school" he stuck his tongue out at meh.
I'll go back ta school when I'm able ta walk. Which gon beh bout two months.
"Did we jus enter South Carolina?" I looked at the sign as we passed it.
"Can yu shut up? Damn, jus ride girl" he bucked at meh, turning up some music.
"Yu fuccin rude" I turned the music down.
"I HAD AH THOT, SHE BEH WITH THE SHIT, SHE TOLD MEH WHERE HE BEH" he yelled, turning up the music.
"Quinton, if yu don't turn this shit down" I gave him ah stank face.
He put up his hand , still rapping.
If I could hit him, I would. I just got ma arm taken out the cast and sling so I'm still hurting. Watch when this pain go away, niggas getting beat up.
"Whea we going? Tell meh please?" I rubbed his arm.
"I want yu ta see whea I come from" he looked at meh quickly.
"What that mean?" I scrunched up ma face.
"It mean welcome ta the Carolinas, love"
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"What's this called?" I asked, eating some seasoned fries.
"This bojangles, only in the Carolinas baby" he cheesed, stuffing his mouth.
"You jus love yo state, huh?" I shook ma head.
"Only place like it. Ian been hea since I was little" he looked around.
We was eating in the bojangles parking lot.
"Why'd yu leave?" I asked him.
We never really talked about his life. Mainly because I've been in ah coma most of our "relationship."
