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"I'm really curious. You like Wingstop more or Raising Canes?" I eyed him.
"That's hard" He chuckled.
"I thought you would've said Wingstop" I raised my eyebrows.
"Imma have to go wit Wingstop cuz they lemon peppers wings slap" He licked his lips.
"Mhmm" I sipped on my drink from In & Out.
Right now me & Rico were having a car picnic. Ever since that night they had those girls over he's been nicer to me. He's even told me more about himself. Maybe we needed to have sex more often.
"A home cooked meal better then fast food anyday" I shrugged.
"Nah ion believe dat" He shook his head.
"Let me cook for you & it'll change your mind" I nudged him.
"You can't cook" He chuckled.
"How you know and you never ate what I cooked" I stale faced him.
"Who taught you how to cook?" He kissed his teeth.
"My aunt. My ma was too busy hurting herself to cook so I got my aunt to teach me" I shrugged.
"Speaking of yo mom, you seen her lately?" He asked.
"Nope and ion plan on it. She must be going good on her own since I haven't heard from Erika" I shrugged.
"Yo sister a hoe" He scrunched his face up.
"How?" I looked at him.
"She tried to fuck me when she was over here wit yo mom" He spoke.
"When was they over here?" I frowned.
"It was a brick ago" He waved me off.
"Imma be honest witchu I ain't think you was gon last this long living without her" He told me.
"You don't believe in me?" I pouted.
"I ain't at first. Thought yo lil ass was gon turn back" He chuckled.
"That's why I proved you wrong" I rolled my eyes.
"You did" He licked his lips looking at me.
"Cmere" I told him.
"You cmere. Don't be telling me what to do" He pulled me on his lap.
