"BOOTS SHUT THE FUCK UPPPP. IT'S 9 IN THE MORNING."
"how you feelin' big brother?"
"i was having a nice dream until yo skinny ass interrupted."
"man whatever."
"i'm just playin. thanks, but get yo ass off me."
i hopped down off his bed.
"so what you wearin' today?"
"that's for me to know and for you to find out. i hope yo ass dress up though, wouldn't want you out looking like a bum while i'm lookin' like money," he shrugs cockily.
"nigga, it's your birthday. i don't wanna outshine you."
i paused for a second.
"wait i'm going out with you????"
"course. what else yo' boring ass gone do while i'm gone?"
i smiled.
"wellllll i made you a cake."
"you know i don't eat cake."
"but you haven't seen the cake-"
"but i don't eat cake. thank you. i appreciate it. but you know damn well i ain't gone eat that shit."
"i ain't tryna hear all that shit you talkin' bout. MAAAAA, HE'S UP. BRING THE CAKE."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
