After many loss, deaths, and struggles. The three friends finally have the opportunity to leave their old life behind. Though, it still somehow tends to creep upon them bringing more misery and life threatening situations towards their way. (PROCESS...
Pop was working on the computer while me and Monique was sitting down. I took a puff of my black mild then blew the smoke in her face only to get smacked.
I pouted rubbing my cheek making my lip shiver like a fish. "Aw I'm sorry baby come here" she said, grabbing my face putting it on her chest then started patting my back.
A grin appeared on my face as I slowly looked at Pop, he was looking at me rolling his eyes looking at the computer.
"You smell like fish -
I got popped side the head so damn fast bruh Ian even see shawty hand go up. "What you wanna call yo wet pussy bull shit?" Pop asked, while she was choking me.
"I don't know" she responded. "Gimmie a few days"
"We dropping all ours together tomorrow"
"Ight I gotcha"
"You be saying that, but be adding days"
"I'm for real this time". She yanked my hair then pushed me back.
"DeonTre what you wanna call yours?" Pop asked, moving the computer mouse around.
"Stanky booty deep voiced ass hoe -
Monique smacked my ass, I shivered my lip squinting my eyes. "Call it...Call it traumatized" I whined, holding my head.
"Say though Ima hit y'all up later" he said, looking down at his phone. "Who that is? Chinx?" Monique asked, mugging my head away from her. He stayed quiet with his full attention on his phone.
"Bet she sent him some soapy pictures" I whispered, leaning over to her ear.
"On ma" she whispered back, looking at her nails.
"Yeah ima holla at y'all later"
"Mhm - that's cap but ok"
"Yeah". He left as I got up looking at the computer.
"When you gone have this ready Danny?" I asked, standing up straight stretching. "By tomorrow, i'll hit y'all up then"
"Bet that up nigga, preciate it"
"No problem homie". Monique got up with her purse looking down at her phone as we headed out.
"Say though, now that he got the picture lemme be your soul mate" I said, opening the door for her while looking at that ass.
"You straight, gone back to whatever hoe you was fucking"
"I wasn't fucking no hoes" I responded, a car pulled up in front of us a lil to smooth, but it was only Tyeisha. "Waddup Dawg!" she yelled, in a man voice. Ion know what the fuck she is to be honest...think she confused on her taste of gender.
"Wassham Ty, fuck you on?" I asked, leaning on the window.
"None, bored. Fuck you finna get into?"
"Ion even know...might hit the club or just go to the crib and get on mama nerve"
"Ight, tell ha I said hiii, now get off my whip for I run yo crusty toes over"
"Fuck yo carmex head ah" I laughed, standing up straight backing back. She drove off, I turned around seeing another car pull up behind me.
"Took ya long enough" I said, getting in to the car taking my hat off.
"How it go?" Pimp asked.
"It was ight"
"Don't sound like it"
"Ain't what I want, but it'll be straight"
"If it ain't whatcha want, why you doing it?"
"...ion know - don't wanna feel left out"
"Yeen gone feel left out on shit". I shrugged my shoulders looking out the window. "You confuse me sometimes"
"Everything confuses you"
"Took yo pills?"
"I will once I get home"
"Nawl, take them bitches in the morning"
"Bet". I pulled my phone out calling MY mama.
Pop fucking adopted, ion care what y'all fucking say, plus I'm the favorite child and them motherfuckers know it.
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