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...
Just sitting here bored waiting for them to get done with them vocals and shit. "Is yall dooone?" I asked, lifting my feet in the air looking at the ceiling. This couch comfortable as fuck though, Ian complaining. Check it, how this sound?" Corey asked, turning up the volume. I pulled my phone out going to my messages.
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I slowly turned my head looking at Bashar who smacked DeonTre side the head looking back at the computer.
"...bashar" I said lowly, he looked up at me then smacked DeonTre side the head heading over towards me.
"What". I raised my arm up slapping him. He looked up at me, then raised an eyebrow. I pulled my phone out over my mouth and nose showing him the messages. "Tell ha to get over that shit I did last year" he demanded, I slowly stuck the bird at him only for him to bite my finger like excuse you.
"Ow" I whined, covering my mouth and nose with my hooded. He kissed my forehead only to hop up quick holding his ass.
"Bro?! The fuck wrong with you?!". Corey was in the background laughing almost falling out his chair.
"Stop kissing my girlfriend lil nigger" DeonTre demanded, tossing the pen on the table.
"Stop with that gay shit! Dead ass bro -
"Stop with that gay shit - dead ass bro - shut yo bitch ass up". Pop rolled his eyes heading back over to the computer smacking DeonTre side the head.
Been on my mind heavy and I'm just wondering if I should do it...just want to make sure he's ok.
"And there we go, upload it?" Corey asked. "I say this now children...if you go viral or get noticed I'll run both of y'all bitch asses over then make y'all fake ya death and take care of ya in a motherfocking dungeon -
Bashar hit him side the head looking at the computer. "Upload that shit"
DeonTre smacked his lips putting his phone in his pocket. "You niggas really testing life - ight upload that shit - I swear to whatever God y'all pray to ima do some tragic to ya -
"Mhm - we'll see bout that. Preciate it Corey for real"
"No problem". I got up holding my arms out getting picked up by DeonTre as we headed out. A car pulled up getting our attention, it was just Pimp quiet ass.
"Come on...wassup monique"
"Whatitdo G"
"Wassup woo"
"What's down nigga" Pop responded, heading to his car. "Where yo ride at?" DeonTre asked, putting me down. A car pulled up, there he go.
"Who that is?"
"Joshua"
"Oh - aye bitch!". He rolled down the window sticking his head out.
"What hoe?!"
"Make sure you get her home safe ya heard?!"
"Ight!". I gave him a hug heading to the car only to get yanked by Bashar.
"Ona boss - you wasn't gone give me no hug -
"She would of gave yo forty year old voice having ah one if she wanted to" DeonTre said, getting in the car. I chuckled giving him a hug heading towards the car.
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