" Benjamin, touch my stomach one mo damn time, and Imma cut yo fingers off!" Courtney mugged me, as she continued to eat her peanut butter and hot fries.
Weird ass combo, nasty too, but I guess its good to her.
" Mmcht, they my kids, so lemm-never mind." I cut myself off, seeing the look she was giving me.
Now Ian scared of Courtney, but the things she has done, did or said, kinda put a little, just a little fear into my heart.
" Thats what the fuck I thought, but can you pleaseee go make me a sandwich?"
" Why you like my sandwiches so much?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
" Knee-gah, have you NOT tasted yo sandwiches? Them bitches elite my knee-gah." She said and I laughed at the way she said nigga.
" Ight I'a make you one." I told ger standing up, as Kentrell walked into the front room with some of her clothes on and a wig, and he had a ball underneath the shirt.
" Why do act like that?" She mugged him.
" Like what?"
" You don't see how you act, w-why people don't wanna be around you?"
" No." He shook his head, and she squinted her eyes.
" You got one damn minute to go take my shit off, and if its stretched out, Im on ya ass Desean!"
" Mmcht Ben be in yo clothes too." He snitched, I mugged him.
" I don't, so don't een be lyin on me like that."
" Now why lyin nigggaaaa?" He cocked his head to the side.
" Why you snitchin then?"
" Cause fuck I look like finna get my ass beat by myself?"
" Like you gettin yo ass beat by yoself, fuck else you gon look like?" I titled my head, he was about to speak but didn't.
" you got me there." He mumbled, and I smirked.
" Its quiet aint no back talk." I teased before walking into the kitchen, seeing Courtney putting cheese on a piece of bread.
" When you come in here?" I caught her attention.
" When you wasn't amking my sandwich." Her voice cracked and I groaned.
" You really finna cry over some food mane, its just food."
