𝘕𝘌𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘉𝘖𝘙𝘚

𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎.

y'all ain't believe me did y'all? LMAOOOOO

"I THINK THAT RED SHIT kinda growing on me." pooh stroked my hair as i laid on his chest.

"aw, i knew it would. you just don't got no taste, that's all."

he kissed his teeth. "you tryna smoke?"

"i'm always tryna smoke boy."

he passed me weed and a backwood so i rolled one while he was rolling one.

"can we put some music on?"

"if you want."

i grabbed my phone and played my brent playlist 'cause that's my baby. if i could cheat on pooh with him i totally would.

"this that brent fayez nigga? he hard, i fuck with him."

"faiyaz. and yes, i love him."

"more than me?"

"i don't even love you."

he pushed me off of him and onto the floor.

"ouch!"

"bet you won't talk shit again."

i wasn't talking shit though. i don't love him. at least not yet. i'm not finna love a nigga just because my mama said i do.

"i think you broke my spine."

"nah that's from yesterday."

"you steady playing and i'm deadass, you made me fall straight on my back."

"come on, i'll help you up."

he grabs my hand and pulls me up, so now i'm laying on top of him.

i laid on top of him as we sparked our blunts, blowing smoke in each other's faces.

"boots can i tell you something?"

"anything."

"you gotta promise to not get mad okay?"

when somebody says that, they're bound to say some shit that upsets me, so i braced myself.

"aight, go head."

"gimmie yo hands."

"pooh i am not finna hit you! just tell me," i chuckled.