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" Aw look at yo high ass, can't even breathe." Poppa chuckled as he held the oxygen mask over my face with a look of amusement.
I made it home around 5 in the morning still high as hell and immediately knocked out on the couch along with Ty and Alex but we woke up all over the place.
For some reason I felt like I couldn't breathe at all and got a migraine, Ty felt dizzy, and Alex was sore from us using him as a punching bag last night cause he wouldn't stop acting like a bitch even after he was smoking.
Fortunately for me, my mom gave me an oxygen mask and other medical supplies just in case so as soon as I remembered I had it; I turned that shit on but I still felt like complete shit.
" Babe that's not funnyyy." I whined, I was feeling a little better tho...
" It's kinda funny, Mama." He chuckled before bending down to kiss me, " I gotta tell you sumn'." He mumbled making me sigh.
𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡' 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡
" What is it?." I asked him while sitting up and leaning back on my bed frame.
" My mom wants to meet you." He said but I just looked at him cause I already knew that, " Tomorrow." He hesitantly blurted out.
𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑑𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦?
" You playing wit' me right now, gots to be." I eyed him but his guilty facial expression made me almost gasp cause there's no freaking way this boy is just now telling me this.
" She told me to bring you home for Christmas Eve I just kinda forgot all about it and-" I tuned him out as I got off the bed and went inside my closet to look for something to wear, my breathing and migraine were all forgotten.
