Not Going To Fight It ( Tyga/Urban )

CHAPTER SIX

"Sometimes you gotta let go. Have some fun and be the person you once was or better yet the person that you are deep inside. Enjoy life and be glad you're not underground."

La'Kiyah POV::

Meek and I was sitting in my room doing nothing really. There honestly wasn't anything to do. We didn't have to work nor did we have school considering it was after hours-school hours that is. I was watching reruns of Empire while Meek was busy texting . She think she slick, but I know she texting Breezy yellow ass.

"I'm hungry. Are you hungry? Cause I am. Lets get some food, cause I am hungryyy. Come on."

"Shut the fuck up. Damn. Ol hungry ass. Go downstairs and getchu something eat. I know you see me trying to watch my show nii."

She rolled her eyes. "That's too much damn work. Let's go to McDonald's." I paused the tv knowing damn well she wasn't gone let me finish watching it.

"How is going downstairs fining something to eat more work than driving all the way to McDonald's?"

"Becaaaaaause at McDonald's we won't have to cook. They'll do all the cooking for us."

"Okay, but if they get my damn order wrong I'm getting ghetto." McDonald's always wanna fuck somebody meal up. I swear I can't stand that shit. That's why they ass always getting cussed tf out. Even tho they be fucking people meals up Everybody still comeback to they ass. But that's because Ronald red headed ass got this for fucking days my Nigga.

I busted out laughing, hell nawl.

"Whatchu laughing fa?" Meek asked. I immediately stop laughing and shook my head.

I put my Nike slides on and grabbed my keys getting ready to gain

"Wait you're going dressed like that?" She asked looking at me like I was crazy or some shit. I gave her the same look.

"We just going to McDonald's Meek." I said shrugging.

"I know, but can you at least change. Please."

"Tf? No."

"Please." She begged.

"Ugh, fine. Dang." I took off my grey sweats that had a couple of bleach stains in em and my sweatshirt that I put on after my shower this morning.

"That's more like it." She stated after I changed.

I said nothing walking out they room well trying to.

"Wait you're going with your hair like that?"

"Oh my fucking gosh Meek. What's wring with my hair?" She told me to like in the mirror. I cringed, she was right. I went to the bathroom grabbing a brush and brushed it into a high ponytail wrapping a red bandana around it.

"That's muuuch better."

"Agreed."

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We pulled up the McDonald's to see that the shit was packed, so we decided to go inside. When we went inside it was just as packed as the line outide.

"Um , how about I go get us a booth and you can order. I'll just uh text you what I want." She said then rushed off toward the back of the restaurant. By the time I got up to the register, I had what Meek wanted memorized.

"Welcome to McDonald's may I take your order?"

"Yeah, can i get a five piece chicken strip meal. Small sprite for the drinking. A medium vanilla milkshake. A big mac, sandwich only. A frozen strawberry frozen lemonade. Two chocolate chip cookies, and two sweet potato pies. And that's it."