Please excuse ANY errors.
October 21, 1998
~Dalvin's P.O.V~
"Man, where yo oatmeal creampie face ass at? How you gon' tell me to come up here when you not even here?" De said into the phone.
"Nigga, I'm in the fuckin' back," I said walking to the front of the place.
"Dalvin quit lyin'. You ain't at this gotdamn place." De said frowning.
How did I know that he's frowning? Because I can spot his tetherball pole body built ass anywhere and his eyebrows look more pointy than usual.
"A'ight, DAMN. You right, I'm not there. I'm actually at yo house raiding yo closet." I told him.
"You what!? Fuck you doin' raidin' MY fuckin' closet like a fuckin' raccoon? You better clean all that shit up too! You must wanna get yo ass beat." I saw him stop as he spoke.
"You ain't gon' beat shit!" I told him laughing. "You know, I always wanted to be like my big brother. I always looked up to you, so I'm lookin' for some barrettes to wear for an inspired look. All thanks to you." I said laughing then patted his shoulder.
"Man!" De turned around quickly because he doesn't really like people doing that shit. "Dalvin, stop playin' with me, damn!"
"I'm just fuckin' with you," I said laughing all hunched over. "I said I was fuckin' here. Yo ass just standin' here lookin' dumb and lost as fuck."
"I ain't seen you until now."
"Wassup negro." I shook him up.
"Wassup." He responded to me then we began to walk.
We were stopped. "Oh, shit! DeVanté and Mr. Dalvin. I love y'all music and shit. Still be bumpin' it with my girl. How y'all doin'?" A dude with his crew of three came up to us, they look older. Probably in their forty's. I'm happy that we have that influence on older people.
"Everything good, man." De nodded his head coolly.
"We good, man. We appreciate the support. How y'all doin'?" I asked them.
"We good." Another dude answered.
"Aye, what y'all niggas doin' up in here?" Unc came up to us.
"Mindin' my business is what." De chuckled.
"A'ight, bet not be tryna do some slick shit behind my niece's back. I know that for sure." Unc said exhaling his cigarette smoke from his nose.
De kissed his teeth. "Man, ain't nobody doin' that. I'm tryna spend time with my brother."
"You bet not be," Unc warned.
"If I was you, I wouldn't be talkin' to my boss like this..." De trailed off, pointing to unc.
"Aye, nigga. Don't be threatenin' me now." Unc told him, laughing and De joined in.
"I'm just fuckin' with you." De dapped him up.
"A'ight, but DAMN! Y'all niggas dressed early for Halloween and shit. Y'all both lookin' like somethin' out of Thriller!" Unc said laughing.
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