𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

𝟬𝟯𝟯.

𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭
📍STL – MO📍

"Damn, you ain't eat shit all day and it's going on what..? 8 at night." Trey swiped his phone down, looking at the time.

"Nope." The girl answered, also popping the "p."

"You gone get me sum to eat?" She asked, with a smile.

"Fuck no." Trey busted out laughing. "Better go in the kitchen and find you sum, shawt."

"Wowww, I thought you was messing with me." She said, in more of a questioning tone.

"You straight." Trey moved his arm behind his head and paused his camera.

"You literally just said I was a vibe like a week ago, Trey.." She furrowed her eyebrows and scrunched her face up.

"I said you know the vibes.." Trey said, "You know damn well ian never said no shit like that."

"Okay." She nodded her head, slowly, as Sam walked through Trey's room door, with a WingStop bag in her hand.

"Fasho."

"I'll talk to you later." The girl said and hung up, before giving Trey a chance to reply back.

He chuckled as he adjusted his position on his queen-sized bed and locked his phone back up. He had been out of the hospital for around 3–4 weeks at this point, and while he was feeling better, he was still not fully recovered.

Sam was eating on some of the hot wings she had ordered from Wing Stop through DoorDash while sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Why you all the way down there?" Trey questioned.

"Because I want to be." Sam responded back. "Is that a problem?"

"Yea, c'mere." They leaned against his headboard after Trey reached down and pulled her into his arms, putting her between his legs with her back on his chest.

"You not even supposed to be doing allat." Sam stared directly at him, when she saw how easily he picked her up.

"And you ain't supposed to be fuckin' on me but you still do it." He brought her closer to his bare chest.

"Boy, anywaysss." Sam playfully rolled her eyes, "Who was ole girl you was just on the phone with?"

"Somebody I met when I was at Footlocker the other day." Trey shrugged.

"Mm." Sam hummed.

"Mm, what?"

"Whole time she probably yo girl." Sam leaned up from his chest and gave him a side-eye.

"Whole time she ain't." Trey said, while bringing Sam back towards him. "You know imma tell you straight up, so don't even be doing that, shawt."

Which was accurate. Trey has never been the one to hold his tongue; he would tell you straight up, because he didn't like it when other people did it to him. He felt there was really no need to actually lie.

"So call her back and tell her you hope she die and put that on yo momma."  Sam looked back at him and he busted out laughing.