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𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

"I should whoop yo lil ass." Omar spoke opening his front door for me.

"Why? I ain't even do nun." I shook my head walking into his house. Black parents just be tryna hit on you for no reason.

But he know I'll beat his old ass up.

"Don't play with me Jaylen."

"But I'm not playin, I'm dead serious." I looked back at him before walking into the kitchen.

The smell of food hit my nose, I smiled seeing multiple pots and pans on the stove.

𝐈𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩.

"What you cooked?" I asked Omar as I washed my hands in the sink.

"Some neck bones, candy yams, cabbage, chicken, rice with gravy, cornbread, and some macaroni and cheese."

"Who you cooked all that for?" I asked getting a plate from out of the cabinet. This nigga don't got no family for him ta be throwing down in the kitchen like this.

"Me, who the hell else? Aint no damn body come from outta my ball sacks for me to be cooking foe."

𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭.

"Oh so yo big fat a- fat behind was just gon eat all this by yo self." I spat correcting myself.

"Mhm, you knew to correct yo lil bony ass before I popped you in yo mouf." He side eyed me as he took a carton of cranberry juice from out of his refrigerator.

"OUU lemme get some." I asked ignoring his previous comment, that cranberry juice smack on God.

"Naw, this just for my big fat ass" He smiled grabbing a plastic cup to pour his juice in.

"Mcht, you know it's not good to hold grudges right?"

He ignored me and continued to pour his cup full, he was pouring a lot and it wasn't about to be any left for me.

"Stop you gon drink it all." I told him reaching out to grab the carton.

"Move damn it, this my juice." He mumbled sipping from his cup.

I smacked my teeth and sat down at the dining room table to eat. Stingy ass nigga.

I grabbed the hot sauce from the middle of the table and drenched my food in it.

If youn eat your food with hot sauce on it then something is wrong with you-Mainlyylaila14

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

"When the last time you had a home-cooked meal?" Omar asked.

"Uhhh, like a day or two ago when Ari cooked breakfast for me and my friends. Other than that, it's been a lil minute." I uttered biting into a piece of chicken.