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8/12/21 2:20 pm.
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i sat my tooth brush down as i went back to my room and saw noelle still sleep.

she pretty 'eh hell when she sleep

i walked up on her and moved her hair out the way, kissing her neck twice.

i adjusted myself as i walked to the living room. "fuck?" i mumbled, as i heard heavy breathing.

i went back to my room, grabbing my 9 off the dresser as i went back to the living room.

"damn these niggas still not up?" i heard from the living room, followed by a crunch like someone was eating.

i turned to the living room to see fats laying down wit his feet kicked up, in a blue robe eating some cheeze-its.

i just mugged him as i tucked my gun in my pants.

"wowww you was boutta shoot a young nigga?" he gasped holding a hand over his heart.

"shit prolly not even loaded." he mumbled.

i mugged him, pressing the magazine release, which made all the rounds in the gun drop out.

"damnn 7.62s? you know them bitches big as hell." fats semi-yelled, looking hurt.

"knock a nigga lungs 'aht." i mumbled, referring back to one of the niggas i used em on.

"i remember that shit, damn. rest in pieces jaychi." fats laughed to himself.

"fuck jaychi" i told him.

"how da fuck you get in here bruh?" i said putting my face in my hand, tiredly.

"you know we break in niggas houses for fun." he shrugged in response.

"ight bruh, you know it's all love but get da fuck out. n don't do dis shit no more bruh." i mumbled walking up to him.

"ian even 'hea for you nigga, where gango?" fats asked me.

i mushed his head harder than usual in response. "she not 'yo gang, sheon even fuck witchu for real."

i pushed his feet off the couch and sat beside him as he spoke up.

"fuck up. where she at?" he said getting up.