𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 ᵃ ᵖᵗ ᵗʷᵒ

•𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣•

•𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣•

sitting in the back of the car shit was mad awkward, dd had been all press and i had no clue where we was going, jstar in the drivers seat.

"you mind if i talk my shit?" dd mumbled to his older brother who just shook his head no, and that's when the music lowered.
"rihanna what was you doing bro?" dd asked staring at me through the rear view mirror.

"heading to the deli?"

"with some nigga? the nigga who is mad familiar to you and i keep catchin' you round."

"he's dead my friend, like we got a past but he mad chill, plus we was talkin' about you.."

"yea bullshit."

"how you gon' sit here and accuse me of nothing, you the one who wanna always be so disrespectful and be mad when a bitch don't wanna fuck wih you."

"oh word so youn wan' fuck wimme?"

"im not even finna argue wih you, we in front of yo bruva dd." i shook my head annoyed, i wanted to get me some wraps and he just wanna pick me up like some uber.
"jstar drop me off at this deli right quick." i tapped at the window and he did as i said, dd mugging him as i got out the car. dd following behind me. this is when i was getting mad.
"what's wrong wih you bro?" i sucked my teeth as the bell rang, entering the deli, heading to the cashier  right away, dd staying quiet.
"can i have five cotton candy papers and two strawberry kiwi papers." i asked as i pointed out the metallic teal and pink packaging, the cashier nodded as he rung my shit up, me swiping the card then grabbing the small black plastic bag. rushing my way out the deli finding my way back home, dd staying close behind checking his surroundings.
"you mad physco bro like hop off dick."

"stop talkin to me crazy fo i really deck you my heart."

"i don't even fuck wih you bro."

"too bad i told chu you not going no where my nigga." dd huffed as he pulled me back by my shirt, placing me in his arms as we continued to walk towards the crib, it in view now. i pushed him off, not wanting to be on him.

"dd fuck off me."

"you being mad weird ma."

"im tired of you, im tired of you hurtin' me, im tired of hurtin' cause of the nigga who's suppose to love me, dd leave me the fuck alone and enjoy the fame and them horny ass fans of yours, you got hunnets of people feenin' for you , and i ain' one of them." i was now yelling throwing a whole bitch fit, storming into the apartment complex then straight into the crib where ddot was still in my room, now on live playing 2k22.

"here my heart." i calmed myself down placing the wraps on his thigh, standing in the frame of the phone reading the comments.

comments:

ihearttddot: is that rihanna?
ddosamii: das dd's girl? oohhh shit they messin?
paigeparkerr: hii rihanna

i just smiled at the few comments i saw then walking back and going to bed, leaving the bag on the floor and going to lay down, genuinely tired mentally and physically. i placed my phone under my pillow but then the door open and i knew it was him. someone then got in bed, pulling me close, and the smell of his nautica blue cologne filled my nose, his hands massaged my scalp as i took a deep breath and slowly put surely fallin asleep in his arms.

time skip:

"THAT ZAAAAA." i heard dd yell and it woke me out of my sleep. i had seen macho laying out his set on the bed, i smiled at the immediate sight of the watermelon jolly rancher zaa.

"what's ya cashapp?" i questioned and he handed me his card of information and i pulled out my phone searching it up and sending him 104$ not caring how much it really was, and once it went through i snatched my shit. dd mugging me.

"i was dead about to get that."

"cry nigga." i opened the package sniffing it and my mouth immediately began to water. i just needed to get high.

"she mad dayroom bro." dd and ddot pointed at me smiling and i just squinted my eyes looking at them like they were dumb cause the fuck is so funny nigga? i just grabbed the bag and the zaa, going to the kitchen and starting to pull out my wraps, laying them down on the counter. the apartment wasn't the nicest but it was def good for some teens to be staying in. whatchu expect we in sugarhill. grabbing the zaa and sprinkling it over the wrap my nose filled with delight, the smell of sweetness and weed always did it for me. once i started rolling up dd came into the kitchen setting his phone up against the sugar jar going live, sliding his finger under his nose and he stared down at the comments, he had been holding up the pack.

"brand new zaaa." dd got all excited as he announced, my back turnt to the camera with some tight shorts on, that made the comments go crazy.
"yo why the fuck ya talkin' bout my girls ass?" dd mugged the camera and i just laughed, at least he knew ill get attention from anyone else even if it wasn't him.
"fuck is so funny ma." he walked over to me and grabbed my hips bring me over to the camera, him bending me over right in front of him, looking down at my ass and biting his lip.
"see me right nigga, im controllin' allat every single dayyyyy." and like that he ended the live, not letting me stand up, instead he pressed his body hard against mine, his bulge def bulging. he wanted to be a tease and i wasn't fuckin' wih it, i tried pushing him off but then his other hand started rubbing circles on my ass and thighs, leaving me nothing but vulnerable.