Trenton Vandell •
I rolled over in bed and stretched my arm out. When I noticed Delilah wasn't right next to me, I instantly got up. I walked out the room into the kitchen, spotting her washing the dishes.
"Goodmorning mama." She sighed deeply leaning on the counter.
"Goodmorning Trent." I frowned.
"Why the hell you said it like that?" I said walking towards her.
"Trent don't start, It's to early in the morning for this shit." I nodded, putting my hand on my chest. Seeing she had the nerve to talk to me like that. I walked up behind her and pushed up on her, easing my hands onto her shoulders. I then wrapped my hands around her neck and began to choke this bitch. She dropped the dish she was washing and began to gasp out. I slung her across the kitchen.
"Now pick this shit up! Talking to me like you got no sense, I don't give a fuck what time a day it is." She rubbed her neck and sniffled before going over and began picking up the pieces of the dish. I went and sat down in the chair, sitting back looking at her. Admiring that booty of hers. I ain't hit that in awhile, if you feel me. I ain't gone do that to her today aha.
"I'm bout to leave, let's go." I said while getting up out the chair heading into the room. I pulled out some True Religion jeans with my black wife beater and my black and red Jordan 13's. I slipped all that on and grabbed my gold chain and put it on. Delilah came in the room and instantly got dressed. She had put on a black shirt, camo hat and ripped jeans with her black timbs. When she got fully dressed I licked my lips.
"Come here." I said while patting my lap. She hesitated for a minute before coming towards me. I pulled her onto my lap and turned her around.
"You look good." She slightly smiled. I grabbed her ass and squeezed it kissed her on her lips. She pushed me and frowned.
"Don't even start with me." She said getting up out of my lap. I lifted up my eyebrow and got up. I slapped her smooth across her face, catching a complete attitude.
"I'm getting tired of yo slick ass mouth Delilah. Let's fucking go before I get angry." I took her hand and we headed out the house.
Shawn Anthony •
I know y'all don't hear from me as much, so let me tell you about myself. I'm 22 years young. Born in NO, I do a little of singing ya' know. Got to many girls trying to talk ta' me, ya' feel me? Can't even keep count, speaking of these girls; here come one now.
"Shawn!" I sighed and turned around, currently I was with my boy Jayce walking around you know.
"Ayee, wazzam?"
"Don't wazzam me." She said trying to do my accent.
"Man whats up umm..." Shit, I done forgot this broad name. She crossed her arms, squinting her eyes.
"Katey?"
"No! It's Allyson." She said while hitting me with her purse. I could hear Jayce in the back snickering. I turned around and glared at him and he started clearing his throat.
"Aye girl, better chill out in public." She mugged me and shot the bird at me before walking away.
"These broads crazy man."
"Tell me about it." I said rubbing my hand down the side of my face.
"Aye." Jayce said while tapping my shoulder. I turned around, he pointed at this nigga across the street.
"Ain't that that nigga Trenton?" My eyes widened.
"That's that nigga alright." I hit him in the chest. "Let's go." We ran across the street into the building. We stepped in the building and looked inside all around. I scrunched my face up in confusion, why the hell he in here? It's empty as fuck.
