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"who riding with nami baby" ddot said with his arm draped around the 5'5 brown skin.
"ion know why this fool ask. he know damn well he wanna ride with namiko." keem said.
"gangsta, and stop calling my cuzzo baby" he snatched namiko from under darrien.
"aight dick, you playing wit me" ddot grabbed nami back by her waist. "this my heart, gangsta. tell 'em namiko"
"you aight i guess."
ddot stank faced her. "nah you mad dayroom."
nami tried to keep her act as he pulled away from her. she failed. "dottt" she dragged out. "i was joshing, you ma heart."
"yo what you said?" ddot paused, "huh, ian hear you?" he got all giddy hearing her pick up the lingo. "nah say word."
she liked seeing his reaction to her saying it. she just didn't wanna let him know, "i said...youmahearty"
"nah say it slow, stop playing wit me"
"you ma heart ddottt"
he latched onto notti and dd, "ya i'm finna have a heart attack. hold me brothers"
everybody laughed at his antics, keem was the first one to speak up, "the way he acting you would think she asked him to be ha boyfriend real shit."
"nah worda bro, notti he going soft" dd laughed.
darrien pushed himself off of his friends. "nah worda my muva ian soft, she picking up on a nigga lingo bro."
"dot you in my whip?" Nami was tired and they fly out tomorrow. "anybody else?"
they all shook their heads, they wanted to see how them two alone would play out. of course they didn't have no ill thoughts but they wanted to see if it would be awkward or not.
"okay," nami turned and opened the door to her infiniti. "dot can you get aux?"
SUGARHILL DDOT
i nodded my head at her noticing her tired features. "ma you wan' me to drive?"
"you know how?" i almost laughed in her face. i'm nigga, she just don't know.
"yes ugly i know how to drive."
she side eyed me skeptically, "lemme call notti."
he picked up on the third ring, "y'all tired of each other already?" before she could respond i snatched the phone "youre on my dick heavy."
"mmcht, bro can darrien drive."
"watch the gov, dick" she pushed my head a little and i caught her wrist mid swing and wrapped her arm around me.
"yeah my son valid. he got it, real shit."
dotty spoke up. "you ca' trust him my heart."
seemed like that's all she needed to hear because she unwrapped her arm from around me and handed me the small keychain.
i hit the first playlist that came up on the car play screen, typed in her addy, then hit go on the 3 hour drive.
"can you stand the rain," after awhile i looked over at her seeing her tap her fingers on the window. "storms will come for sure."
she looked so at peace. i zoned back into the road when i felt her wrap her arm around my right bicep that was propped up on the middle console as i drove with one hand. i could tell she was getting sleepy.
"you tired mami?" she nodded as she dropped her head on that shoulder. "catch a Z you got a minute." traffic started to back up and we eventually were brought to a stand still.
"i was gon' stay with you though gang." nami did that lil pout thing looking up at me when i put the car in park. we was fasho gon' be here for a minute. i ran my fingers over her bottom lip.
"you not making it ma."
she knew i was right, she put her head back down this time flat on the console. i lift my arm up and draped in between her neck and shoulder while she played with my fingers.
DD OSAMA
"i'm finna call em, chil!" dotty was being a pussy cause nami wasn't answerin' her phone.
notti tried facetimeing nami one more time while i called ddot. ddot answered the phone quick as hell.
"yo ma heart, what nami on?"
he turned the phone to slightly, like he had a hard time doing it or something. it was a weird ass angle, he moved it from low down facing him where only shoulders up could be see of him, to facing nami's seat but we could only see her bicep and arm cause the way she was laying down.
"why my son laying like that— SAY WORD SHE DEAD? i'm finna boom this nigga bro. worda babi i'm finna boom you." edot cried.
dotty extra ass woke nami up from laying over the console, on ddot arm. "my lovely namiko, my baby, my heart, don't scare a nigga like that." edot said.
i tapped notti seeing if he took pictures of the facetime screen. i needed proof this nigga ddot was soft. he gave me the look.
"nah my son ddot whipped for real." i tried to whisper, i wasn't quiet enough so notti smacked my neck. hard as fuck too.
"aight, y'all getting me tight. we gone be at the crib in a few, relax don't call me or nami no more onnat bullshit real shit." he hung up in our faces. damn, what that tik tok said? that's how you clear a bitch.
