𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄 / sugarhill imagines

𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 / dd osama

De'Asia pov
Shared apartment
4:10 pm

"Bro I get out of my way" I said trying to get to the door that dd was blocking.

"No now sit ya ass down" he said pulling me to the couch.

"Bro I'm not even doing anything" i said throwing my head back onto the couch.

"You really thought I was finna let you go out with a Nigga you know damn well like you?" He said looking at me as if I was the dumbest person in America.

"He don't even like me, we just close" I said and dd turned his head making the 'really Nigga' face.

"I don't care you not going end of discussion. Now watch the tv and shut up" he said wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into him.

About 30 minutes later dd was knocked out. I mean drool and everything.

I slipped his arm off my shoulders carefully before tip toeing to our shared bedroom. I put on my clothes pairing them with my slides.

I quickly but quietly grabbed my keys of the kitchen counter before making my way to the door.

I opened it as quietly as I could but I was halted when I felt something cold on the back of my head.

"I suggest you close the door" Dd said before I heard a click. He had turned the safety off.

I rolled my eyes before closing the door and huffing. I turned around and smacked the gun away from my face.

"Can't do shit" I mumbled sitting back on the couch.

Dd put his gun back on the coffee table before sitting next to me.

"You keep playin like I won't boom you" he said putting his finger in my faces. I rolled my eyes at his empty threat and smacked his finger out of my face.

He then laid on my legs and acted as if he literally didn't just put a gun to my head.

He dosed off again and slept like a baby.

Didn't know
what to do for this one.
Love - chrisnextdoor