Sugarhill Imagines.

Argument. ~ Notti Osama

Y/n POV 
Notti's crib. 

"Yo! Pass the fuckin' ball bro!" Notti screamed. 

I groaned, rolling over to check the time. 

3:12 AM 

"Bae, can you please quiet down?" I asked. 

He just ignored me.

"Y'all tryna play GTA?"  Notti paused. 

"Ight bet." He said, exiting 2K and starting GTA. 

It was silence for around 3 minutes. 

"YOU DUMB AS FUCK BRO. WHY THE FUCK YOU SHOOTIN' NIGGAS FOR?  I should ban you, word to my deads." Notti said, mumbling at the end. 

I got out of my bed and got my lil night bag thingy and started putting my shit in it. 

My charger, keys and wallet were in the bag as well as some underwear because I had clothes over here. 

"I'm leaving, love you." I said, getting on my phone to order an Uber. 

I opened the door for notti to finally notice I exist. 

"Ma! Ma, where you goin?" He asked, looking at my bag and back at me. 

"To my fuckin house." I popped my neck at him. 

"Why?" 

"Because, you always on that fuckin game, wakin people up!" 

"I'm not on it anymore, i got off. Can we just chill?" Notti yawned. 

"No, now I'm up. Imma go." I said with an attitude, trying to leave. 

I blinked and felt a hand wrap around my neck and my back being harshly put against the wall. 

"No the fuck you not, cancel that fuckin' uber bro. I'm not playin' witchu." Notti said, motioning toward my phone. 

"You always do this shit! I'm tired of ths shit bro, word to my deads. Actin' all crazy and spazzin' out don't make you get your way!" I yelled (Bold words are notti) 

"I ain't actin crazy. Don't raise ya voice at me either." 

"Oh my god nigga. You're fuckin weird, get ya hand off me." I said, taking his hand off my neck and walking downstairs. 

"Who the fuck you talkin' to? Act like you got some sense. You out hea ode chattin' because I'm playing video games, and I'm crazy? Nah." 

"First of all, I'm talking to you! Ethan Reyes. Second, I AM acting like I have sense. Who the fuck is in they right mind sitting somewhere they can't sleep? It's 3AM! And how the FUCK am I chattin'? You're the one being delusional thinkin' imma stay and you fuckin' up my sleep. It's not even the video games, Ethan. It's the YELLING! I'm yelling because you were YELLING. And yes...Yes you're fuckin' crazy you are INSANE. You always threaten me and expect me to stay and act like everything is fine. Everything is not fine, I'm scared, Ethan. I really am. One wrong move and there's a gun to my head. God bro, you irk the fuck outta me." 

"But you ain't neva said shit to me about it though. If it bothered you you shoulda said something instead of fuckin' yelling." 

"I didn't say shit because of you! If I make you mad it's always 'say I won't paint ya brains on these walls.' it's never 'Let's sit and talk about and act like we got common sense.' BECAUSE YOU. ARE. CRAZY. Like what the fuck?"

ya want pt 2??? lmk