•Sabria Patterson•
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"So we spending $50,000 max on the party and another on the trip," i explained, drinking my lemonade.
He nodded, making me smack him with my comb, "Dont move."
"Yeen have to pop me, bruh," he smacked his teeth.
I chuckled, "Sorry."
"But yea, so party at the club, and after next day trip to Jamaica for a week," i listed.
Armon said he didnt want a party, but he has no authority over what we're gonna do for his birthday.. he not planning so it should be dead silent.
"And you better not try to hook up widd none of dem girls while we over there," I looked at him through da mirror.
He had his fingers in his ear, being childish, "LALALALALALALALALA I CANT HEAR YOUUUUU!"
I shook my head, continuing to braid his hair.
"You wanna get sum to eat?" I asked, hearing my stomach growl.
"Yea, imma doordash," he said.
"No, i got it, i asked so i got it," i stopped him.
"You tryna bitch me," he said.
"Im not i just wanna pay," i shrugged.
"Im paying, you not," he said sternly.
"You and yo cousin—yall just alike what the fuck," i furrowed my eyebrows.
"I raised dat boy," he joked. "Whatchu wanna eat?"
I thought about it, "Chick fil a."
"What braid you on?" he asked , tilting his head forward.
"Last one," i said combing the last column of hair.
"Ight, we gotta go sell some after we eat," he smiled innocently.
"Ouuuu, ian never did anything illegal before," i smiled, lying.
"I js met you and even i know you a lying ass muhfucka," he laughed.
"Yea i went to jail before, guess why," I started braiding after apply a small amount of gel.
"You deadass?" his eyebrows raised.
I nodded, laughing.
"Fighting?" he tilted his head.
"Nigga, yo hair—. But no, das little," i scolded.
"Murder charge?" he squinted.
I nodded, "When i was 16 dat shit was scary, but my da got me out."
"Oh i love me a good storytime, no homo," he sat up, smiling.
"You love showing dem braces," i laughed, "but ok."
