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HARLYM AND KEY'MIR sat on the porch of ManMan's house, Key had brought him over some clothes since the teenager was going through a huge growth spurt and neither one of his parents wanted to get him clothes that fit.
Harlym came along just to get the opportunity to shop for ManMan and for herself since she needed a few items.
They sat outside while he tried everything on, Key was on live as he sipped from his Sprite bottle. There wasn't a day where he didn't have it in his hand now, Harlym was worried for his physical and mental wellbeing but she knew not to question him.
He was going through a time in his life where he missed his dad more than ever but on top of that he was struggling with his sexuality while trying to juggle his rap career. He kept it all down by keeping a drink in his hand and percs in his system.
Key'Mir scrolled through the comments as he rapped quietly into his green plastic bottle, "That's why I fucked yo' bitch. You fat..." He trailed off.
Harlym was about to say something when she seen a red car pull up by the sidewalk swiftly, Key and Harlym watched as four men hopped out walking towards them causing Key'Mir to immediately stand up, "Ay' mane where's that nigga who live hea at?"
"Ion know." Key shrugged, "Who you is?"
The men looked at Key, "Say mane, you ah geek on bloods where ManMan at?" He glanced at Harlym who was just sitting down comfortably, looking up at them as she stayed seated.
Key'Mir chuckled, "Betta get the fuck," He sat back down, grabbing his phone again. "Yous on the wrong block dawg." He shook his head-immediately feeling blown because he just knew Man Man got himself into something from the way they looked.
"She on go?" Another one of the guys asked, nodding at Harlym who snapped her head towards him.
"Man what? Y'all fake tough." She said smacking her lips, "Talm 'bout who live here. . . y'all too damn grown." She waved her hand, placing her head on her knees so she didn't have to stare at them anymore. "Sicka you niggas."
"Ain't nobody live here," Key cut off who was about to speak. "Mane get on, y'all not poppin' y'all shit enough fa' me. bye." He picked up his sprite bottle.
"Can't be threatened by a nigga with a fat back." Key'Mir added, "Fuckin' loser."
"Key I'll dead smack the shit outta you, blood." The guy pulled his pants up, "Don't get big headed na' cause you infront of them dusty ass followers."
Key threw his head back and set his phone down, the live had now shot up to 30K watchers, "Y'all not even supposed to be over here, scary asses gotta wait til it got dark to pop out. Go back over ta Southside, you inna wrong hood."
"Nah, you inna wrong hood. Go back to Hollywood and stop protectin' that lil nigga." One of the guys pulled up his pants, "Unless you tryna run that shit too."
