Enemies To Lovers type story, I love stories where two people go from wanting to harm each other to protecting one another. So, I'm making it. Yes it will be gay, and I'm putting other celebrities in here besides Rappers.
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"I don't wanna play uno. I wanna dance too." Durk frowned.
"Doctor said you can't be movin' around like dat," Kane said as he placed a four+ down.
Kentrell laughed as Jonathan twirled him. "Bro you can't dance fo shit."
"Nigga shut up, I can't twirl ya, cuz you taller dan me." Jonathan chuckled. He rested his head on Kentrell's chest.
Durk squinted his eyes. He never gotten this jealous over anyone before. He usual had bitches fighting over him, but now, I guess the tables have turned. He grabbed four cards with attitude, Kane thought it was his fault for the aggressiveness.
"Go."
"Damn, da fuck I do?,"
"Nigga, what color? Fuckin' go." Durk said annoyed.
"Yellow." Kane said as he placed a 2 yellow card down.
When Kentrell twirled Jonathan and pulled him close, Durk finally spoke up. "Kentrell. My foot hurts, can you massage 'em?,"
Kentrell stopped dancing with Jonathan and quickly walked over. "Which one?,"
"Da right one." Durk pouted. Kentrell sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Durk's right foot. He placed his foot on his lap and began to slowly massage. "Bettea?,"
"Uh little."
Kane shook his head, after two seconds, he finally caught onto what Durk was doing. "You full of shit." Kane laughed. "Play bitch."
"He ain't no bitch Kane, chill." Kentrell said.
Durk wore a shit eating grin.
"Aww come on Durk, it's not like I want ta fuck Kentrell." Jonathan snickered. "We was just dancing."
"Don't dance wit ma nigga, Kane hea', Kane get up and go dance wit ya mans. And don't you got uh bitch back at home? Nigga I don't trust you wit Kentrell."
Kentrell blushed. "Damn ma, I see whatcha gettin' at, but Jonathan just uh friend, I see him as uh family member."
Durk shook his head. "No. Da only thang I wanna see is y'all dapping and sharing blunts and alcohol. Y'all not allowed ta dance when I'm here or gone. You don't see me dancing with Dominique."
Kentrell rubbed Durk's thigh. "Alright, it's understood. I ain't gone dance wit Jonathan no mo,"
Durk rolled his eyes. "You get on ma fuckin' nerves."
"What da fuck did I do? Is you on ya period on sumthin'?," Kentrell frowned.
"No." Durk slammed his cards down and crossed his arms.
