WHY THE HELL THE REAL ONES HAD TO DIE
______ die with you.|HIGH SCHOOL|
"WHAT DID SHE SAY?" Doom asked, snapping Blake out of whatever trance he was lost in
"Huh? Who?"
"Ya mom nigga... when you walked out of the house. What did she say?" Doom repeated
Glancing at the driver, Blake simply shrugged his shoulders "She told me that I'm just like my dad."
"Youn' believe that shit, do you?"
Blake didn't respond, deciding it was best not to answer. But unknowingly to him, his silence was the answer.
Doom laughed lowly as he shook his head. He brought the blunt up to his lips, inhaling with a somber expression.
"You ain't nothing like that nigga. You better than him, if anything." The older coughed out, pointing dramatically "You hearing me?"
"Yeah... I hear you." Blake answered, gazing out the window
"Come take a hit, your ass stressing and shit."
Whipping his head towards the voice, Blakes eyes widened "You deadass?"
"Hell yeah." Doom confirmed, chuckling at the boys excitement before passing the drug to him
Blake brung the blunt to his lips, breathing in the smoke and exhaling throughout his nose. It seemed as though he was already a natural, considering it was only his first time smoking.
As the boys passed the blunt back and forth, a comfortable silence formed between them. It was always like this with the two, which they preferred.
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