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"da, i get these?," june asks grabbing some ugly ass jordan 2's, "nah, we gone find you sum better," i tell him turning his head. "hi, i'm alexis i can help yall," some shorty says.
"lemme get these 3 in a size 10 kids," i hand her the shoes and she nods walking away. "mommy say i can't go to char's no more," june says making me look over at him.
"why she say that?," i ask him putting down my phone, "her and TT char was on the phone yelling at each other," he explains walking in circles. "imma ask her wassup later," i finish off my sentence as the lady goes to the register with his shoes.
"your total today is 163.67$, are you a member with us?," she asks and i shake my head inserting my card into the reader. "thank you have a nice day," she says handing me the receipt and i nod grabbing the bag.
"cmon," i tell june who's looking at hats on the shelves, "da we get food?," he asks. "yea whatchu want?," i ask him checking the time, 4:07pm. "shicken nuggets," he says almost tripping over his own foot.
"watch what you doin june, its gone hurt if you fall," i tell him putting my phone in my bag pocket, "okay da," i feel his little hand slide into mine.
___ lo: trish's crib
"what happened with you and char?," i ask sitting junes bag on the couch, her mama wants to take them to disney world for the weekend it's gone be him and all his cousins.
"mmcht i dun told that boy about telling my business," she says rolling her eyes and sipping her wine, "wassup?," i ask her sitting on the opposite stool pulling out my phone.
princess 👑❤️ LMFAOOO you get on my nerves🤣🤣 but ian busy rn, wyd?
me: i'm just being real nd ns dropping june off finna head back that way after i get my haircut
princess 👑❤️ okay just lmk, imma leave the door unlocked
me: ard bet nd you needa stop leaving yo door unlocked wait til i knock
princess 👑❤️ niggas know my body😂
you haha'd 'niggas know my body😂'
"you not even listening," trish says rolling her neck, "my fault," i tell her slipping my phone into my pocket. "must gotta new lil hoe," she mumbles loud enough for me to hear her.
"she ain't a hoe," i tell her but before she could speak june runs from the back. "da look manman and i got matching jammies for disney," he says excitedly holding up some spider-man pants and shorts.
