ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪᴏɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ 🤨
𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕤 | 𝟚:𝟙𝟚 ℙ𝕄
𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣
I move through the aisles with the basket in my hand, looking at all those damn Father's Day decorations everywhere.
Cards, cookies, balloons and shit.
I'm never excited about Father's Day. I've never celebrated it because there was never a father to celebrate. The nigga labeled my momma a ho when she said she was pregnant with me, swore I wasn't his baby, and left her. 7 years later he came back for just long enough to get her pregnant with Tashon and then he was gone again. The longest I've seen him was 3 weeks.
But it's whatever. My momma's always been enough for both me and Tashon.
I'm putting a family-sized bag of Fritos into my basket as I notice someone walking towards me. As they get closer I can see who it is.
Oh hell nah...
Why is Macaroni's light-skinned ass here?
"A coincidence seeing you here," he says as he approaches me.
"Coincidence seeing you here" headass. Nigga sound straight out a white people book.
"Mhm." I try to ignore him as I move through the aisle.
"I'm not even gon' waste my time chattin'." He looks me dead in the eyes. Not even gonna lie, that shit is scary.
"You needa stay away from my girlfriend," he says.
I scrunch up my face, I run into this nigga out of nowhere and he wanna bring this up? This shit is already dead to me and I'm done with the conversation.
"Yo nigga, that's my best friend, Ion care who the fuck you is, that shit not changing." The actual nerve of this "treat me like white tees" ass nigga.
"Nigga, I'm being serious."
"And I'm not? The fuck..." I turn and walk away, even though what I want to do is punch the muhfucka in the nose.
I walk back to my car and suck my teeth just thinking about that dumbass encounter. I start the car and put Sky by Playboi Carti on the aux.
"The actual nerve of that nigga, man," I say to no one but myself.
Once I make it home, it takes a lot of fight not to kick a hole in my front door. I need to calm down.
I kick off my shoes, walk into the bathroom, turn on the shower and undress. I step into the shower and I'm instantly soothed by the warmth of the water falling onto my body.
"All of my diamonds be VVs, they don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news..." I mumble the lyrics of Sum 2 Prove as I lather my body up with suds.
I rinse off and take a second to open my eyes. I turn the shower off and dry myself off with my towel.
I walk back to my room and put on some draws and grey plaid pajama pants. I lay down on my bed and start watching an AMP video on YouTube.
I exhale. I'm calm for the most part, Macaroni's ass is just so fucking annoying. I think about calling one of my bitches, but I don't feel like it and I would have to get dressed to go outside. I never let them hoes meet me at my place.
I pay more attention to the video and chuckle. Fanum's ole dumbass is hilarious as hell.
ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 | 𝟞:𝟛𝟜 ℙ𝕄
𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕖
