ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪᴏɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ 🙄
𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕤 | 𝟙𝟙:𝟜𝟠 𝔸𝕄
𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕖'𝕤 𝔸𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥
I blink a couple of times as I awaken and adjust to being awake. I stretch out and reach for my phone, which is on the floor.
I check the time. 11:48. I told Momma I would pick Tashon up and let him spend a week with me. I don't know why she asks me to do shit like this, the nigga's 12. He'll be 13 at the end of the month. He can take care of his own self, but Momma doesn't ask me for much so I told her sure.
I sigh, get up and stretch. I think about showering, but I realize I don't have time. I put on a black T-shirt and black stacked jeans before putting on my chain and leaving my bedroom.
Once I'm in the kitchen, I put two blueberry pop tarts in the toaster and check my notifications on my phone while I wait for them.
𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊 ❤️: 𝚄 𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 :)
I suck my teeth. When she sent this I was asleep. I text her back and then my pop tarts pop out. I wrap them in a paper towel and set them on the counter. I grab my gun and my keys before picking the pop tarts up and leaving the apartment.
"It's 5AM and I'm drunk right now, tell me can we still fuck..." I mumble along with the lyrics as I drive over to Momma's.
As I had suspected, I dreamt of Paris when I went to sleep last night. In the dream, she was back on my couch, kissing me, except after she watched a movie with me and that night, she slept with me in my bed. Pretty sure we were going to do something more but that's when I woke up.
I don't know how to get the damn girl out of my head, but until I figure that out, I'm just going to keep moving on with life, even if it hurts a little bit.
I pull into the driveway of Momma's small, one-story house. I get out of the car and lock it before shutting the door. I walk up the driveway and the porch steps before knocking on the door.
Momma opens the door almost instantly and smacks me upside the head before hugging me. "Boy, you late."
I suck my teeth and rub my head. "Mom..."
"Tashon! Get out that room! Yo brother here!" Momma calls to Tashon before ushering me inside. "You want sumn to eat, baby?"
"No, Momma. I ate before I got here."
"Mm, you could eat sumn else witcho skinny ass." She scrutinizes me before shrugging and moving down the hallway.
Tashon walks out from his room and walks over to me, dapping me up.
"Y'all gon' have so much fun," Momma smiles.
"Um, no," Tashon says.
"So sassy," I mumble.
"Boy, hush. You havin' fun cause I said so," Momma sucks her teeth.
"Momma, why I can't stay home?"
"Cause you 12 years old. Don't ask me nun else." Momma kisses Tashon on the forehead and does the same to me. "Y'all gon' have fun."
I leave the house and Tashon follows me to my car. He gets in the passengers seat once I unlock the car.
"Can't I get the aux for once?" Tashon looks up at me.
"No, nigga. Don't nobody touch my aux." Nobody but Paris.
Tashon sucks his teeth. "Come on, Demauree."
