Memphis been acting out lately. It was the only way he could possibly get his best-friend's attention. Did it work? Yes, just not exactly the way he expected it to.
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He narrowed down 'home' to three people,
Mom,
Monse,
and Memphis.
the place either were in didn't matter
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"Aye young stop playing wit me." 18 • 5'9 • ♈︎ ___________________________________________
|| Kusa's POV ||
"I don't know what I did. For some reason he always gets like this when I'm talking to a girl. I don't know man...he's being weird," I said eating some of the snickerdoodle cookies my mom bought for the house. I was wit my twin talking about this cause other than Memphis, she was who I would always go to, to vent and shit.
"Shiiid, I'd say the nigga jealous," she pursed her lips and her brows creased in thought. I rolled my eyes. Memphis? Jealous of what? He get way more hoes than me.
"He basically got girls lining up to be with him, why he want the one I'm talking to? It's not like-"
"Boy I meant of her not you. He wants you. Cause if it's not one specific girl then he must interested in you. If not, what else could it be?" She said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.
