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i watch as tupac attractively slouches in his seat, dabbing nate
watching the meat, i occasionally steal glances at him, trying to stop my heart that was now swiftly beating against my chest which was pointless but i'm in the presence of tupac...
"bro season the meat." stretch groans as i roll my eyes. fuck, stretch. i grab the meat, placing it in the seasoning pan, making sure to soak every single bit of the meat before placing each of them back on the grill
"make sure you actually flip the meat, stretch." i say as he rolls his eyes. "i'm the man, nigga." he scrunches his face, softly pressing the meat down with the fork
i walk towards the back door, opening it with the seasoning and seasoning pan still in my hands. i place the seasoning pan in the sink, rinsing my hands
"yo, kastro said to ask you where the beers at?" i heard a voice behind me. i turn to see tupac standing there
i tense up, feeling my throat dry up. "uh.. i don't know. in the fridge?" he nods, not even looking at me. he walks over to the fridge, grabbing a six pack and walks out
odd. i walk back out to see lloyd sitting on my chair. i softly pout, standing next to the tree, watching as everyone enjoyed themselves, music blasting through kastro's loud speakers, the sound of the sizzling meat
lloyd pulls me to his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist as he buries his face in my neck. earning a few glances, i look down at my lap, playing with my fingers
"nene, girl, if you don't get off that man's lap. he probably doesn't know you." serenity laughs as i roll my eyes, hearing lloyd chuckle under his breath
"nah, she's good where she's at." he responds as serenity scrunched her face. she glanced at him then at me, "whatever." she says, turning her attention back to kadafi
kastro shakes his head, twirling his finger next to his head. i let out a low chuckle, feeling lloyd leave wet kisses on the side of my neck
his hands move to my inner thighs, slowly moving a bit high by the second. i swat his hand and pinching the other. he lets out a low chuckle, "not even a taste?" he lowly whispers in my ear as i shake my head
he lets out another chuckle as i steal another glance at tupac. gosh, he has beautiful eyelashes. i watch him joke around with kadafi and nate as he downed his beer
such a fine man. "yo, the meat ready!" stretch exclaims as the guys jump to their feet. animals. i let out a low chuckle, getting off lloyd's lap as his hands were still on my waist, leading us to the grill
"we only got meat? where the bitches at? y'all didn't cook?!" tupac's voice booms as he eyes me then at serenity
"ay, not too much on me. miss perfect didn't do shit." serenity crosses her arms as i roll my eyes. what. i bite my tongue, sucking my front teeth as i grab a paper plate
"stand yours and ignore her." lloyd whispers in my ear as i nod. i wait in line with stretch placing meat on their plates
"mmh." kadafi groans in pleasure as he takes a bite of the sausage. "if anyone has leftovers, i'm your guy!" he announces, as he earns a few chuckles. "what"
stretch places a sausage on my plate, motioning me to move out the line. "nigga, you gonna have to put more than that." i scrunched my face at him as he chuckled
"you greedy fat back." he laughs, putting a few pieces of chicken. "now run along, lil girl." he says. mcht, stretch mark ass nigga.
i make my way back to my seat, to see tupac sitting on my chair. wouldn't it be funny if i just went over and sat on his lap. i should do it. i slowly make my way over, eyeing him before i cleared my throat
"uh... that's my seat." i couldn't do it. i softly say. he looks up at me, a small smirk forming on his face. fuck, stop looking at me like that.
"i don't see your ass stuck on it." he says. you just had to open your mouth. he earned a few chuckles from the other guys. haha, i'll show you ass. i roll my eyes, walking over to the other side, leaning against the wall as i took a bite of the chicken
"mcht, i was just playing, girl!" he laughs. i ignore him, taking another bite of the chicken. i see lloyd walking towards me with two glasses in his hands
"one for you, my lady." he smiles as i grab the glass. i take a sip of the drink, scrunching my face at the sour drink, "mh mh." i shake my head as i place the glass on the grass
"i'm cool on that." he lets out a low chuckle. "it's just some henny." he says, downing the drink down his throat
"if it ain't dashed, im cool." i shake my head, taking a bite of my sausage. "lightweight." he jokes causing me to roll my eyes
he eyes me before, licking his bottom lip. "you know." he starts, "i know it's only been a few days but i really fuck with you... heavy." he says, staring at me
too soon? i mean fuck, we made out. but he's so fine, too. lord, help me. i look up at him, softly smiling, "i fuck with you too." i softly say as he smirks
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