HATE ....𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝑲𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞
"𝐲𝐚𝐲𝐚"
𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐃 rolling tray on his lap and his halfway rolled blunt in his hand. today was a calm and simple day considering he had nothing planned. he just wanted to stay with yaya all day and chill.
meanwhile yaya was upstairs grabbing all of her snacks back from dd. it wasn't late in the day nor was it early.
it was the perfect time to do everything.
"i swear to god imma hurt him if he takes my shit one more time" yaya huffed pushing open nottis door and closing it behind her.
"what happened?" notti hummed glancing up from his blunt to look at her. yaya shook her head and placed all of her things down on his bed.
"your slow ass brother keeps takin all my damn snacks like it's fuckin his, then he's mad when i take it back." she mugged the air getting in the bed next to him and putting her phone on the charger.
"just keep it down here," he said calmly, shrugging his shoulders. she instantly side eyed him with an attitude, "what about the shit that needs to be in a refrigerator?"
"i got a refrigerator," he chuckled shaking his head and looking over at her.
"you had a fridge this whole time? nigga what," she sucked her teeth blinking rapidly at him, "why you ain't say nothin?"
"you ain't ask mama," he laughed softly, picking up his rolling tray and moving it from his lap to his bedside table.
she rolled her eyes and looked at his hands, "baby?" she called out resulting in a hum from him.
"can you teach me how to smoke?" she asked turning her body towards him, she's always thought about smoking instead of drinking but never did it because 1. she didn't know how to smoke. and 2. she enjoyed the hangover from drinking.
notti looked over at her and ran his eyes over her face to make sure she was actually serious because he BEEN wanted her to stop drinking.
"you deadass? cause if you not let me know right now" he said grabbing his lighter off of the bed.
she deadpanned him and took a long blink, "i'm deadass ethan,"
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