𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

𝟎𝟒.

𝐀'𝐍𝐈𝐉𝐀𝐇 𝐌. 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝟏𝟗

"ma im finna move out." i told her.

"girl you weird." she rolled her eyes making me start laughing. "ma what?" i questioned.

"nah im just playin but why?" she asked. "i don't know, i feel like i want my own space now." i shrugged.

"so my nigga can come and go- lil girl please, that lil boy already do that." she cut me off.

"you want me to stay in this house so bad, i already been lookin at apartments." i laughed.

"your daddy know?"

"mhm. he suppose to be giving me some money." i smiled. "oh my, my baby is growing up." my mama said.

i rolled my eyes.

somebody started knocking on the door making me get up.

"oh i already know who that is, got you getting up that fast." she said to which i smacked my teeth.

i opened the door and keyon came in.

"wassup." he said. "hey," i replied.

"hey son." my mama came around the corner. "girl you weird, fake, and phony." i said before walking upstairs to my room.

"you a hater." keyon said once he came in my room.

"i don't care, where my weed at?" i held my hand out. "damn, i cant get a kiss or nun?" he smacked his teeth sitting down on my bed.

"how bout no." i said. "man stop it." he pulled my arm making me sit on his lap.

i wrapped my arms around him then he did the same to me. once i looked at him we started kissing.

feeling his hands go in my tights, gripping my ass i laughed slightly.

"you know what you doin." i said as i stopped kissing him. "what im doin?"

"you wanna get me a bottle?" i asked. he smacked his teeth. "no."

"why?"

getting off his lap i grabbed my wood and unraveled it. "cause youn need no liq." he said, layin back.

"right." i nodded. layin my wood on the table i started breaking up the weed.

"you act too crazy off that shit." he shook his head. "no, i just be beating your ass off that shit!" i said.

"now i gotta get me some liq, i feel like puttin my hands on you." i pointed.

"trippin."

"i need to sit down." i mumbled before putting my wood on my rollin tray then going to sit on my bed.