❛ swear to god we put em in the pound
and this shit won't stop like fuck what the opps
say, yeah. they shot. only love for my niggas
the ones from my block. ❜
𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒
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𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔
Summers in Chicago were the best. The weekend of the fourth was even better to be exact. No one had a care in the world. Just the hum of different conversations, the aroma of weed in the air and the cracking of fireworks in the near distance.
The street outside Italy's parents' apartment was damn near filled with her whole friend group and the heavy bass of a song that a friend of hers had released a year prior.
Italy leaned on the trunk of a beat-up Impala, her phone in hand. LA stood right behind her, looking into his phone that he had set up against the rear window as he went live, the glow of the screen lighting up both of their faces.
"And I swear I lost so many of my guys, so I'm sippin' Remy and smoking fifties with my guys." Italy leaned in a tad bit to read over some of the comments, "Never let a nigga blow any of my guys. Ain't nobody fuckin' with 600 in my eyes."
She didn't mind being in his Live — not at first that is.
She responded to some of the comments and made sure the camera saw her face when she pointed something out on his screen, or her laugh when one of his fans said something.
The comments flooded in an instant.
lacapone.sixo : that's LA girl fr 😍😍 S1M6A : and if LA don't want her then i do
At first, she found it funny, but the longer she looked, the more the comments started to grate on her nerves. Her smile faltered as she saw one after another speculating about their relationship.
She tried to brush it off, but it crept under her skin like an itch she couldn't scratch.
"You could tell them people we not in a relationship." Italy had folded her arms across her chest but she made sure that her voice was quiet enough so that no one else could hear her.
LA brows furrowed, picking up his phone. "I been said that. I keep sayin' that shit."
"So do it again," she rolled her eyes at him and he picked up on the attitude immediately.
"You got all this smoke fa' me," he looked down at her, his voice calm but his demeanor said something different. "Them niggas just talking. You know how this shit go."
"Yeah, I know," she shot back, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "But still you just be letting them think whatever."
"Here we go," he muttered under his breath, ending the Live and shoving his phone into his pocket. He stepped closer, arm wrapping around her waist as he pulled her closer to him. "It's something going on in that head of yours."
