tana
day 2/3 : Atlantis City
"wassup witchu dude?," gio asks for the 5th time. yes im still mad from last night, shorty dead just tried to sit and play in my face and he gone tell me to chill. "im finna fold yo ass my nigga," he says looking dead at me, "santana," he grumbles out.
"what sergio?," i ask glancing over at him, "what's yo problem shorty? you been actin weird all morning, i knocked yo period on or sumn?," he asks making me roll my eyes. "no, stop talkin to me," i tell him getting up.
"where you goin?," he asks standing also, "to smoke," i say grabbing my blunt off the desk and walking out the room and towards the balcony. i don't know why they got 3 rooms in here.
i sat myself on one of the chairs and spark my blunt thinking about the situation. maybe i'm overreacting? i just feel like the whole shit was weird. who even is the bitch? then she callin him by his government. nd she talkin bout hit her, bitch what?
as i'm taking a hit, my phone starts vibrating in my hoodie pocket breaking me out of my thoughts. sean. "yooooo," he says once i answer, "yooo," i reply taking another hit.
"you look fried twin," he says chuckling, "ian gone lie i am," i laugh putting the clip in the ashtray. "whatchu doin?," i ask putting my knees to my chest, "nothin sittin right here with my girl wondering why yo ass in atlantis city," he says setting his phone up.
"gio brought me out here," i say blandly looking out at the city, "why you sound like that?," he asks starting to roll up. "cause okay tell me if i'm trippin, so we go meet up with his cousins right they at the stu, so his other cousin walk in with some people and one bitch like so you can't speak now to gio when he was talkin to spinks his cousin so i'm like no he can't the fuck cause my nigga ain't gone speak to yo bird brain ass. so then she start talkin crazy and gio tellin me like chill, then when she leavin she talkin bout 'you know my number sergio, hit me'. so now im ready to get up wit shorty but he just keep sayin chill, nd that shit pissed me clean off cause shorty just straight up disrespected me nd you keep tellin me to chill. first off ion een know shorty never heard of her so for her to be comin at me sideways is crazy and for you to not let me beat the bitches ass is ever crazier," i finish.
"damn twin- so you can sit out here on the phone nd tell people what yo issue is but gone sit up nd ignore a nigga?," i hear behind me. damn ian close the door.
"shit twin, imma call you another time," he says before hanging up and i roll my eyes, weird ass nigga. "nd can," i reply grabbing my clip from the ashtray and attempting to walk back in the house before im snatched up by my neck.
"you gone stop playin wit me my nigga, if you gotta issue say that shit. i'm not finna keep repeating myself, what's yo issue?," he asks getting all in my face, he so sexy when he aggressive. my man just sexy in general.
i lean forward and attempt to peck his lips, i might be mad but he still fine. "nah, wassup?," he asks pulling back, "why you ain't let me beat that hoes ass?," i ask folding my arms.
"cause ion need you fightin no chicken head ass bitch," he says scrunching his face, "who is she?," i ask, "some shorty i use to kick it wit a while back." i bite my bottom lip thinking, "mhm," i say looking away.
"you know i hate when you do that mhm shit like a nigga lyin to you or some, ian talked to shorty in years that bitch weird," he explains letting me go, "ion een know why she tried to be funny, i would've let you whoop her ma but she can't fight you would kill her fragile ass," he says making me chuckle.
"i still want my 60's, that's all i need," i shrug looking back at him, "i gotchu, now gimme kiss," he says grabbing my jaw and pulling me in. we fight for dominance til i eventually give up letting him win.
