Nadia Thompson
I climbed out of my car jogging up the steps that lead Keenon's house. I twisted his the door knob to his front door, like always it was unlocked. "Best friend!" I yelled stepping into his foyer I was immediately hit with the stench of weed. "Best friend!" I yelled again closing and locking the door behind myself.
"You need to start ringin the doorbell lil nigga." I heard him yell from a different part of the house.
"You need to start lockin your door lil nigga." I yelled back kicking my Micheal Kors tennis shoes off on the mat that sat beside the front door. I scrunched my face up in disapproval at all the stripper like heels that were piled up by the door. Most of the heels were at least 7 inches and had clear bottoms. This bitch needed to go ASAP. I walked to the kitchen knowing that's where he was since I heard noises coming from that direction.
"Why are you always half dressed? Do you believe in shirts?" I asked stepping into the kitchen. He shook his head no taking a bite from a sandwich he had in his hands. I assumed he had just made it since he had all the ingredients laid out on the counter top.
"No, bitches love my stomach so Ima show it off." He said talking with a mouth full of food. His little pudging belly was cute, I just wanted to rub it.
"Okay, I need you to chew and swallow your food before you speak to me." I said jumping up on the island that was in the center of his kitchen.
"Nah." He shook his head no. "What you been up to though?" He asked shoving a few Lay's sour cream and onion chips into his mouth.
"Nothing much, doing hair, school, spending time with Rell." I mumbled the last part. As bad as I wanted YG I was respecting Dijon's wishes, I've still been using Jerrell to keep my attention off of YG, even though he irked me. I'm not sure how much longer I can deal with this though.
"I need to meet this nigga." He mumbled taking a sip from a red solo cup.
"Why?" I asked swinging my legs as they dangled off the side of the island's counter top.
"I needa know who my best friend spending all her time with."
"I would say the same but I don't really care for the females you choose to stick your dick in. All shade, all tea." I mumbled rolling my eyes. "I'll invite him to the kickback this weekend. Are you bringing your little girlfriend Kennedy?" I asked jokingly.
"I don't stick my dick no where. That ain't my girl!"
"Mmhmm, ask her why she don't like me."
"Cause you ugly!" I pursed my lips.
"The way she be lookin at me I'd say other wise. Where she at anyways?"
"Ion know or care long as she outta my face."
"Rudeness! Where the weed?" I asked looking around the kitchen for his red weed box.
"Stay usin a nigga for his weed and snacks. That muthafucka where it's always at! You greedy nigga. You gotta roll." I punched him in his arm before
Jumping off of the counter running out of the kitchen so he couldn't hit me back. I jogged up the staircase heading to his room. I grabbed the box out of the drawer of his nightstand.I sat on the counter top struggling to pearl the blunt especially since I was under the watchful eye of YG. I sealed the blunt examining.
"I pearled my first blunt!" I smiled holding it up.
"Congrats!" YG said sarcastically. "Spark that shit now." I rolled my eyes pulling my pink BIC lighter out of my back pocket. The blunt went in rotation a few times before he broke the silence.
"Tell me bout this fuck boy." He mumbled blowing smoke out of his nose before passing me the blunt.
"First off he's not a fuck boy! I think you're jealous." I spoke before taking a pull from the blunt.
"Jealous of what? Him havin you?" He waved me off. "I could have you if I wanted you." I rolled my eyes, these mixed signals were no joke.
"If you wanted me?" I asked shocked as hell.
"If. I. Wanted. You." He spoke slowly as if I had heard him wrong.
"Well damn." I mumbled a little salty. "So you don't want me?" He shook his head no before taking a pull from the blunt. I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
We sat in the kitchen talking shit, eating and smoking for what felt like hours. I loved how we just vibed.
"Hey Nadia!" Kennedy smiled walking into Keenon's kitchen.
"Sup!" I shot her a fake smile and a head nod. "Best friend I'm about to go, I'll see you this weekend." I said jumping down from his kitchen island.
"Don't forget to bring yo lil nigga."
"I won't, why are you so pressed to see him?"
"I ain't pressed. You bring yo nigga Ima bring my bitch." My heart dropped. As much as the word best friend got threw around between YG and I I would be devasted if he ever got a bitch. Whether they were serious or not.
"Fix yo face! You know you my only girl." He smiled walking over to me. I tried to hide the smile on my face especially since Kennedy was watching us. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me in for a side hug.
"I hate you! Bye." I laughed walking out of the kitchen. He grabbed my hand stopping me. He began to swing my arm staring at me. He rolled his tongue across his bottom lip.
"Goodbye best friend!" I dragged out as I walked towards the foyer.
"You need to stop playin." He mumbled licking his lips seductively. His lips weren't that damn dry to where he had to keep licking them.
"I-"
"Yo phone ringing Kee." Kennedy said walking into the foyer. I rolled my eyes quickly pulling my hand back from YG's.
"I'll see you later." I mumbled quickly turning around heading for the front door.
Keenon "YG" Jackson
"My phone not even fuckin ringin man." I mumbled snatchin my phone outta Kennedy hand walkin past her out the foyer.
"You like her? She don't look like yo type. She look snobby. One of them bitches that think she b-" She followed behind me. I stopped in the hallway so she a stop trailin behind me.
"Kennedy ... shut the fuck up!" I mumbled rubbin my hands down my face. She scoffed before switchin down the hall to the kitchen.
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Nadia & YG in MM.
😂Thank you for the birthday wishes😘 💛✨I couldn't thank yall individually cause wattpad be on that duplicated comment shiznit😒! I should've told y'all Daequan was YG.
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FanfictionNadia Thompson was your average 23 year old college drop out. After a life changing event happens to her it has her questioning if her life is even worth living. Her best friend, the love of her life, the reason she's breathing died she see's no poi...