"So, who is this Alison chic," I ask.
"Aila, it's my Ex's best friend," James says.
His ex's best friend. Okay I mean he broke up with his ex yet he is still in contact with her best friend. He is about to die. In a car crash. I'll jump out the door, to save myself of course.
"And you're probably also friends with your, ex," I don't ask, I state.
"Oh no, I am not. Last time I saw her was when I broke up with her," okay bitch, you sure? I wanna say. I am just joking I trust him, but still men are dogs. Wherever they find their beloved bone to suck on they'll run towards it. His phone rings. If it;s that Alison nigga face bitch I am gonna flip.
"Hey Shawn," he says. Shawn? Man are his friends calling him over for a late Friday night party. If they're I know he will say no to them, but I'll force him to go.
"Ah, fuck," damn that was sexy. He should swear more often. Shawn pawn whoever is on the phone says something to him and so he replies,
"Okay we are coming," WE ARE COMING. Hell naw son I am not going you are going.
"Where are WE going?" I ask.
"Yeah about that, I forgot a really important assignment at school and luckily Shawn got it for me. It's at his house so we are going there," he says.
"Oh okay, so is your friend married?" I ask. Well he should be because he should be.
"Oh no that man runs away from marriage. Currently he is single, and will hit on anything and anyone in sight. Including you," I don't know if this was a warning orrr, oh well if he does we will see.
"James, do you still have that white shirt? The one you used to wear 3 years ago?" I ask him. He look's sexy in that.
"No, but I bought a new one. It's exactly like that one. Why?" he says.
"It looks good on you," I tell him.
After laughing and saying thanks he turns on the radio. The song Whistle by Flo Rida comes on and I just want the car ground to swallow me up. I can feel my face burning, but, I never thought it would be red untill James points it out.
"Aila, fuck why are you so red," he says while laughing his ass off. I touch my cheeks as if that'll tell me if my face is red or not. I take my phone and turn the camera on, indeed I'm red. Fuck.
"Uh um," I can't even talk because these lyrics are killing me. And then my phone rings.
"Yeah Piri?" man Piris timing is really wrong.
"Who are you blowing?" what the fuck. I'm gonna kill her.
"Piri do you wanna die? James can you please turn the radio off?" I ask him. He laughs and turns it off. Phew.
"Okayyyy nigga I see what you trynna do there. You lowkey doing the deed but anyways hot damn nigga the guy you got for me is a sexy beast. Like dude he's so hot, so hot. And nice and it's just yummy," she says. I laugh my ass off. I'm laughing so hard that I've to clutch my stomach because it hurts.
"Piri, man go have fun with him," I tell her.
"But man the thing is that, um, when I was face timing him I farted so loud that he heard and I got embarrassed and turned off my phone. What if he thinks I'm a disgusting woman?" She says.
"Yoooo chill, you did not," again the laughter starts.
"Man habibi help me," only she would pull a stunt like this.
"Okay listen up. He's probably thinking you're weird, but man it's natural everyone does it. Just call him back tomorrow and meet up somewhere," I tell her.
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Intoxicated In His Love #Wattys2015
Romance"Let me explain," his eyes pleading. Words slurred and he kept whispering his apologies, as if it could fix this. "D-don't touch me! I c-can't believe I gave you my everything to get this in return," ...
