*3 Hours Later*
I reached to turn the radio down.
"Janelle, what the fu-" (gco)
"Daddyyyyy, can we make a pitstop?"
"Where we goin' stop? We in the middle of nowhere."
I sighed and looked out the window. He tried to be slick and look at me from the corner of his eye. I CAN SEE YU YA BIG DUMBASS.
"Ok. I guess we can make a stop at this gas station up here. We need some gas anyway."
"Thank yu thank yu thank you!"
We pulled up to some gas station, I think it's Shell or Marathon, some shit like that. Dad hopped out, closed his door, and lighted a blunt. (Yea, my dad smokes weed. He tries not to do it around me tho. He tried to hide from me at first.)
I sighed and hopped out the truck, walking over to his side. He was standing with his back on the drivers side door. "Daddyyyyy, can I have some money? I want some candy"
He puffed out a big ass cloud and looked at me from behind his Ray Bans. Just for a second I could almost see his eyes. He then reached down in his pocket and handed me a $50. I looked at him crazy. Another puff of smoke and then he said, "Tell them to put $45 on seven, and then you go ahead and buy candy or pop or whatever the hell it is that you want."
And with that, he took another hit and looked straight ahead. "Ohh, ok. Thanks."
I turned to go in the gas station and he watched me walk in. Man, daddy be fucked up some times.
I go in and look around. I can hear some voices somewhere in here and the cashier lady up here mean-muggin. She bet not say shit outta line to me.
Straight to the candy isle, and I can hear some niggas conversation. "....long distance relationships anyway. You know I like more of a physical relationship, if you know what I mean."
I look past the candy and see some dude with long ass hair shale up with someone else who has a big, poofy ass afro. There's two other niggas too. They all started laughing instead of one with a colored mohawk. He just shook his head.
I quickly look away. Can't get caught staring. There's four of them. One with short curly hair, one with long hair in two braids, another one with a big afro, and then a nigga with a colored mohawk.
Where have I heard of someone with braids before....?
"Shut the fuck up. This nigga you know he wasn't gettin' any ANYWAYS!" They all burst into laughter. I can't help but giggle.
I found myself staring at them again. Well, not really all of them, I was just staring at that one... with the short, curly, hair....why does he look so familiar?
"Ahem"
I look up straight into my dads red eyes.
"Was you planning on puttin some gas into my truck?
A/N Idk if I told you he drives a 2012 H3 Hummer. I'm IN LOVE with those so [almost] everyone's gonna hav 1!
"umm, uh..." I take a quick look back at the boys, and the one with the afro taps the one with braids on the shoulder and points to me. Now they all staring.
"Hello?"
"Uhh..yeah. I was just getting something." His eyes travel around the almost empty gas station and stops at the boys. "Mmm-hmm. Just hurry up. And get me some Hot Cheetos™ and a Arizona then come on out." One more look at the boys and he walks out.
I grab my box of Reese Pieces™ and go to the freezer things. They start talking again. Somehoe I catch myself looking throught the door at him again...the curly hair nigga. His voice sounds so...familiar.
With one flick of the eyes, he's looking back at me, right through the freezer door straight into my eyes. I feel like he can see all the way down to my heart (lol, corny).
He broke our eye contact.
I took all me and my dad's shit up the lady at the register. You could tell she had some natural beauty underneath all her make-up (which was ENTIRELY too much). She was poppin her gum all loud mean-muggin' me. Strike one.
"Is this all you want lil' girl?" TF?!?
"No, I'll just have all this invisible shit.." I heard some chuckles behind me.
"Excuse me?'
"YEA, this is it."
"mm-mm." She rollin her eys at me. Oh, if she really want it them we can bump right now, shiit, I ain't neva scared. Then I remembered I was forgetting something. "Oh! And uh, lemme get 40 on seven please."
She gave the worst look she could possibly make. *hmptf.* "That's goin' be $49.70"
WHEW! Thank God we had just enough. That would've been embarrasing having to ask to take something off, and she got this attitude so she'd probably make a big deal out of it. I give her the $50 bill, and she snatches it, almost ripping it in half. Strike two.
She damn near THREW the bag at me. Strike three bitch. "I mean damn, it would't hurt you to just hand it to me."
"Don't get smart with me lil' girl." I looked out the window just in time to see my dad waving his hand telling me to hurry up. I kept my mouth closed.
"And here go yo change." She snatches the bag back, tosses the lil change in there, and throws it back to me.
I just look at her. She pops her gum again. I'm loosing it right now.
"Look you cake-face BITCH, I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU GOTTA ATTITUDE, BUT YOU NEEDA GET YA SHIT TOGETHER. DON'T GET YOSELF HURT, RAGGADY-ASS HOE."
Someone's laughter bursted behind me. It was the four guys again. They came up behind me when I came to the register and watched the whole thing.
I started to walk out, but turned back around. "Loose some all that cheap ass make-up and that ugly ass attitude and MAYBE you can get chu a man, 'cuz you really need some dick, fr."
I turned to leave out, and caught the aye of the boy with the curly short hair. He winked at me and then I walked out.
My dad was already halfway to the gas station. "What took so long? I thought I was gone have to come in there and drag you out."
"The cashier was having a bad day and I helped her out."
"You did not."
"But I did though."
"Well, aren't you so nice."
"You know it."
He filled up the tank and we we're on the road again.
fast forward to couple hours later. ☺
Someone's shaking me. Someone's is shaking me, calling my name. No, leave me alone, lemme sleep. Don't wake me up, plz. I want to keep dreaming. This boy, he's in my dream.His hair, oh, his hair is so soft. Leave me alone dad...
i left you hanging... :P
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