Mmm mm sugar.
It was an early Sunday morning. I decided to skip church. Yea I’m a bad boy. I have this craving for sugar. Sugar this, sugar that sprinkle sugar over all things sweet and make it sweeter. White sugar, brown sugar, sugar cubes and Kool-Aid sugar. Wonder how I got my sugar love started? Well it all started on a Friday night. I was making some Kool-Aid. Momma bought a new flavor home called Cherry-limeade. I never heard or seen the stuff and it was my turn to make Kool-Aid, and so I did. I would measure out by the Kool-Aid lid and dump it into the pitcher. I measured the next cup but stopped to sniff it. It smelled ok, but the taste, the taste I had to try for myself. So I slowly poured some into my hand and let my tongue lick the sweetness and let it dance onto my tongue. Mmm mm yummy. Yea, I’m gonna love this. It was so good I had to try it two more times. Slowly pouring some into my hand and licked it. The saliva left a pink residue of the Kool-Aid’s color onto my hand. Hmmm, I missed a spot so I went back and lapped the rest up with my tongue wanted more. Instead of pouring the 2nd cup into pitcher. I went to find an opaque cup to pour all the dry mix in and saved it for later. I poured some water in the pitcher and stir it for a minute. From what I tasted the mix was already sweetened and thus needed no sugar. I served my people some of the Kool-Aid and they seemed to enjoy it, but semaj wasn’t very fond of it. He said it wasn’t enough sugar in it.
Semaj: Chres, how many cups of sugar did you put into the Kool-Aid?
Me: *lies* two
Chi: Well, it sure doesn’t taste like 2 cups of sugar.
Semaj: It’s got too much water.
Chi: yea agreed.
Me: Are yall gonna bicker over the Kool-Aid or drink it?
They all looked at each other and continued drinking the Kool-Aid.
The next evening chi had made the Kool-Aid. When I drunk some, I could taste 4 cups of the Kool-Aid mixture. 4 cups of Kool-Aid was ridiculous.
Chi: How’s the Kool-Aid?
Me: *lies* Great
Semaj: Better than chres’s.
I shot a death glare at semaj. How dare he of all ppl criticize my kool-aid. Ass big as he is he doesn’t need any more sweets.
By the time it hit Sunday we were all out of Kool-Aid. I felt like I had a withdrawal of sugar. I NEEDED more sugar! So I went around the corner to the mini mart where they sold Kool-Aid mix very cheap. For at least $1.50. Other places would sell them at $3.99, ain’t nobody got time for that. I purchase two small cherry limeade Kool-Aid drinking mixes and bought them up to the counter.
Anthony (cashier): Hey chres!
Me: Hey man.
A: Wow. Two containers of cherry limeade??? Why you need two? For you and a friend?
Me: *chuckles* Nah, I got a family to support and we just love our Kool-Aid. Besides you’re the only one I know that sells it cheap.
A: Well *whispers* Just b/n you and me. I know a guy that sells it much lesser than what I’m selling for.
Me: How much less?
A: $.50 a container.
Me: .50 a container?
A: yup
Me: Where can I meet this guy?
Anthony grabbed the nearest blank piece of paper that he could find and wrote the details on it and handed it to me. I quickly scanned it over as he finished ringing up my items.
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Imagines by rayraynicki
FanfictionI love to write Imagines. They will range from mini imagines to multiple part imagines. So check them out. They be random as hell. xD Also I don't do personal requests, sorry. P.S. This whole book will include characters that are MB-related such as...
