MiMi point of view :....
Man Wayne look fresh tonight but that's my friend.... Oh who am I even kidding ? I mean yeah I know I could get him in a heartbeat but idk. I gotta boo anyways. Yup Nashawn my baby boo. But something been up with him lately he's just been kinda distant like he's hiding something. Imma find out though.
Me and wayne sitting here Watchin Friday, shit never gets old.
"yes" I say out of the blue.
"what?" He looks at me confused.
"Im still wit Nashawn." I confirm.
"oh.. That's wassup." He sound disappointed.
"Yup yuppp !" I say.
He slightly chuckles at my reply.
"and what about you and that microwavable popcorn hoe amber?"
Wayne point of view:...
Damn ... I forgot about Amber..
MiMi point of view:...
"she ain't no hoe." Wayne says.
"ohhhhhh kay." I say all sarcastic. "if you say so. I don't even know what the hell you see in that thirsty ass stank ass bitch anyway."
his mouth dropped.
"close yah mouth boo you look like you trying to catch flies or some shit." I say in a joking way.
His mouth snaps shut and all of a sudden he has this extra cocky smirk on his face.
"are you jealous of Amber?".he asks.
Ohhhhh hellll to the naw !! That's it.
I pulled out my gun on his ass.
"NIGGA WHAT!?" I ask for him to repeat his self.
His smirk disappears and his face now look scared.
"MiMi , MiMi I didn't mean it. It didn't come out right....
I cut him off.
"then try again and make it sound right."
"it it was a joke she ain't got nothing on you Mikayla." He says hopefully.
I put my gun back.
"better." I say satisfied.
it was complete silence for a couple minutes.
"why you gotta do me like that bruh."
He asks outta nowhere.
"nigga what chu mean ?" I ask.
"anytime someone try to say what's on they mind and u get mad you wanna bust a cap in they ass." He explains.
"well then they better watch who they talking to. What you said was disrespect to me. Do you know who my daddy was? Do you know where my momma is? Think about who I am before you step to me boo." I say with a load of confidence.
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!" Wayne yells at me.
My face dropped. I pull out my gun.
"SEE there you go again!" He backs up.
"I'm not finna shoot you." I say calmly.
"yeah right!" He walks back close to me and closes his eyes. "do it."
I wanna try something.
I put my gun under his couch and push it so I can't get to it.
"come on. Fucking tell.me what your thinking you no good son of bitch." I say to him beyond pissed.
