Miyah and I finished our music and had nothing to do. We would go outside but it's too cold and there's already half a foot of snow. I decide to text Steez.
Me: Haiiiii 😊
It took him about two minutes to reply.
Steez: Sup? ✌🏾️
Me: Just really bored. Wbu?
Steez: Being bored with you lol
Me: Ugh :(
Steez: Don't be said. Let's do something about it. Meet me somewhere?
Me: Not really trying to go out. I don't wanna get sick.
Steez: I feel you. Video chat?
Me: oovoo?
Steez: Yeah, you got it?
Me: Yeah what's your name on there?
He gave me his name and I put it into my laptop and called him. He picked up almost immediately.
"Yooooo!" He said.
"I was scared you wasn't gonna pick up." I chuckled.
"Who are you talking to now?" Miyah asked.
"Your friend?" Steez asked.
"Yeah." I rolled my eyes. "Her annoying ass."
He laughed. "What's good mama?"
"Nothing. Bored as shit and just talking to you." I shrugged.
"Word." He agreed. "My boy wanna see you."
"What boy?"
"My friend Joey." He said. "Jo-Vaughn!"
"What?" I heard in the distance.
"Come here! This that girl I told you I was talking to in the coffee shop."
Another dude came up on the screen.
"SHEESH! My badmon is tingling. That's a nice sumchin you found Steezy." Joey said. In a I'm guessing Jamaican accent.
"Nigga move! Sus ass." He pushed him away.
I started cracking up. "Fuck is a badmon?"
"Just his nickname." He rolled his eyes at him. "No Joey don't come over here."
"Whyyyy?" I heard him ask.
"Because I don't want you in my space with your badmon!"
I started laughing again. "You guys are adorable!"
"Hell no." He chuckled. "Nigga is crazy."
We spent a couple of minutes just running our mouths. Him and I were getting along very well and I started loosing my feelings for Jesse and catching them for Steez.
Next chapter is crayyyyyyy!!! Get ready y'all 🍆💦
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FanfictionThere is no easy walk to freedom anywhere, and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires. - Nelson Mandela
