A Thugs Kisses

Let Me Find Out.!

Davein is driving me, Ace, and Vanessa to our house. The car ride is quiet. I knew once we got to the house, me and Vanessa were about to get cussed out. I wanted to say something but I knew Davein wasn’t going to answer me.

We pull in to the house. I get my bags and get out the car. I walk into the house and go straight upstairs and put my stuff down. I plopped down on the bed. I was tired. I need to get in the shower. Then Vanessa walked in the room.

“Vonyae I’m scared. They haven’t said anything since we have left jail. I think there ploting against us.” Vanessa said.

“I think so to. What should we do?” I say.

“Girl in Puerto Rico, if something like this happened, we run.” Vanessa said. I laughed at her, because she is so serious.

“Vanna and vonyae, come here.” I hear Ace yells. Damn I thought I could go to sleep and wake up tomorrow and it all is over. I look at Vanessa and she looks at me. We slowly walked to the end of the hall, and looked down at them.

“Huh.” We both said at the same time.

“Come here.” Ace said. They were waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. We walked down the stairs.

“Before we get cussed out, I just wanted to say that it’s no our fault.” I say.

“Soon as yall two get together, yall get into trouble. So yall can no longer be left alone.” Davein said.

“It was just one time. It won’t happen again.” Vanessa said.

“I know it won’t, cause you and vonyae aint hangin together by yall selves,” Ace said to Vanessa.

“I’m a grown ass women. You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do.” Vanessa said.

“I just did. Yall two have to be supervised at all times.” Ace said,

“Bullshit. I’m 17; I can do what I want.” I say.

“You know what we said.” Davein said.

“Well you know what we said.” I say. I fold my arms over my chest and Vanessa put her hands on her hips. What the fuck are they thinking, were not 5?

Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)

Pull up in that new rarri (yea)

Living like John Gotti (the mob)

Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)

Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)

Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)

Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

 

            Davein phone rings and he walks into the living room. I hope they don’t think were realy going to listen to them. Davein walked back into the room.

“Baby I got to handle some business; I will be back in a few hours.” Davein said. He leaned forward for a kiss.

“Nawl. You good.” I say as move him away from me.

“It’s like that. Awl, okay. I will be back by 12:00pm” Davein said.

“Why, its only 7:30.”  I say.

“Because you didn’t want to give me a kiss.”

“So. Don’t mean you can come hear anytime you want to.” I say.