Walking down the sidewalk, I laugh to myself tryna figure out what this nigga was thinking but now that I think about it he clearly wasn't. See, me and niggas these days don't get along and you'll never see a bitch like me, bad as ever, independent wit all this money settling for no nigga, EVER! I'm too into getting this money.
My phone buzzes in my jean pocket as I walk up my stairs to my front porch and its a phone call from my brother, Vincent. The ONLY nigga I'm closest to. I quickly answer hitting the green button on my phone and puts the phone up to my ear.
"Yo." He says speaking in a low deep tone.
"Hey, wassup." I say while putting the phone on speaker walking in my house, putting my phone down on the charge dock.
"You busy? I'm stopping by for minute, you tryna spark up?" He says while he play loud trap music in the backround.
"Hell yeah, come through." He hangs up after I say that and I head over the my drawer where I put my weed, picking the bag up and walks back over to the living room, throwing it down on the table.
Hearing the door unlock, I realize it's my brother. "Yooo" He yells from the front door as he comes in he realizes I'm sitting right here in the living room.
"What the fuck you yelling for my nigga, come in and sit down." I say looking at him, laughing a bit as a smirk creeps on his face. "Oh hey sis." He speaks again but in his low deep tone this time, coming over to me after he closes and locks the front door, he plops beside me and hugs me tightly.
"Aight aight! C'mon wit all that shit, man." I growl with attitude, pushing him off me. "Why you always acting like you don't love me and shit?" He says as he takes a pack of dutches out of his pocket, pulling one out the pack and begins to split it in half, pealing the paper off the dutch.
"I do, but you know how I am!" I roll my eyes watching him as I do the same, beginning to roll my weed up, putting my L up to my mouth and licking all over it to close it up. "So, uh whatchu been up to besides sitting in this house, smoking up my weed?" He chuckles a bit as I punch him the arm playfully after. "THE WEED I PAID FOR!" I yell before punching him again. "And nothing, I went to the club last night..I met this nigga, and he wanted to exchange numbers but then tried to invite me to breakfast this morning. Like the fuck?"
My brother sits there shaking his head at me while I talk. "Oh shit, forreal? Is he cool?" He says as he begins to light his L up and inhales his. "Yeah but like, breakfast though? You know I don't do breakfast and the fact that he texted my phone this early in the morning was not okay. You not my nigga." Speaking back to him, I light my L beginning to inhale mine as well, letting the smoke out my nose, getting irritated all over again at the whole situation. "I should have not even gave his fast ass my number."
"Why you acting hostile? A nigga was tryna be cool and probably had good intentions. Give him a chance, Ang." Listening to him speak, I still wasn't tryna hear that shit. "Whatever, Vin. You know I am wit that settling down shit and messing wit random ass niggas, you know how I am." Shakes my head as I glance over at him as he finishes his L, still inhaling the bottom of the blunt. "Well sis, take your time..I know how you are but maybe it's time for change. What's this nigga's name anyway?"
"Kameron" I say as I look over at him, putting my L out and sets it down on the table, sitting back against the couch. "Ah, okay. His name sounds familiar." He added then got up and looked down at me. "I probably know him, I don't know. But, it was nice sis, I gotta get back to this work. Hit me up if you need something, you cool?"
"Yeah, I'm straight. I'll catch you later." I say to him as I wave, high as shit and watches him leave while laying my head back against the couch. Damn, I'm high..
