In The Kutt

Man's Best Friend

Chapter Nine

King bumped into Kirk as he came out the bathroom,and stepped over to his room. Damn watch where you goin yo,I know you saw me. Kirk started horseplayin with King as he walked up. What nigga? Boy-Yeah. Now what, who you talkin to,Kirk said as he put him in a head lock. King tried to get free but Kirk had that whole upper body strength. Aah! Mane come on bruh stop playing,let me go! At least let me square up. Let me up,bruh! What the magic word,nigga,Kirk said back. Please,mane shit,he said as Kirk pushed him and let him go. King's phone vibrated as he hit the wall a lil bit. Oh shit she finna pull up,move,he said as he pushed past Kirk making him hit the wall even harder,and ran towards the door.

Murda was already lookin out the blind as he heard the car pull up. Aye who is that,he,asked as King opened the door. Yo momma nigga,King said back as he hurried and ran outside. The car pulled up behind Kirks car,shining one side of the headlight directly through the screen door.

King stood out there in his bummy house swag dressed for bed wearin his small gold chain without the two three pendant, white tank, and grey basket ball shorts in frost white slippers.

Hey Ms Nedra,how you doing,he said trying to speak casual. I'm doing alright,why haven't you been by the house in a while? I spoke to your momma today she she say you and Kirk don't come see her no more and yall don't answer the phone. Why ya got em,if you cant even check up on her,she said as he went around to the passengers side. Courtney got out the car and hugged King tight before kissing him.

Hey bae. What's up girl? Mwah. Look at you,lookin good,smellin all good and shit, he said complimenting her,as he took her bag.

Boy if you don't watch your mouth,Ms Nedra said as Courtney chimed in. Momma dont start please. Bye,I love you she said giving her a cue to go. Sorry Ms Nedra,King said as he waved. King and Courtney went inside as Ms Nedra pulled out and drove away.

Murda was munching on his chips as he played 2k while in full zone mode,with Golden State as his team,playing against Miami Heat. Both teams were tied up in fourth quarter with 10 seconds left.

Hey Deuce,courtney said as they came in. Deuce barked and jumped over Murda causing him to drop the controller,and lose the game. No! No! Damn,no! Deuce I'm finna put yo ass back outside,he shouted as King defended the dog. Naw,nigga naw. You dont kick yo best friend out the house. This is a man's best friend,he said as he petted Deuce. He gone come with us. We'll keep him out your way,just don't break my shit. Duece,go with Courtney,he commanded him. Duece growled at Murda and followed behind her as they headed for the room.

Nigga fuck yo best friend,keep his ass outta here. Shit. Bet you won't be sayin that when he piss on that game. Now where the weed at,nigga this my third time asking you that, I'm tryna roll one. I'm tryna die tonight,and come back to life in the mornin,Murda said as he picked up the controller,and leaned back on the couch.

Oh,hold on nigga,King said as he ran to his room. He walked inside, grabbed his pocket knife out the drawer,and reached under his bed and grabbed the pound of weed. Courtney kicked off her slippers and sat on the bed polishin her finger nails with deuce at the end as they watched tv.

Bae where my jerky at,she asked as he cut away some of the plastic. Imma get that for you in a second,give me a minute,he said as he rushed back in the front room,with the sealed clamped bag.

Here it go. Sour Diesel. This what I took Bear for,he said waving it around before tossin it to Murda. Daaamn, nigga you ain't say you had a pound, give me a lil bit for the street,I'll buy it from you. This shit sticky,where you get this from,Murda asked as he attempted to smell it.

Nigga don't worry bout that just know I got my own lil side thing goin on. If yall think I'm finna piss my summer away workin at a burger joint yall trippin. I mean I do know a job is a job,but if it don't get you what you need before school start back,I ain't even tryna do it. I'm finna be a senior,I aint got time to get no real job yet. How much you tryna buy tho? This ain't no Reggie. I'll sell you a gram,for twenty five,or I'll sell you a three point five for fourty five. You know it's 30 on the street. My prices high,cause this shit high quality. Now if it was Reggie,my price would be low. Takin them niggas customers,too. Them boys don't want no reggie. They tired of smoking that corn and mojo. They want the good shit. Here,smell that. See these strains on it? Straight outta Cali,baby. But nah this that shit me and Bear was arguing bout. This is sour diesel. And he wanted me to sell this shit for low value on the street,and I couldn't do that. If I can get some good shit and up the price on it,then I'mma do it,King said as he peeled back some of the plastic,and gave Murda a few trees.