I called up Avery. After three rings, she picked up.
"Wassup bitch?" She said in her ghetto voice.
"Aye, come over here ASAP. I need you bruh!" I said.
Over exaggerated.
"Why? Did one of them try to... you know what, don't even tell me. Bitch I'm on my way, with my baseball bat!" She said. Then she hung up.
Well, at least I got her to come...
I raced downstairs.
"Guess what Sauce?" I said.
"Donald Trump losing the election by 1 million votes?" Ross asked.
"No, and I asked Sauce. And that nigga suck, with his orange ass!" I said.
"Aye that nigga got corn hair on his head bihh!" Cameron said, making everybody laugh.
"He be getting them fake ass tans! You can see them pale ass rings around his eyes!" I said, laughing.
We went on about Corn Head for a minute.
"You cool, Laya," Ryan said.
"Thanks. Oh yeah, Sauce, guess what?" I asked again.
"What?"
"I got Avery to come over, but she might be a little–"
I was cut off by hard knocking on the door.
"Who tf that is, the police?" Trent asked.
"Oh shit!" O.K. said, hiding behind the sofa. Tf?
I went and opened the door and saw a mad Avery. She brushed past me and went straight to where the boys was, swinging her bat.
"Oh shit!" They said, ducking and dodging her swinging.
"WHO TF TOUCHED MY BEST FRIEND?! Whoever IT WAS, YOU GONE GET YO ASS SLICED AND DICED!" she said.
"Avery, bruh, chill out. Ain't nobody do none. I called you over here so you and Sauce could talk, but you tryna start a fucking rampage!" I said.
"Oh, well you ain't say that shit on the phone!" She said, dropping the bat to the floor. Really she threw it to the floor, but still.
"You ain't let me get it out!" I said.
"Um, if y'all done arguing, I'd like to talk to Avery," Sauce said.
"Oh yeah, gone ahead," I said.
They just stood there.
"Oh, y'all expecting us to leave? Hell nawl! Y'all go in the room!" I said.
"I was wondering why y'all was still standing there, I was like, tf?" Taj said.
They went upstairs and I heard the room door close.
"Haha, they closed the door," Jock said, laughing.
"Y'all some perverts," I said.
"Y'all? Uh uh, don't put me in that shit!" Trent said.
"I'm just saying," I said, sitting down.
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Short af, I know. But my bus finna come soon, and I got up early this morning.
So, yeah.
Good-deuces✌
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