Damon
"Rozelle!" My voice echoes through the mall.
No answer.
"Scoo-lee-ooo!" I call for him.
I look around to see if he heard me.
His fucking phone died and that nigga is my ride. I'm ready to leave.
"Scoo-lee-ooo," I hear.
My eyes lock on Rozelle.
I stick my tongue out.
My nigga got my call!
"Haha!" I laugh out loud as hell.
I start milly rocking and Rozelle start Harlem shaking.
"Ahh!" He yells back.
I make my way to him and slap the fuck out his neck, just because.
"My phone died," He says.
I knew that.
I suck my teeth.
"I figured."
He pulls out a random chicken tender and takes a bite in slow motion like I can't see his ass. I take it from him.
"Where did you even get this from?"
"My pocket," he answers.
What bruh? I was expecting a restaurant name.
I finish eating it.
"Shit good as fuck, gimme another one," I demand while chewing.
Rozelle, literally, unzips the side of his coat and hands me a tender.
Oh no!
My stomach clenches as my body gets consumed by happiness.
"Oh god, it's real!" tears start rolling.
He's the best.
"Here. I know you fuck with honey mustard," he says in his deep ass voice.
I look down and this nigga is really handing me a baby container of honey mustard. I just start bawling. I hand him my bags and take it from him.
"I love you nigga," I say as tears roll down my face.
I do. He could make me happy when I'm the most mad. That's my brother.
My phone rings.
As soon as I look at I answer. I stuff the chicken in my mouth.
Yes, I got his number. I was just like yo, blah blah, here you go, gimme yours.
I smile to myself.
"Wassup?"
"Hey, I'm buying us food today. What do you want?" Cody asks.
This friends thing is better than I thought it would be. I do have to stop myself sometimes though, it's making me fall for him harder.
"For real? Look at God," I laugh.
Cody fell asleep in my bed and I just wanted to climb in and wake him up with Lil Big Damon.
