A few seconds go by , and you see Princeton walk in.
You are relieved as ever .
“ Aw , man , Ray ! You made Tacos ? SWEEET .” (: He takes one , and walks up stairs .
You then see Prod walk in with a nba basketball. Thy must have been shooting hoops.
Prod : “Aha ! Take that PRINCE ! I AM THE MASTER of basketball !” , he yells .
Ray : “ You can't beat me , though .”
Prod : “ I BET I CAN .”
Ray : “ Nahh , you CANT .”
Prod : “ Alright . You'll see in a minute . Soon as I finish these Tacos .”
Ray : “ Man . I wanna play NOW . I guess i'll battle Roc .”
Ray grabs the ball from Prod and walks outside .
Prod studies you're face, and says : “ Aye . Whats wrong , mammi ?”
You sit there in silence , and thinks .
He walks over to you . “ Tell me .”
You sigh and say : “ You can keep a secret , right Prod ?”
“ More than anyone .” , he said putting two tacos on his plate .
“ Alright , well . .” , you start . “ I did something bad . VERY BAD .”
He turned to you and said : “Like what ?”
You sigh : “ I had sex with Roc .”
Prod looks up from his taco .
He stares at you fro a second and ask in a low voice : “ You . Did . WHAT ?”
YN : “ I had sex with Roc .”
Prod : “ WHY THE HELL ?! “
YN : “ SHHHHHH ! Stop being so loud .”
Prod : “ NO . I can't - - - why would - - what the HELL is you're PROBLEM ?!”
YN : “ Idk . It just happened so fast - -
Prod cut you off : “ How could you ? FIRST Ray is you're boyfriend . THEN , you promised Princeton a kiss , which I should STILL woop you're ass for , and NOW you're f'cking Roc ?”
You gasp as you remember that you promised Princeton a kiss.
“Shit , I forgot about that . . .” , you whisper .
“ You're turning into a hoe , you know that ?” , Prod says .
YN : “ No . I'm not . It's just . .”
“ JUST WHAT ?” , he says crossing his arms .
YN : “ You guys are so cute . I dont want you all like a hoe , but you guys just tempt me .”
Prod “ SHIIII . . . Well , dont cross over this border . Because , after all you're doing , i'll be DAMN if I lt you get some of me .”
Prod took his plate of tacos , and went up stairs . . .
