Kamiya
Jamila- Movies over
I read over her text and then put down the rib. I call a waitress over to get my bill.
"Your meal was already paid for by the man at the bar." She told me.
I turned to thank the man. He was an elderly man.
I tipped the waitress and walked out. I was always told to put the money in their hand because people steal. I drove the 15 minute drive to the theater. When I pulled up I saw her leaning against a black Camaro. I honked the horn and they both turned to me.
She started to walk toward the car but the boy grabbed her and she turned to him. He kiss her lips and gave her a hug. She turned back to me and sped walked to the car.
When she got in she start breathing hard and shit.
"That was his fuckin car. He drive a 2017 Camaro Miya." She said.
"How old is he?" I asked.
"16." She said
"You not just using this boy right?" I asked.
"I didn't know he was fuckin rich. I liked him because he was cute and sweet but damn. And his lips are so fuckin soft." She said.
"He asked you out?" I asked.
She just nod her head with a wide smile.
"Imma be obsessed over him." She said putting her head in her hand.
"At least he'll know your loyal." I said pulling out of the parking lot.
"He better be loyal." She said.
"You saw the way he pulled you back for a kiss? He's a keeper." I said.
"Hopefully. He got an older brother too." She said.
"Okay." I said.
"He just turned 21 Miya." She said.
"Why you telling me?" I asked.
"Because we can double date." She said.
"I would first have to know and like the boy before we double date." I said.
"You need to get back out there. Trey fucked up but I know you'll find something 100x better." She said.
"I'm okay Mila. I'm graduating soon and I'm just focused on that." I said.
"You graduating in a week. What's gonna happen after that?" She asked.
"I'm going to work harder and get a second job so we can get out of those apartments." I said.
"I love you Miya." She said.
"Love you too lil nigga." I said.
"You just gotta fuck something up." She said.
Cameron
I was having a good ass sleep. My ass was drooling and everything but somebody keep ringing my damn doorbell. I turn on the tv cameras and saw that it's Mikah.
I throw on a shirt and walk downstairs to open the door. When I do this nigga walk in grinin' and shit.
"Man what the hell wrong with you?" I asked.
"My girl...she just so damn perfect. She got nice curly hair, she slim thick, she got this cute laugh, she like the same bullshit I do. Man she perfect for me." He said.
"Y'all fuck yet?" I asked.
"This why I don't tell you shit." He said.
"Alright man sit down and calm down. Tell me how it went." I said.
