Right Here

1.

Chris Brown

"Whateva man roll the blunt." I rolled my eyes groaning as Trevor kept complaining about his ex-Tasha.

"Alright damn." He grumbled licking the dry folds of the blunt and wrapping it.

I closed my eyes laying my head back on the cocoa brown leather couch. He took a drag of the honey-smelling blunt handing it to me.

"Trev what the fuck you couldn't do that in yo room?" I heard a feminine voice say.

I lifted my head seeing his cousin. This thick ass girl with wild curls and a doll-like face walking in the door.

"Girl you know you wanna' hit this shit." He mugged her as he continued to pull from the blunt.

"Now how the fu-, you know what whatever." She shifted her weight to one leg and then rolled her eyes going upstairs.

"What's wrong with her?" I said taking the blunt Trev.

"She probably into it with her dude." He muttered looking at the vacant staircase.

I mentally rolled my eyes as I passed blunt. A nigga was hungry now.

"Let's go get some food," I grunted rubbing my growling stomach.

He looked over at me sighing before grabbing his keys. As we both stood I grabbed my jacket and keys following him towards the door.

"Aye L, I'm out!" Trev yelled to his cousin.

"I don't care!" She yelled back.

"That's why I'm not getting you no food!" He yelled back in a matter-of-fact tone.

We heard tiny but heavy footsteps running down the steps as a smirk appeared on Trev's face.

"Trevor," she whined. "Please, where you going?" She switched to a more upbeat tone than before.

"Nah you don't care." He shrugged opening the door.

"You know I was playing." She stomped at him like a child.