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Keeis, Kid Red and Big Hood all left to go get us all food and drinks from Wendy’s. Why does it take three people to ride and go get takeout food? I don’t know. However, Christopher, on the other hand, is still here. And this lazy negro is supposed to be up and moving furniture around and helping me set up everything. But instead, he is spread crosswise of the sofa cushions sleeping like a nigga that got two jobs. I tread up to the sofa, reach out my hands to his arm and whack a bare spot on his arm. Chris groans, then shoos me away. “No Chris… come on… stop playing and get up… for real.” I go to hit his shoulder again so he can get aggravated and wake his ass up, but he keeps saying he’ll get up in a minute, as if we have time to waste. I am tired as hell and ready to drop like a fly my damn self so we have to get as much as moving done we possibly can. “You gone quit fuckin’ wit’ me when I’m sleep or I’mma bite yo’ ass.” Christopher croaks in a raspy tone and I furrow my eyebrows up. “Nigga, I double-dog dare you.” I furrow my eyebrows up, then turn my back to him and teasingly wiggle my booty in front of his face and that’s when Chris quickly sits up, lifts up his arms and encloses a tight grip over my thighs to lock onto my legs as he swoops me up and pulls me down on top of him then gently bites me on the neck. “Okay, okay… stop…… we have to finish unpacking.” I whine, trying the best to my ability not to giggle. I stretch my hands out to his chest to push him away. “Don’t try and act like you care about unpacking now when you was just hitting me a minute ago.” He presses his fingertips into my sides and tickles me furiously, then withdraws his hands after I scream and plead for him to stop. “Next time I ain’t gonn’ be so easy on you.” his tone seeps out raspingly gazing down at me. “What you mean the next time? Nigga I didn’t say you could spend the night.” I retort sassily. “But I guess.” I smack my lips and flutter my eyelashes in an eyeroll and just then, he compresses his fingertips into my side and tickles me again furiously.
