"So when are we gonna stop for food. We've been on the road for a good hour and my stomach has started to eat itself." I say to her with all seriousness.
"Ugh! K. Stop asking already, you've asked thirty times in the last hour. We'll get there when we get there."
Well damn.
"Fine." I say and turn the radio up.
I don't know why but all the way up ain't even loud.....
Somebody pass me the AUX cord!
Yes I did go there.
"He better call Becky with the good hair..."
I swear every time I turn on the radio I miss the song I want. Then all the bullshit songs come on.
I mean who eats cake by the ocean. A damn crab gone snatch that shit out your hand.
"Hey K. Who is Becky with the good hair?" She asks me and I die laughing. "Is it that funny." She asks so seriously.
"Yes, yes it is."
I glance at her noticing the look on her face, before I sober up.
"To be honest, no one knows who Becky is..... they say it could be Rita Ora or this other lady named Rachel. I personally think she talking about Rihanna though."
She nods her head at my answer and we both settle into a comfortable silence.
"So....when are we stopping for food?"
"K!"
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"Mmm! I swear McDonald's has never tasted so good." It's so good I close my eyes to savor the taste.
I open them again only to see Erika all up in my face.
"What?"
"Dang. Is it good?" She chuckles and takes a sip out of her frappe.
"Yes, very good."
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My Bodyguard Hates Me
Ficción General"So when are we getting to this so-called 'safe' place." I ask his stone faced ass. I'm just trying to get a little conversation going. It is to quiet. The only thing I hear is the car engine and our- well my breathing. His quiet ass. I mean he w...
