"Then I suggest we talk." he spoke. I scoffed.
"No hell naw nigga. Ion fuck wit You to talk to you. Fuck you mean."
"Nigga im tryna get the fuck from round you myself so can we atleast set up terms and conditions? Cause to be honest, im high key over this arguing shit. Cause having beef? Thats dead." He spoke and i heard the serioisness. I sat up.
"Fine. Lets set terms and conditions." I spoke. He opened his mouth to speak. I cut him off.
"Number 1. Dont call me a bitch ever ever again." i said. He nodded.
"Didnt plan on it. I low key went over board too."
"Lowkey hell. Nigga that was too far."
"Iight stop calling me a pussy. I aint a pussy. I eat it and beat it." He said. I put a hand up.
"TMI and deal." i said and suck out my hand. He pushed it back.
"I got one more. Dont speak on my music if you ain't got nothing good to say." he said. I cocked my head to the side and watched him watch me. His face held so much seriousness that i couldnt even crack a smile.
"Why is that so important to you? Its just a hobby right?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Not for me. No. I uh.... wanna be a rapper." he said. I smiled.
"Bullshit."
"No im forreal. I already got a fan base and albums and videos. The whole 9. Im tryna make a living out of this. Thats why I got so offended when you said something about my music downstairs. I just wanna do something to help myself and my family and possibly my future family." He spoke, staring at the floor. I watched him. Listening to him talk, it sounded like I would hang out with him. I began to wonder out loud.
"Why we hate each other anyway?" I asked. He looked up and creased his eyebrows thinking about it. He smirked.
"To be honest I can't really remember. Its was a long ass time ago." He spoke. I thought about it. I know it was like 10th grade or something like that. My eyes widened and I gasped.
"I remember. We were like best fucking friends." I spoke. He nodded.
"Yeah I remember that."
"Yeah it was something about a nigga that we got mad at or...."
"The schools fuck boy tried to talk to you. I told him that's wasnt gonna happen. You were a virgin and I wanted you to keep that. He was the type of nigga to fuck and keep it pushing and i didn't want him to do that to you." He explained. Liar. Said he didn't remember. I nodded in realization.
"I found out and got mad at you. That you messed up my chances with him. Words were exchanged and that's it. We weren't cool after that." I spoke. Lucas chuckled softly.
"I think you said something about me always treating you like a lil kid. Or babying you." he said. I played with the purple rug and smiled.
"Yeah you was like, 'if you was willing to damn near give yourself up for a nigga then yes you are a baby'. You called me Naive." I said with a small smile. He chuckled.
"You called me so many names that day. I aint even know your vocabulary was so extensive when it came to cursing a nigga out." he said. I laughed.
"You pissed me off though. I wanted a boyfriend and you got in the way."
"It might have been because I liked you back then. Like a tiny ass crush." he said nonchalantly. I looked at him weirdly.
"You? Had a crush? On me?" I spoke. He nodded.
"Yep." he said nodding. I hit him. He chuckled.
"Ouch. What I do?" He said with a small smile.
"Why you aint tell me dipshit? I low key liked your ugly ass too." I said. He shrugged.
"I was what? 16? No dude knew how to express themselves then. Anyways I believed that you wasnt feeling me so I left it be." he spoke. I sighed and shook my head.
"Shit would be a lot different if you told me that then. We probably wouldn't be so hateful towards each other. other." I said and shook my head. He chuckled.
"We probably would still be together." he spoke. I giggled.
"What makes you think that?"
"Because I know. Stop questioning me." he said. I laughed.
"Yeah. So we okay now?" I asked. He nodded.
"Yeah we straight." he said. I opened my arms.
"Hug it out?" I asked. He chuckled and stood up, helping me to my feet. He opened his arms and i walked into them. He wrapped his arms around my waist and i wrapped my arms around his neck. To be honest we held each other longer than necessary but I didn't mind.
"Let's go watch the movie now." he said as we seperated. I nodded and headed for the door. I knocked on it.
"Can you guys let us out now?" I yelled.
"Are y'all good now?" Brianna asked. I nodded.
"Yeah we straight." Lucas spoke.
"Are you guys friends?" she asked in a childish voice. Unsure of the answer I looked up at Lucas.
"Yeah we friends." he spoke. Taking a look at me and then winking. I giggled.
"Naw she giggling. Y'all fucking?" Dillyn said. I sucked my teeth.
"Really dude? Open the door." I demanded.
"Sheesh a nigga just wanna know." He spoke. I heard the door unlocking and we walked out.
"Best friends!!" Brianna cheered. I smiled.
"Yeah I guess. We cool or whatever." I said. She clapped her hands.
"Good now lets go watch a movie for real for real this time." We followed her downstairs and got comfortable in our seats. It being a lot easier to share a blanket with Lucas since we were cool now. We actually ended up cuddling but only as friends. At least ion hate the nigga no more.
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Hey. So a quick question. How many of you guys would read That Act Right Part 3 if Dillyn was the dude? I'm thinking about doing one for him but I aint so sure y'all would read it. I just know his shit would be aggressive sex and shit like that.
