Today's the last day the mothafuckin feds will be in my house. They said they've been submitting information and will let us know if we can go get Carlous tomorrrow. I'm so excited. Especially to get these feds out my house.
"Bye baby." she kissed me on the cheek.
"Were is she going?" Stacy asked.
"To get her hair done." I answer.
"Raul, go with her."
"What? Why can't you go?"
"I went last time know go."
"FIne."
They walked out the door. Stacy went upstairs. I flipped the channel to Ridiculousness. It was in the middle of my favorite Category, Shit Whips. Man this show is funny. Some one turned off the T.V.
"Tha Fuck?" I was tryna find the remote. I saw it on the floor. I reached for it and saw a pair of black velvet heels. Kim. I thought she left.
"Hey, baby I thought you--" I looked up and saw Stacy. She was wearing lace bra and panties.
"Uhhhhh...." I was tryna turn on the T.V, but it wouldn't come on. I think she unplugged it.
"What the fuck are you doing."
"Black, lets not play games. You're attracted to me." This bitch been smoking.
"You obviously didn't just see my girlfriend walk out the door." I said.
"Oh come on. Do you want medium sized ass, or big ass?" She put her booty in my face. What the fuck is her problem?
"I see you staring at my phatty, daddy." That's Fuckin it. I swept her legs from under her to get her out my face. I stood up.
"First of all, I love my girlfriend. We grew up together, we hustled together. Second off you like 27. Do something with yo life. Find a 30 year old. Or fuck that nigga you work with. Thirdly, I don't know who told you what you got is a phatty. That's some meat thrown together. Lastly, even if I sort of liked you, I don't date the feds. Now please, plug up my T.V and continue yo investigating." She did as I asked and started upstairs.
"Oh, and Stacy?"
"Yes?" She asked, depressed.
"Lemme hear a negative report that was written today when have that meeting tomorrow." She walked upstairs.
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Kim got home around 3. She got her hair all curly. She jumped in my lap and kissed me.
"What do you think?"
"It's pretty." I wrapped a lock around my finger. Stacy was sittin across from us. I didn't even notice her. We sat there and made out on the couch. I got a text.
<Begin of Convo>
Wedontgivafuck: Them birds still tryna poop
LongD_nigga: Yea but they finna go tommorow.
Wedontgivafuck: Ai8 word
<End of Convo>
"I'm hungry." Kim. She loved Anita's cooking.
"Anita!" She walked into the living room drying her hands.
"Yes sir?" Anita was a 34 year old maid. She was like a mother to me. More than my actual mother. -__-
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Teen FictionThe weed game..it's risky. Blac and his friends deal weed. The friends grew up in a orphanage. They stuck together. Now, They've come up with a way to change the way it's distributed. This comes with haters, imitators, and problems. Blac has to hold...
