Indi's POV
BEST. NAP. EVER. Can't I just sleep like that forever? Be in a deep sleep and never be woken up? Damn, death sounds good right now.
I step out the room with Riley's robe (Mo's sister) and am met by open blinds in the kitchen with the brightest light ever. I was so convinced that I slept till about 6 pm but it was only 2:30pm. Ugh.
I walk over to the living room and see Tracy laying her head on Mo's lap fast asleep while he watches the last episode of Empire. "Wait! What? Nooooo! Damn I wonder who went over! Rhonda or Anika? Damn it! Can Empire for once not end with a cliffhanger?"
"Hey bud"
He looks over with a worried face and says "Wassup pal. Do you mind wearing your own clothes. Riley's gonna be pissed if she comes home to see you wearing her robe and your clothes all over her room."
I sit down next to him on the couch. "Yeah whatever. It's a freakin robe! Your sister has thousands of dollars to buy another one. I don't care what she thinks about me wearing her ugly robe!"
Mo looks straight ahead as the TV and completly dismisses what I have to say. He slowly and gently stands up while making sure that Tracy's head stays laying on the couch and literally pulls me by my wrist to his sister's room.
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He pushes me to sit on Riley's bed and gets straight to the point while being as quiet as possible.
"What's your problem Indi? Why do you think you can just disrespect my sister's shit while she's gone and expect me to deal with your attitude, let alone let you stay the night?"
"Mo I think you're overreacting. And plus she's never here. Freakin chill, I'll clean up and organise her room the way it originally was!"
As he stands above me and looks at me with an angry face, I get up and start cleaning to distract the focus of his intimidating eyes.
"Look I'm sorry bout the attitude & disrespect. Give me 5 minutes to do what I have to do and I'll be out the house if that's what you want!"
"Don't be like that. Just stay. I'll meet you in the living room", he says and marches out the room.
I place Riley's robe on the hook and put my clothes+berret+shoes on and start getting to work on her already messed up room. It's kind of a visual representation of her; trashy, nasty n' gross.
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Mo's POV
I quietly walk over to the living room and gently place myself on the couch, making sure that I don't touch Tracy. I turn off the TV, walk to the TV and call Darrell. What would I do without that guy. He always hooks me up with the best weed and acid if my homies need it.
He picks up the phone yawning loud as ever. "I'll talk to you on Monday. I don't have it."
As Darrel's just about to hang up I say "Wait man wait! Just uh, like um, just give me a nugget bro. Nothing else just a nugget." Knowing damn well that wanted a pound for the homies and I, I'm willing to take what I can get.
"Fine. You know where to get me" He exclaims. He hangs up and I get ready to go to the spot.
I walk over to Riley's room and check on Indi and her progress. In the 2 minutes I've been gone, she's done her bed and organised the bed side table.
"I'm not done yet but I think I'll be done soon" she says. I'm still lowkey mad about the robe but that's the last thing that's important. "You heading off somewhere?" she asks.
"Yeah I'm just walking to the convenience store around the corner. I'll be gone for a good 12 minutes. Do you mind finishing what you're doing and chilling while I'm gone. I'll bring snacks if you need!"
"Yeah man that's cool! Just buy cheetos" she whispers. With her approval I walk out through the door and v-line to the front door. I open the door and meeted my weedman, Darrell. I close the door and get straight to popping off on him.
"So you do pop ups now? I tell you to meet me at the spot and yo dumbass just can't wait!" What's the deal Darrell?"
As I keep telling bombarding him with these questions, he keeps his head down and scratches the back of his neck like he's got some deep shit to say. Darrell is shaking like a crackhead as if his thick bomber jacket isn't keeping him warm. Out of nowhere, Darrell runs away at the slowest pace. He only ran 20m away, but slow enough so that I can catch him. I angrily clench the collars of his jacket and shake him once so that he looks at me right in the eye.
"Where is it man? You come to my house, don't say shit when I ask you questions and then run away from like I'm a monster! I got Indi and Tracy in the house right now, WAITING on me to buy some hot cheetos but NO, you just wanna waste my goddamn time!"
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Darrell's POV
"Dude I'm sorry. It's right here" I say in the sookiest voice ever. Mo lets my collars go and I back up from the front door onto his lawn. I reach into my right pocket and pull out my foiled up Sativa. I scratch the back on my neck again and look down as I put my hand out for Mo to come get the weed. He walks over to me and snatches it from my hand.
"Don't move! I gotta inspect this real quick" he says in the deepest and angriest tone I've heard from him. I stand there with my eyes foccused on his hands opening up the foil. He smiles and runs back into the house, insinuating that it's my que to leave. I walk off his lawn and walk home in the annoyingly scorching weather.
Mo's a dick. He's not even my friend, he's just an angry client that loves taking his frustration out on lanky and skinny guys like me. I mean yeah, maybe I should've never came to his house to drop of the weed but he knows my life, he knows where the hell I can and can't be. IT'S DAYTIME, EVERYONE CAN FUCKING SEE ME, WHY CAN'T HE GET THAT THROUGH HIS HEAD? Tracy's stuck up ass might've saw me, maybe even-maybe just-nah fuck that. People are looking for me and it's not that easy when I'm out here in the bright light.
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After my 15 minute walk from Mo's house, I finally reach home. Home for me is the single-story "abandoned" house on Carlisle Court. Being the secretive person I am, I crawl through the high bushes at the front of my house until I reach the backyard. I open the backdoor, throw my jacket on the floor and jump on my dusty couch. I turn to lay on my back, pull a joint+lighter out of pocket. As I put the joint to my lip, my phone vibrates from my pocket. I sit up and see a message from that girl thats friends with Mo. It reads "Why did you come?". Fuck I keep forgetting her name! My phone says her name is Iris but I know it's something else.
Out of all people, why would she text me? The only interactions we've had is when I let her take a sip of my bottom-shelf Vodka bottle at Jason's gathering a year ago. I get up from the couch and starting pacing back and forth, wondering if I should call or text her. After a minute or so, I call her.
The ringing stops and a soft voice picks up the phone. "Hello?"
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100 Bottles
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