Concrete Rose.

chapter 4

TREY PICTURE ON MM

Trey POV

I woke up with a mad head ace. when they say take it to the head they be serious. I look to the side and see a bad ass bitch layin right next to me butt naked. ohhhh Trey you can't control yourself haha. I went to the other side of the bed woke ha ass and told her to get the fuck out my house. she rushed and grabbed her stuff and ran out. I went down stairs to grab some cereal. (yeah I ain't know how to cook and.....) I ate and as I was about to walk up to ma office I get a text from Davon asking me if we still in for the party like HELL YEAH NIGGA. ight ight so y'all heard right yo boy havein a party at the crib. it gon be live af. everybody be showin up. I just hope chanel fine ass be there. I know we started off on the wrong foot. But I bet she can't stay mad (smirking). I decided to hit up chanel to see if she comein ;).

TEXT MODE

me: yooo waz gud ma?

(she ain't answer)

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(I decided to watch some t.v and smoke a dub And she answer like a half out later)

chanel: what you want Trey.

Me: aye what took you so long to answer bruh?!

chanel: it's called business nigga sum that you don't have.

me: there You go....that mouth again. haha you lucky I like you ma.

chanel: nigga whateva ight what you want bruh.

me: just wanted to see if my chanel comein to the crib tonight........ for the party.

chanel: I don't know. But don't hold ya breath cuz.

me: ight lil mama see you soon ;)

chanel:  nigga bye.

TEXT CONVO OVER

haha she to cute. she real different though. I ain't neva had someone Like her doe. them hoes always be easy.  but I ain't lookin for that long relationship shit. I just want a piece of that and leave. ain't no body got time for relationships.

KNOCK KNOCK

my thoughts got interrupted by the door so I head to see who it is. I peep at the peep whole and it the boyz. all of them line up to clap me up.

Davon: Damn nigga you in a robe and sandles And everything haha.

keaton: aye it's comfortable I dont blame him. but haha this funny.

Jordan: dayummm aye can I have one of those. (he puts his head in my shoulder rubbing it )

Me: nigga what the fuck get off! (I slap him on the back of his head)

they all sit on my couch and watch t.v. they put there feet up on MY DAMN COFFEE TABLE. so I walk up behind them and slap them all on they head's.

me: I know y'all ain't fucking crazy. y'all know this shit expensive all y'all dumb asses know y'all don't mess up my Damn furniture. (I mug they black asses).

Jordan: (mumbles) mommas boy.

they all laugh and I got to the kitchen nodding my head. don't get me wrong I love my momma but I ain't a mommas boy. well I don't think so.... so they follow behind while I look in the fridge. I turn around to see them sitting at the counter.