Thugged Out 4: Real Life

TWO- Things Have Changed

"I thought you'd always be there for me, yeah, yeah. But if you ask me if I knew better now, hell yeah." - Ciara

MAJESTY

"Bitch, your mouth raggedy like you been chewing on some fucking rocks. Gotdamn, yo shit fucked up." I say to my nigga Qua. He over at me and Noble's place trying to talk shit. "Hell naw, you look like a soft ass girl." he says. "If he look like a soft ass girl, that mean I look like one too. Shut yo yuck mouth ass up." Noble says, looking up from his phone. We been cool with Qua since we were eleven and we all twenty two now. Time really be flying like crazy.

"Y'all lame as hell." I say, leaning back on our black leather couch. Me and Noble moved out when we turned twenty. Our parents got us a bachelor pad and we be in this bitch live as hell. "Y'all ever wondered what it's like to have sex with a Korean woman?" I ask. "Nigga, what?" Noble asks, laughing. "I'm dead ass. They so fine, bruh. I wonder how they pussy look." I say. "That shit probably pink like some raw meat, bruh." I add.

"You slow as fuck. Imma sign yo lonely ass up on Black People Meet and find you a Korean." Qua says. "Nigga, shut yo slow ass up. Why would Korean women be on Black People Meet? You slow as fuck." I say, throwing the couch pillow at this stupid ass nigga. "They could be looking for some big black cock but y'all niggas not all the way black like me so of course y'all nuts don't hang the same." Qua says, laughing. "You gay as fuck. We don't give a fuck about how yo dick is." Noble says, standing up.

"Where you finna go?" I ask. "Reign outside. She texted me and I'm finna let her in." he says. I nod my head, watching him walk out of here. "No offense but y'all sister fine as fuck." Qua says. "She don't want you, G." I say. "Who she want then?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders. I don't keep up with Reign and her love life. She could be dating a flower pot and I wouldn't even know nothing about it.

"Hey Majesty!" Reign exclaims, smiling wide as she walks in here. I stand up then hug my lil sister. I haven't seen her in a few days. All of us grew closer when we became adults because growing up, it was always so much drama and tension. We all just be chilling now. Ever since my parents got back together and became peaceful, shit got easier on us.

"Wassup? Where the rest of yo shorts at?" I ask, examining the black and white booty shorts she got on. "What's wrong with them? I'm grown." she says. I shake my head no. "Go change." I demand. "Nigga, I'm twenty one and you ain't daddy. Go on somewhere." she says. "You dressed like a thot. I should not be able to see your nipples through whatever the fuck type of belly showing ass tank top you got on." I say. "Majesty, I'm not a whore and it's just an outfit." she says. "Yeah, it's just an outfit that make you look  like a slut and I don't like it." I tell her straight up.

I don't care how old she is. If my sister looking like she one of those women who fuck everybody moving, Imma keep it real with her. I ain't no yes man. I don't have these problems with LaLa cause she think she a nigga, Dream too young to pick her own clothes, and so is Serenity. She the only one who gotta come out the house like it ain't weird ass, pervert niggas out there lurking.

"I don't look like a slut. Why can't y'all just respect the fact I'm an adult? Dude, I'm twenty one and I don't need permission from you to wear this." she says. "I like yo outfit, Reign." Qua flirts with her, grinning. "See, somebody likes it." she says, smiling. "Quit gassing her up. You know she look like a hoe. Real talk, if you finna look like you sell pussy, leave." I demand.

She sighs. "Majesty, why are you so overprotective?" she asks. "You must be forgetting all the reasons you gave the whole family to be overprotective when it come to you?" I ask. "I was a teenager, Majesty. I'm not that girl anymore so relax." she demands. "That would make sense if Presley didn't get locked up for shooting a young nigga who followed you around on some creep shit when you came out the house dressed like a whole thot a couple years ago." I tell her. "And you was almost twenty, an adult." I add.