YOU CANT STOP ME FROM BEING ME
IM DOPE-
KING POV...
"ugh Baby Doll can you just drop it already?"
"why you big ass baby? Look King i rarly dont get mad and use profane languge but you are pissing me off!" she said stern looking me in my eyes.
"Yanna, your like ite size, you dont scare me" she growl then puch the fuck outta my arm making me swerve, and damn near wreck" aye ma, dont make me fuck you up"
"whatever....punk ass" she hissed turning away from me. Her arms were folded and her lip was poked out. She looked so cute. Even though i love the way she look when she is in baby mode, i dont like her mad at me. So i pulled over on the free way.
" what are you doing King?" she ask never looking at me.
I sighed running my hand over my face
"im gon do it" i watched her closely as she tried to fight them lips from forming to that smile i love
"really?" she mumbled'"
"really fat head, with yo spoil ass" she giggle looking over at me
"thanks King"
"yea whatever ma" i said getting back on the road, heading back to my crib. She lean over and kissed my cheek. I smiled.
Its been 6 long, fun, hella dope months since me and Yanna decided to be friends. I gota say that girl is a big part of my world. I find myself thinking more of her, but push those thoughts away. Since Rod, and Kira came out and told us they love each other and they are a couple now we all hang out. They often tease me and Yanna about becoming a couple. Nah, were good as friends. I think....
Basketball season started, i decided no to play. One because its my last year of high school, i been playing baoo since i was 5. Two because my music is way more better than runing up and down a court sweating my ass off.
Speacking of music i just promise Baby Doll that i would tell my daddy about my meeting with Def Jam at the end of this month. Im not ready to hear that rarara bullshit from him. He dont think my shit is going to take off, but her got me fucked up. My music is me, and i am my music. Thats how its been, thats how its gon be.
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"move over girl"
"thats yo big back, come on King face it, you love being under me" she said sticking out her tongue. I stared at her
"man shut up" i hit her with the pillow and she sat back. Snuggleing under me as we watched the marathon of ROOTS.
So what i want her under me. Thats my best friend, my lil thug with her crazy silly ass.
"King" she whisper, her eyes was closed, she held me close.
" wassup?"
"what ever happen to your mother?" i wasent expecting that.
"uh, why you asking nosey?" i tried to avoid the question.
"just wondering, i notice in your house ther arent any pictures, and you nor Mr. Harris talks about her." my jaw clentched, and i felt my body tense up.
"you can talk to me you know that right? I wont judge you, ill listen and be there" she said sincere. I was hesitant at first. My mom is very toucgy subject. " i promise she looked up. I sighed
