Paris And Her Thug

Chapter 12

Kool's POV

Its 1:45 I know Paris got the car by now They said they'll have it delivered by 12:45

*Phone starts to ring

"Yo?"

"Hey kool we dropped the car off , sorry for calling so late man we -"

I ended up cutting him off "Yea yea yall good man, what was her reaction?"

"Oh boy , she was real shocked , she didnt believe it was her car till I gave her the letter !"

"Haha awlman aight , preciate it"

"anytime"

"One"

Shid im up here at the trap house , i told Tito what I did , he said "My nigga" and gave me a hug.

That man crazy ! I left my number on the letter for a reason I hope she use it hell she BETTER use it
Im getting her old car fixed still though incase she need a lil backup or some

"Aye Tito!"  I yelled from my office

"Yea nigga?"

"im finna head to my mama house. It's Sunday you know what that mean bra! But I need you to handle business here while im gone"

He gave me a crazy ass look

"What nigga? can yo ass fucking hear?" i said to him

"Nawl hoe I can hear , im just finna look at yo ass like you dumb ! knowing aine finna stay here while you at mama crib eating , hell im hungry too!" he said serious asf

"I knew I shouldve never mentioned - " before i could fucking finish he gone cut me off

"Nawl you did right bra !"

He was smiling hard as hell , he love food ! 
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*At mamas house , rings door bell

"Boy you know you den fucked up nie" Tito said too me , im already hipped

"Arhmad use yo damn key , I told you about that!" she said opening the door looking mad , i love her tho

"Well da ... Dang mama , hey to you too" had to catch myself  , sheon like me cursing in her house which ion blame her , cause its disrespectful

"hey Tito how are you?" she asked , giving him a hug

"Im good Mama Carol how you been?"

"I've been alright , thanks for asking"

She can tell I was getting jealous , she gone come over there ona couch and start babying me ! before she went back ina kitchen

I've been the only child all my life and I still love that attention from my mama

Both of my parents were in the Military thats how they met , I was born in North Carolina on base, they got married but divorced when I was around the age of 5 barely heard from him since then

"Come on in here and fix yall plates Arhmad ! I know thats what yall here for especially Tito greedy ass ! Lord forgive me " we heard her say ,yelling from the kitchen

We started fixing our plates , the pigfeet wasnt done yet ! To me it seem like they take forever to get done so i just fixed what was all ready done

*Phone starts ringing

Ion know this number , this bihh finna just ring ! im hungry too

"Aye bra yo phone ringing"

"Nawl dumb ass my phone ringing"

"Watch yo mouth Arhmad"

"Im sorry ma!"

*Phone rings again

Answers:

Man hello ! Speak?

*silence* all i heard was someone breathing

Look ion have time to be playing games! i said getting frustrated

Then i heard a kid yelling "Mommyyy ball" the person was tryna shush the little boy then they hung up

Who could this be ? i thought to myself. then a name clicked in my head Paris!!! i did remember seeing a carseat ina back of her car at the party

"Yes! Its Paris , Paris , Paris !" i said outloud unintentionally

"Boy what the hell wrong with you?" my mama asked coming ina kitchen. Tito was killing himself laughing
I guess this a good time to tell her everything ! then ill text Paris

So I told her the story
"You think you a smooth operator huh? Just like your daddy" she said

Here we go with this