"Girl you got to be kidding me?!" Beck was furious. She didn't understand why she hadn't told her sooner.
Jasmine wasn't even thinking about it at the time. Almost a week later she is telling Beck about the passionate moment between Oliver and herself. "I'm sorry beck!! What do you want me to do? Message you immediately after?"
"That's exactly what I want you to do!!! Girl you like a daughter to me!!" She took another puff and passed the pipe over to Jasmine. "I care about ya girl. I definitely don't wanna see you hurt over some skinny ass white boy."
"Damnit Beck, if he hurts me I swear to God. I've been through enough, don't you think?"
"Yeah girl, to be so young. Yeah you have."
They puff and pass and puff and pass. Before you know it, the bowl is gone and they are out of their minds. Lost in an array of color. That's when it hit her, like a brick wall. Beck has to know something. Beck is never this concerned. Beck only gets concerned if she knows more to the situation.
"Spill. Now."
Beck looked up, shocked. Almost alpalled. "I beg yo pardon?" She said almost to innocently.
"You know something, something I dont and I wanna know what the fuck it is, now!"
"I was beginning to wonder if you would ever catch on honey." Beck smiled wider than usual. "Why don't you go on and pack anotha because honey you gone need it."
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Perfect Strangers
RomantiekThis is somewhat of a love story. Please, no hate. First one.