After The Storm

{twenty-seven}; bitch

Myla J. Mitchell//

It was ten thirty and me and Xena decided on going to see our little boo's. I was honestly just bored and she mentioned food if I drove and I wasn't turning that shit down at all, so before we got here we went to Sonic.

Xena ran upstairs to Timmothy's room and I just followed the laugher that was most likely coming from outside on the deck. I already knew it was a thousand niggas here just by all that noise.

When I walked out back all the laughs stopped and everybody looked at me.

"How the fuck you get in the house?"

"Good evening to you too motherfucker but you should really invest in that fingerprint shit cause Xena fye as hell with a bobby pin." I joked

"Y'all broke into my house!?"

"Pipe down shawty, Timmothy gave her a key a long time ago. I was joking."

"And them fingerprint lock things expensive as hell that's the rich people shit yo family on."

"You right, but I'm rude, I'm Myla."

"OOOOHHHH!" All five niggas yelled in unison. "You the girl that's got this nigga whipped without giving him none."

"I'm weak as fuck! Clarence they on yo ass!"

"Shut up."

"You know I just noticed something."

"What's that?"

"You not fucking broke. I was starting to worry if you was just flexing to me about this being ya house cause bro the way you was dressing all the time I was like this nigga really live in a trash can and don't want me to find out."

"Ayo!"

"You talking bout the crocs with the socks and sweatpants?" One of them asked

"Yhup."

"Told yo ass you be looking broke as fuck!"

"Be out here looking like Cookie Monster and shit." I said and everybody, including Zion, started laughing and I took advantage of the moment and took a picture.