i walked into the studio part of his house and the smell told me what carti was up to right away
all he did when he wasn't with me was smoke and make songs with his niggas
and there he was chilling in the hallway with an half smoked blunt looking fine as ever
"hi princess" he gave me a goofy smile and pulled me to him by my hips with his free hand
"when we gon smoke together?" i questioned before i caressed the back of his neck. he got serious.
"you not allowed to smoke period." he said with authority "if i catch you smoking imma beat ya ass.... matter fact don't even think about it"
carti and my older brother have been best friends since middle school so we started off with a big brother type friendship till one day we was both horny at the right time in the right place
but sometimes he just won't let that protective mentality go
"so you could have a whole blunt in your hand but i can't even think about smoking it? you not my daddy" i rolled my eyes and crossed my arms
carti looked taken aback. "oh i'm not??" he got even more up close and personal
his breath tickled my face and he looked down at me as i stayed looking at his chest
"so what you be calling me when i be up in yo pussy?"
i stayed quiet
"oh igh" he chuckled backing up
i held an unamused look so he pecked my lips
"but for real for real no smoking for the baby ya hear me?"
"yes jordan" i huffed
"big ass baby" he laughed on his way out
what he didn't know was that 'the baby' had smoked plenty of times before, and was i finna light up in a couple of hours too
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carti wasn't home. it was just me and my best, camai
we were chilling in my spacious walk in
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the plan was to get high n stay that way until carti came back tomorrow morning from bullshitting with his niggas like usual
i watched camai breathe into the cloud of smoke i had just released
we'd been at it for a good forty five minutes - the blunt was tiny and i was just staring to feel it
"can't something sound curly?" camai asked
it was this question that let me know it had already hit her
the smell of our exclusive jamacian herbs clouded my senses
