~ Santana ~
We shopped for about two hours long. My baby got everything she wanted and I got everything I wanted, including matching outfits with my girl. She was happy and had a good day, and whatever made her happy made me happy.
Once we hopped back in the car she put her bags in the back and buckled her seatbelt. "So bae, where to next?" She asked. I thought about it for a minute. " Its whatever you want to do boo", I say. She smiles then gets this creepy look, but its so funny I chuckle at her. " What's that face for?" I say. She laughs. "Nothing, I was thinking we could go grab some food, then head to a hotel to check in, eat, and then spend our night in the pool". She said with a big kool-aid smile. I leaned in and kissed her. "Anything you want". I smile then start up the car and head to one of L.A.'s top five star hotels.
The whole ride there we talked and laughed. I could tell she had a good day, and that she was glad to spend it with me. Sometimes I wish these days could go on forever, and its sad to face the truth, knowing it can't. I glance at her a few times during the ride, kind of drifting off in memories before I even got so deep in the life . Where I could actually be with her all day everyday, from the time she woke up til the time she went to sleep. She loved that, and now that it can't be that way she hates it.
As we pull up to McDonalds she gets happy. I laugh at her and of course had a smart comment. "Fat ass got happy when we pulled in the drive thru!" I said between laughs. She mean mugged me. " You fat. Fat fucker" She said with a straight face, yet hiding a smirk. My jaw dropped. " I am not. ." I waited for a minute. "Okay, maybe a little bit. But only when it comes to taco bell". I say with a straight face. " That's what I thought. Now order me a number six with a sprite. Make yaself useful", she said in a cocky tone. I gave her a 'I'm a kill you' look. She smiled.
I ordered , paid, then dipped to a hotel. When we pulled up we got all our bags, our food and walked into the counter. " Your key ma'am ", they lady at the check out said, while handing me the card. I smiled. "Thanks Jay Dub, Aye homie when you off again ?" I asked. Ashanti gave me a dirty look and went to stand by the elevator. "Um. Ion know. I think next Saturday, why wassup ?" She asked. " We need a chill ''. I said. "Fasho". Then I dapped her and walk to the elevator and stepped in with Ashanti , beings she already had it open. When I stepped in and the doors closed she gave me a dirty look. " What?" I say raising my shoulders. She just shakes her head and watches the numbers for the floors.
We get off on the 12th floor and walk down to room 1225 . Weird, that's also the date we started dating . December 25th. The month after I turned 14, and the same day as Christmas. Best day of my life. When we get up to the door I unlock it and we walk in and drop our bags by a chair. The room was huge. It had a chandelier, a hot tub, a California King bed, and all the other perfect things to a great room. " Damn, this sexy!" Ashanti says with a big ass kool-aid smile. "True", I say in my 2chainz voice. We both laugh. "What we doing first?" I ask. She thinks for a minute before responding. "Pool, then eat?" She says, sort of like a question. I nod, then get my swimsuit which consists of a shirt like swim top, and trunks. Then change right there in the room. While her perky ass gets hers and changes in the bathroom. While she changes , I sit on the bed and check my phone. Just a few calls and texts from Nisha Jay and Noodles wanting to know where I'm at. I hit em back and let em know. Just as I hang up Ashanti walks out. Looking sexy asf. I bite my lip. "Well damn, Calm down on that sexy just a little!". I say cracking up. She laughs. "Stop!" I grab her waist and pull her to me to plant a soft warm kiss on her lips.
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Brought Into This Life
Ficção AdolescenteThis A Story About A Girl Named Santana Brought Into The Thug Life After Her OG Life Was Taken. She Ain't Never Picture Herself Living The Life She Is. Each And Everyday Is A Risk. And Tomorrow's Sun Rainy Always Promised. But Santana Makes Due Of W...