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"Said I'm older and I'm sober in the middle of October Living like I wanna die but it feel right."
Stokeley pov: "Well Mr. Goulbourne, looks like you have a heart condition, and you need to get surgery over your heart and.." I wasn't listening to this bullshit any longer. Matter of fact, he's just saying shit I already knew. I've just been avoiding it. Not listening what this uncertified doctor said, I just replied with, "okay, doc. See ya later." I saw that he was shaking his head. I already plan dying at 27 so my death will happen soon- damn. I saw a girl with two puff balls in her hair and a red and white dress, shit, that still wasn't enough to cover up that ass. We made eye contact as she went to the elevator, and I went outside. I won't see her again.. I shrugged my shoulders as I lit up a cigarette and got in the car. I'm hungry as fuck.
Imani pov: I could've sworn I've seen him before. Oh well. I put my headphones in as I turn in the elevator. while im looking for Motorsport under migos, I realize my momma won't be able to cook dinner, out with another nigga. I thought. So I decided to go to a burger joint. Why would I hop in some beef, when I could hop in the Porsche? Cardi B babbled in my ear. I walked out the doctors office. They told me I got some Fatboy disease. I'm tryna die anyway. I walk across the street into the joint. I sat at a table, and I look up to see the same nigga in a pink durag. "You that girl i saw in the doctors office." I just stared at the cancer stick in his mouth. "Uhm. Yeah," I stuck my hand out. "Imani, you are..?" He snapped out of his trance. "Just call me daddy. " He said with a slight smirk. So he a fuck boy. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. He just helped himself and sat down. We ended up talking for what felt like days. He tried to pass a cancer stick to me and I declined. I checked my watch, 11:42 am. Shit. I stood up and said, "Hey, I gotta get home. My mom'll be home in a couple of hours." He stood up as well, "I'll take you." He smiled and we walked out to his car. As I got in, this nigga whole car smelled like weed, and sex. I had my head out the window for most of the drive. He looked over, and bit his lip. I felt a vibration from ski's phone, he looked at it and showed an expression I couldn't read. "We gon' have to make a quick stop, baby." ___________________ I suck at this 😭
