Shelly sped down the Harlem River Drive blasting her Beyoncé album and bumping her head side to side, feeling good about her life. She looked at her companions and laughed as they argued about what they were going to do when they saw their best friend.
"Nigga hell no!" Charley Mack said.
"Why the hell not?" Navarre complained.
"We are not going to kidnap the nigga Navarre," Charley Mack said shunning the ridiculous idea.
"Well what does your bright ass suggest?" Navarre asked folding his arms from the back seat.
"I'm going to punch that nigga in the face and hopefully that will knock some sense into his idiotic ass!" Charley proposed.
"Nigga shut up, that ain't gonna do shit. How about we just do that military shit from Maury. You know with the bad ass teens that be cursing out their moms and shit. We're gonna get in his face and scare his ass straight!" Navarre implied.
Charley and Shelly broke out into laughter at the underlining of Navarre's statement.
"Come on the boy ain't never been straight," Charley laughed.
Navarre finally caught on a let out a chuckle, "Silly hoes, you know what I meant."
"Alright you too we are almost there, so chill out. We aren't doing anything else but chilling with him today. The last thing he needs is us ganging up on him. Cause guess what, then he disappears forever." Shelly affirmed as she arrived on the busy city street.
"So we are supposed to act like ain't nothing happen?" Charley asked.
"I mean just don't stress him about it, besides he really can't go home yet his parents don't exactly want him there." Shelly revealed.
"Say what?" Navarre asked sliding up to from the back seat.
"I'll explain it later nigga," She said wishing she bit her tongue.
"Where we gonna park?" Charley asked.
"I'm tryna find something, ya'll niggas probably gonna have to chip in for a parking lot if I can't find nothing."
"Aint that a bitch." Charley said under his breath and Navarre nudged him.
Shelly gave him a ice cold glare, apparently hearing his slick ass response. Finally finding a parking spot, she paralleled parked the vehicle and walked over to H&M with Charley and Navarre.
Standing there looking fly as ever was Ahmad; who rocked a Gucci bucket hat, with matching Gucci sneakers, and even a Gucci belt. His custom-fitted jeans and V-Neck shirt looked fresh off the clothing rack, and he now sported several pieces of gold jewelry.
"Who the fuck is that," Navarre bellowed as they approached him. "Diddy is that you?"
Ahmad smiled taking off his glasses and hugging his best friends and cousin. Shelly, Navarre and Charles both knew that his new attire were all thanks to Darius.
"Hey ya'll, I didn't know Shelly was gonna bring the whole crew but why am I not surprised." Ahmad said giving her a half evil glance.
"Well I figured since no one seen you in a while, we might as well make it a reunion." Shelly responded.
"Hey playboy I see you flier than me nowadays," Charley joked looking at Ahmad's exuberant taste. "Young hot and flashy now?"
Ahmad let out an uncomfortable laugh as his entire wardrobe was purchased from the dirty money Darius kept giving him.
"Charley you have a fly swagger no one could ever steal." Ahmad rubbed his friend's ego. "But let's get inside and shop its hot as fuck out here."
The trio followed him inside and instantly went into a shopping frenzy picking up everything they saw in their sizes.
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A Lesson Learned
RomanceAhmad Franklin was attending NYU when he met the Harlem thug, Darius, who turns his world upside down. Ahmad had a few lasting relationships before but never as intense and passionate as he and Darius's. Along with his best friends Charley Mack, Nav...
