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"y/n!! where you at?!" ski yelled busting through the door of my house, throwing his mcm bag on the floor along with taking off his slides kicking them to the side, heading straight for my fridge.
yea, this was a usual thing. my house was practically his house, since we never spent a day apart, literally.
ski and i practically knew each other since middle school, 6th grade. since he was the new kid, he was an outcast by far. i took him under my wing and ever since we been tight knit.
we used to go to my house everyday after school and play video games, watch cartoons, and do other fun hoodrat activities. the more we hungout the more close we got and boom, thus a bestfriendship was born.
ski always looks out for me, and teaches me shit. hes a guy figure i never had, really. he taught me how to roll my first blunt, to protecting me from wack ass niggas, even taught me how to drive. needless to say, he's a real solid ass nigga period. we do everything together, and been thru everything together.. our bond is pretty much unbreakable.
also, he's loud and annoying, like rn.
i roll my eyes as i literally cannot stand how obnoxious this nigga is just walking in at random. im used to it tho.
i slip on my slides, grab my phone, and head downstairs to see ski rummaging through the fridge, like a bum.
"this bitch empty!" he mumbled still digging in the fridge as if he was looking for a pot of gold. everytime this man comes over he always wanna eat all my shit. fatass kelly price lookin-
"VEGAN JERKEY??? what the fuck?? who tf eats this shit?? man i swear..." ski clicked his teeth throwing the vegan jerky back into the pantry. i rolled my eyes walking past him flopping on the couch turning on netflix. i wanted to watch my shows since i didn't have anything else to do.
"i thought yo moms was gonna cook?" he asked now looking through our cabinets, rummaging through our junk food.
"my mom was so tired from work she came home and passed out in the guest room. didn't even make it upstairs. she might cook later tho, so dont trip." i sighed picking thru categories of shows. "besides, you been getting a little too thick. eating all my damn food, you could use a fasting period anyway stoke." i chuckled.
"hey! dont say that! are YOU calling ME a FATASS? that hurts my feelings.. meanie." he fake pouted jumping on the couch next to me laying on my shoulder.
