One Shots

car sessions | quavo

You sat in your red computer chair in your room. You were waiting on your boyfriend to pick you up for your date. Today you two were going to get ice cream and just chill.

Since you were in south Atlanta and it was almost 80 degrees, you just had on a sundress with a blue jean jacket. You already knew he was gonna say something about the jacket because you wear it all the time regardless of the weather, but you didn't care.

You applied some more of your lip gloss you got from the hair store before looking out your window. He honked his horn when you opened your blinds, telling you to come outside.

You rushed down the stairs, kissing your mom on the cheek before going out the door. He got out of his black Nissan coupe and opened the door for you.

"You know I'm finna get on yo ass right?" He chuckled then pecked your lips. You rolled your eyes.

"Girl stop it, you stay wearin that same chain everywhere. Yo neck gon turn green keep playin." You said once he got in the car.

"You got jokes." He turned the radio up. He had his aux in playing some Youngboy.

"Sooooo tell me why he got herpes." You said looking towards him.

"You got it too." You raised your eyebrows and scoffed. "You on this nigga tip so much."

You rolled your eyes. He just mad because they don't gotta song together.

"Mane shut yo hatin ass up." You waved him off and unbuckled your seatbelt once you saw 'Cold Grill' in white letters in the near distance.

"Dumbass, you wanna be just like me."

"Nigga you wanna be me. The fuck?" You laughed. He chuckled and parked the car. He pulled a rello from behind his ear and licked his lips.

"Aye, you tryna pearl this hoe and I get the ice cream?" Your eyes brightened up. You loved smoking, especially with him.

"Yeah folk." You took the rello from his hand before opening his glove compartment and getting the weed. He had a pack of Woods in there so you took those out too.

About ten minutes later, he came back with two bowls of ice cream. One cookies and cream and the other strawberry cheesecake.

"Slow ass, why you only got two rolled up? I'm tryna get high, not buzzed nigga."

"Man shut yo dumbass up." You laughed and handed him the third one. Your fingers were cramping but you were too determined and too ready to smoke to give up.

Ten minutes later, you had six blunts rolled up and ready to be smoked.

He had pulled into his driveway. He shared a house with his cousin and nephew, Kiari and Kirshnik. They were cool but cocky. Qua was cool and humble and you loved that.

"Ight ma. You been saying you stressed. So wassup? Talk to me." You put your legs across his lap. He took your sandals off and dropped them beside him.

You lit the blunt and started venting to him about everything. From your family life to college to your friendship problems. Once you got everything off your chest, he talked about everything that had been bothering him, including you always wearing your jean jacket.

You chuckled and stared at him as he took in the smoke from the blunt. He was so focused on talking that he hadn't noticed you were staring at him. He was so handsome.

You were in love with him and having these car talks with him.

You kissed him while he was mid sentence. He ashed the blunt and put it in the ashtray.

"You want the dick don't you? Freak ass." You nodded as you took your jacket off and lifted your sundress before getting in his lap.

"Gon head ride it gangsta."

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i wrote like half of this in april and just wrote the last part so if it doesn't make sense 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️it happens lol