Ride With the Mob - A$AP Rocky

Chapter 23

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Third Person POV

Knock, knock. "Simi?" A few seconds passed before he repeated it. "Symone you up?" The door to the bedroom was opened and Rocky saw no sign of Symone, so he made his way to the bathroom, contemplating whether to open it or not seeing that the door was closed, but not locked. He heard nothing which prompted him to call her again.

"Rocky?" She responded, twisting the doorknob to open it for him.

"I knew I wasn't trippin," he paused, flashing his pearly whites. "Why you still up though, playing with ya hair and shit?" He questioned, referring to the twists in the back of her head. What he heard was the blow dryer subtly go on and off.

Symone picked up her phone, dropping her jaw at the time. "12:47... A.M.," she recited. "It ain't much I can do about it though, especially if I can't sleep. Might just have to pull an all-nighter."

"You shouldn't but aye... if you decide to I'll stay up with you," he stated, pulling on one of her twists and watching as it bounced back.

"You don't have to."

"I know, but I just told you I will."

"Well since you insist, fye me up a blunt," she requested, turning back around to twist the hair she had already parted.

"It's quiet for that cause I really don't feel like rolling right now but I do wanna smoke," he sighed, looking her in the eyes. This made Symone a bit nervous but she tried her best to keep the eye contact in the mirror as he stood close enough behind her but not too close.

"I can try," she responded sheepishly, applying more leave-in conditioner.

"Deadass?" His eyebrows rose/furrowed as he licked his lips.

"Yes, but I need guidance cause I don't wanna fuck up too bad."

"Say less, come on." He then led the way out the bathroom after Symone did one last twist in her head, leaving the other half undone in a half-up-half-down style. Nonetheless it was cute because her hair texture was beautiful.

Symone took a seat in the dining room as Rocky retrieved the weed and swishers from a not-so-secret stash in a drawer in the living room. When he returned he was smiling for some unknown reason, a facial expression that never faded for the five minutes they had been speaking that night.

"So, the basics..." He took the swishers out picking one. "Empty out whatever is in there," he instructed, passing it to her.

She followed this instruction, opening it up carefully to begin with. Before clearing the swisher she looked up at Rocky for approval like a little kid and he laughed, saying, "You can just dump that out on the table."

Without him saying anything, Symone began to break the weed up into smaller pieces. After doing this for about 2 minutes she commented, "This is sticky as hell, you know what that means..."

"That my shit good as fuck," Rocky answered as he slowly blinked.

"Agreed... This good?" She asked, referring to the weed she broke up.

He shook his head smirking. "It's not good but it's not bad either. Break into smaller pieces." Symone did just that, achieving the goal the second time around.

"Okay now, just transfer it into the blunt as neatly as possible." She picked up the pieces and did as told pretty well, leaving just a few tiny pieces on the table. He told her not to worry about it.