~Storm pov~
I sat in the living room eating popcorn watching this show on Netflix.
"Baby!" I heard from sincere
"Hey" I said and saw his group of negros behind him.
"We came to keep you company" Tj said
"Yay me every girl dream to be surrounded by guys" I said smiling
Sincere lifted my chin and kissed me.
"How How was it being shot?" Tj asked
"Um fun?" I asked and they all laughed
"You stupid" boogie said laughing
"I know" I said
Sincere came and sat next to me on my recliner and he was drinking my juice and eating a cookie.
"Those were mine" I said
"Shut up you can't even get up" he said
"Oh speaking of that I need help using the bathroom" I said reaching for my crutch.
I had a broken leg and a fracture shoulder I was all types of fucked up.
"Come on man" Sincere said rolling his eyes. I smiled and he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom.
I stood up and sincere pulled down my underwear and pants and pushed me on the toilet a bit.
I laughed and stuck up my middle finger at him.
"As soon as you heal" he said
I laughed and he went out the bathroom and stood guard damn guard dog is what he is.
I finished my business and stood up and fixed myself and I tapped Sincere shoulder. He looked back at me.
"You could of done it yourself this whole time?" He asked me
"Much easier for you to help me" I said
I smiled and Sincere picked me up and put me back down on the chair.
I came back to the living too see my show off and some music playing. I rolled my eyes I hate these niggas sometimes.
"Why y'all here?" I asked them faking the smile on my face.
Sincere grabbed my face squeeze my cheeks "to see that you alive and it on the floor calling for life alert" he said
I knocked his hand off my face and I began to laugh.
"I do need life alert they would treat me much better than Comet he just left me to get food he know I'm cripple" I said
"Aww pookie you'll be aight" Pigeon said making fun of Sincere
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