mute.

THIRTY EIGHT

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𝖏𝖆𝖍𝖘𝖊𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖞.
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now, these niggas know damn well i don't even like parties.
and they still decided to throw me one.

it's supposed to be a "welcome home" party, but it actually just reminds me of a strip club.

diego and michael really out here wylin'. they known damn well i hate people. why throw a party? in my mother's suburban home?

all i wanted to do was cuddle with my dog, possibly get some sex, and sleep.

"y'all know damn well i don't fucking like parties," i whispered in michael's ear, waving at random niggas from school.

most of these niggas just here because they heard there was a party, and one of these motherfucka's lied and said there was gonna be weed, and that's how all these fuck niggas are here.

"shut up, go enjoy that big ass cake, that stokeley baked you." michael pushed me, before walking off.

this ain't no fucking birthday party.
but i like cake so.

that's surprising. i thought stokeley ass would eat it all.

making my way through the crowds of ugly bitches and niggas, i made my way into the kitchen.

"aye, get y'all nasty-asses out of my kitchen!" i yelled,  swatting my flyswatter at the nasty ass couple that had the boldness to fuck on my counter.

i stood infront of the vanilla-frosted cake, cutting a huge piece, because this my motherfucking house and i can do whatever i want.

"hi."

i turned around, smiling at stokeley.

"you the only nigger i'm happy to see." i grabbed a plastic fork, drilling it into the piece of cake.

wish that stokeley drilling his penis into my anus-hole.
🥺

"when this party gon' even end anyway?" i played with the cake with my fork, looking up at stokeley.

"whenever you want it to end, this ya house."

true shit.

i set my cake down, rushing into the living room.

turning down the loud-ass music, i rolled my eyes.

"y'all asses needa to get out my fucking house!" i screamed, standing on-top on the coffee table.

some big bitch wanted to say this wasn't my house, and that was the dumbest shit i've heard all night.

so basically, i almost ended up throwing a liquor bottle at her head, but stokeley and jared asses held me back from trying to kill her ass. diego and kimetrius got all those roaches out my house, by telling them my mother was a deranged physcopath, which is true, and now everyone was cleaning up.

"don't y'all ever bring those nasty motherfuckers in my momma house again."

- oh wow, a update . 🙈