Bad timing

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me and rich homie quan kissed deeply while j had an evil look on her face shit! she looked like she was ready to punch a bitch but i wasnt worried about heer at the moment. 

me: so quan whats ya real name?

qaun: (he laughed) um... you really want me to tell you?

me: nigga yes 

quan: its dequantes 

me: ok what so horrible about that 

quan: umm now hearing it come from you nothing! 

me: lol well do u really wanna sit around while j look angrily at me while she eye rapin you 

quan: sure y not?

i gasp and hit him in his chest playfully 

quan: lol well lets go to the mall 

me: yayyyy ..can bre come too!

quan: ight ight ..

i ran ova to bre while she was turnin up in her own world god i love my bestfriend i tapped her on the shoulder

me: bre u wanna come to the mall wit me and quanie pooh?

bre: df! dats what you call him now

me: lol no i just wanted test it out and it sounds weird asf 

bre: lol wow and hell yeah i wanna go to da mall kets go 

we put our regular shoes back on and grabbed our stuff and left wit quan we got in his car and drove to adventura mall 

i let bre sit in the front because i didnt want her to feel left out sitting in the back so i sat in the back and put my head phones in . but as soon as i was gettn ready to go to sleep dis nigga gone blast twerkn 4 berkin hella loud man i tell you that bass was everything 

me: NIGGA TURN THAT SHIT DOWN IMTRYNNA SLEEP 

he turnt the radio down 

quan: aint no sleepin in dis damn car and we here anyway so get out 

me: ughhh 

bre: dayday 

me: hm yes 

bre: lets go you standin in the middle of the parkin lot cars behind you im surprised dey aint hit yo ass 

me: oh shit 

i walked by bre and quan 

ring ring ring 

quan: hello?

manager: quan we have an emergency tour remember you gotta come right now!!

quan: shit fr? 

manager: foreal now come and hurry up my job on the line 

quan: shit 

he hung up the phone and looked at us wit sad faces 

me; whats goin on 

quan: i got a emergency tour 

bre: wtf dey still do emergency tours ??

quan: shit ig 

me: ok how long?

quan: for 3 months 

me: omg u fuckin wit me right?

bre: i thought them thangs only lasted for 2 weeks 

quan: well when my manager sais her job on the line then that means its gone be 3 months 

me: what yall gotta secret code or some shit? 

quan: nahh bae its nun like dat 

bre: ma juss chill 

we get back in the car and he drives me and bre home i go to the driver side and peck him on his lips two times 

me: skype me everyday , kik, text me call me everyday you hear me?

quan: ight ma

me: ight see you in 3 months 

quan: see you in 3 moths 

i go back on the side walk and he drives off i walk in the house sadly 

bre: lets have a girls night 

me:ok 

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