𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 | 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀

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"Nigga it's hot as fuck out here."

Everyone was laid out on the front lawn of Bruno's flat. The grass was freshly cut which caused Symere to constantly twist and turn, occasionally complaining about how uncomfortable he felt as the blades tickled his back.

"Nobody told yo ass to come over," Stokeley chuckled, removing a cigarette from behind his ear. He eased himself up from off the front step searching his pockets for his lighter. "What y'all doing here anyways?"

"Jah said he had good news he wanted to share with us," Symere immediately cut in, raising up from his spot on the lawn beside Jordan, who now occupied himself by dusting grass remnants from Symere's clothes. "We had to show out, it sounded important."

"And it is," Jahseh briefly interrupted venturing out of the front door with nothing but tight fitted jeans on along with a pair of Stokeley's old slides and one of his hats. Stokeley immediately stopped his search for his lighter and gave his full attention to Jahseh who seemed happier than usual. He didn't smile nor did he have any sort of emotion on his face or in his voice when he spoke since the tone he used was monotone, but Stokeley could tell by the aura he carried.

Jahseh walked past him and snatched the cigarette out of his hand crumbling it onto the front step in which Stokeley was seated on. Stokeley's lips formed a pout at his best friends sudden actions. Ever since he returned they hadn't spoken as much as he'd like them to, he was even surprised Jahseh wasn't upset with him for missing a basement session.

"I told you stop smoking that shit. Anyways, I booked us somewhere to perform."

Everyone fell silent. All side conversations came to an abrupt stop when he spoke up.

"Real shit?" Jordan spoke up, looking around at everybody else. "Where?"

"It ain't Rolling Loud or nothing, but it's something," Jahseh answered as he fixed his, or rightfully Stokeley's hat on his head. "Freddy vs. Jason been booming and I got a call today asking if we could perform at the underground. Ya'll down?"

"Fuck do you mean YaLL dOwN?" Kimetrius mocked sarcastically while proceeding to dap Jahseh and Jordan. "Hell yeah nigga, we in there."

"Aye man, chill with that nigga word. We not sure of your species yet to have you talking crazy like that," Omar interjected.

"You one to talk about some species, fuckin' chihuahua breed," Kimetrius fired back. Diego got up from his spot on the grass and stood in front of him placing his hands on his chest to create distance between him and Omar.