Misty | 03
Misty Lashea
Killa finally got into the car after making some phone calls. He picked up something to eat and got a few things from the store then drove to what I'm guessing is his house. Kyrin has fallen asleep and I was almost sleep my self. He parked his car and got out and I followed behind him.
I walked into the house and looked around, it was a small 2 bedroom apartment, nothing too lavish. He showed me where me and Kyrin would sleep and his room, rules, and stuff like that. He told me he would be back later, since he gotta get shit handled with BJ them and shit. I nodded my head and walked into the room I would be staying in. Kyrin was still sleep, so I sat up against the headboard and he fell asleep on my chest.
After a while, I got hungry and figured Kyrin was going to get hungry too, so I went and looked in the kitchen and came to conclusion that he didn't have anything in his cabinets at all! He literally only had plates, utensils, and pans, and I don't even see why that.
I sighed and grabbed my phone and shot him a text.
Me: it's misty, you don't have no food at ALL!
killa 😬: you right, my bad.
Me: we HAVE to go grocery shopping when you get back, tonight.
killa 😬: alr, im otw, ill stop by BJ spot and grabbed you and lil man stuff.
Me: alright, don't forget his crib and walker!
killa 😬: bet tht up.
I rolled my eyes at the way he texted and looked at Ky who was wide awake staring at me with his green eyes. He so chunky and cute.
"You hungry? I am too." I told him and kissed his cheeks.
He giggled in response and played with the necklace on my neck. I walked around Killa's apartment and sat on his couch then turned on his TV and watched Star. Killa walked in about a hour later, I checked the time and it was about 7 close to 8. I grabbed Ky and walked to the passenger side of his car. I looked in the back and saw Kyrin car seat then strapped him in.
"Where we headed to?" Killa asked me once he got in and I thought for a second.
"What's your real name?" I asked him cause I don't really like calling him by his street name.
"Lashea, but don't call me that, issa bitch name." He said and I giggled.
"Ok, Lashea, we need to go to Walmart." I told him and he clinched his jaw at me calling his name then nodded.
Once we found a parking space, we got out and I held Kyrin on my waist. Lashea grabbed a shopping cart and pushed it. I grabbed different meats and sides for meals. I grabbed Ky some formula and milk. I grabbed a lot of seasonings for the food and picked me up some personal things.
I noticed as we walked around the store a lot of people were looking at us but I brushed it off. Lastly I grabbed a lot of snacks then we headed to the checkout aisle.
"Hi, how are you?" A pretty darkskin girl who's name tag read Fallon asked as she scanned the items.
"Okay, you?" I asked back with a polite smile as I put the bagged groceries in the cart.
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MISTY
Teen FictionTHIS IS A COMING OF AGE FICTION, FOR A YOUNGER AGE GROUP! 17-year-old Misty Lashea Collins was a junior in high-school and everything has changed since her 10th grade year. Last year she was hideous, flat chested and didn't have that many friends. S...