One Shots

gas stations | key glock

You adjusted your jersey dress as you bent over to get your strawberry Fanta then your hot fries. You were about to get high so you had to get your go to snacks.

"Aye ma. You lookin right. Fine than a muthafucka." You turned to your left and saw the prettiest nigga you probably had ever seen in Memphis. He had on a white beater with a neck full of chains and some grey Nike shorts. Your favorite. Probably a drug dealer or rapper. Either way, your type.

You smacked your lips then smiled before turning your head. Hard to get. Niggas like that.

"Thanks." You stood up and flipped your lavender grey hair. You had it bone straight and it complimented your Milwaukee Bucks jersey very well.

"Fasho. What you finna get into ma." He picked up a pineapple Fanta and some Funyuns. Nasty motherfucker.

"Shittt. I just came to get some gas and take some pictures. I left my phone in the car though." You shrugged before going to the register.

"Aw fasho. Lemme take em." He pulled his phone out his pocket. Had to be the newest iPhone because it was big as hell with an even bigger camera.

You were a bad bitch but you only had an 8. You liked your home button too much to upgrade.

"Fasho." You leaned against the cooler and threw up a peace sign. Then your middle finger. Then you smiled. Then duck lips. Just a variety of poses.

"Goofy ass." He laughed and handed you his phone so you could look through them. You favorited the ones that were cute which were the majority and handed his phone back to him. 

"Send em to me?" You asked once he got in line behind you. He nodded and followed you out to your car once both of you paid for your things.

"Aw shit. You livin like this?" He looked down at your Mercedes Benz. It was camouflage with a red line underneath and black rims. All tinted windows.

"You my girlfriend now. Fuck all da other shit." He leaned against your car as you pumped gas.

"How you know ion gotta nigga?" You chuckled.

"Fuck him. I'll shoot his ass in the face for you ma." He licked his lips.

To an average bitch, he would've came on too strong. But that's how Memphis niggas are. And you liked that. And he was fine and obviously had money.

"Aye though, I'm finna go to the studio. Lemme get yo number lil ma." He handed you his phone. You texted yourself the pictures on his phone and then saved your contact. You looked up at him with a smile and he looked down at you, biting his bottom lip.

"Damn. You real deal beautiful. And I can't even see the squares in ya lace. I like you." He kissed your forehead as you laughed.

"I'll see you at the studio. Race me." He got in a white McLaren that was parked on the other side of your car and sped off.

That nigga was too fine. But you would end up breaking his heart. But it's a hot girl summer right?