Work Hard, Play Less!

Chapter 2; Daydreaming

"Aye shorty" Flip said.

"You talking to me" Midnight said as she was walking home from school.

"Yea, come here & let me holla at you."

Midnight never gave niggas time of day, but this particular guy just did something to her. He was driving a silver old skool Cutlass with 28's on it, tented windows, & the speakers sounded good as hell. Don't even get her started on the sound of the engine. But you know Midnight had to try & play hard. So with a slick attitude she turned around & said. "Ion know you nigga!" & kept walking.

"Well you can get to know me" Flip said as he ran to catch up with her.

He finally caught her & gently pulled her by the wrist & said. "What's your name"?

"O'Shay" , "O'Shay Carter"

"O''Shay huh?"

"Yea O'Shay! What's wrong with my name?"

"Oh, nothing!" Flip said with a smile. His smile was so cute to Midnight.

"What's your name, sir?

"Sir? Ha I ain't nun but 19 ma." " but my name Flip"

"Flip?" That's your real name?"

"Nawl! Ha my real name is Quincy. Quincy Wade.

"Oh ok. Well why they call you "Flip" Midnight said quoting his name with her fingers.

" Because I been flippin' bricks since I could walk"

"So you're a drug dealer?"

"You wanna go for a ride, cuz them books lookin' like they gettin' heavy?!" Flip said trying to change the subject.

'"I don't know you like that. You could be a pervert or something!" Midnight said with a slight laughter.

"Haha! Very funny. Now do this cute face look like the face of a pervert?"

He didn't give her time to answer before he said "I didn't think so" .

They both laughed. Flip reached for her books then said "So I'm guessing that's a yes"

"Yea, I guess" Deep down. Midnight wanted to scream HELL YEA! but didn't want to seem desperate.