𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐘 | 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 - 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐈

In which Jordan and Rakim play a different version of hide and go seek with their friend Tyler.

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"Last one to the house yo' mamma suck dick!" Rakim hollers from across the street before turning around busting into a full on run as his friends cuss to themselves at their childish friend before also busting into full sprints as their large feet pattered against the ground to get back to the house, some even passing a laughing Rakim. "Y'all fast as hell!"

"Hurry up grandpa!" Jeffery shouts tripping over a tree trunk and proceeding to fall. "Fuck!"

"L-look at h-how he fell!" Jahseh howls bending over while pointing at Jeffery as Rakim wiped at his eyes.

"Y-y'all ain' g-gonna help me?!"

"No, fuck you!"

"I refuse to run in these shoes." Christoper shakes his head walking behind his friends who all were out of breath while laughing at Jeffery. "My mom doesn't suck dick so I don't care."

"How you think you got here?" Jordan mumbles once the brown skin male was in range while pushing his starter dreads out his face.

"I was birth by aliens."

"Don't let Trump hear you say that shit." Stokeley shakes his head sitting on Jahseh's lap who sat on the beige porch swing. "He's gonna do you like they did Sheyaa."

"What happened to Sheyaa?" Symere questions looking up at the man.

"Ice tea took him." Stokeley shakes his head as Jeffery limped over to his friends holding his stomach. "He's suppose to be getting out this week though."

"Ice tea?" The small man mumbles confused while scratching at his hair. "You know what, nevermind. Forget I asked."

"Suite yourself, it's still free that bird face nigga!" Stokeley shouts with his fist balled up as Jahseh thumbed the back of his head.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Sorry daddy."

"Mhm."

"My fuckin' stomach hurts." Jeffery breaths flopping down on the bricked steps. "My poor stomach!"

"Stummy." Jordan corrects him going to stand beside Rakim who was all in his phone not even paying attention to what was going on.

"I said what I said, string bean."

"Don't try to roast because you kno' when I get on yo' head you ready to cry." Jordan utters looking in his phone. "Who the fuck is that?"

"I don't cry nomore."

"Sure you don't."

"You just cried the other day babe because he called us some bad bitches." Symere looks down at his boyfriend with his brown doe shaped eyes as the older sucked his teeth and the rest laughed.

"Sy, please shut up."

"Sorry."

Jordan shook his head laughing before nudging a smiling Rakim. "Who is that Rakim?"

"Tyler, nosy ass nigga." He mumbles flashing him the phone. "I invited him over."

"Wow, so you invited our boyfriend over without my permission?" Jordan gasps. "You ain shit."

Rakim looks up at him with a stale face as his phone buzzed in his hand. "Shut up Jordan."

"No, I just see how sneaky you really are." He holds his hand up with his plumped lips poked out. "It's okay."