One month later."Blake shut the fuck!" I said mushing his head.
"Best friend why you always gotta put hands on me,i don't be doing shit to you" he whined.
"Whatever,i ain't trynna hear ya complaints" i laughed walking into Footlocker.
"Blake can you get me these?" I tugged his hand towards the shoe.
Yes y'all,blake and i got closer after this
3 weeks ago
He came over to my house banging all up on ma door. Lucky thing ma parents was at bible study.
"Yo who the fuck is you!!" I shouted opening the door.
On the other side it was him with a cheesy ass smile.
"Nigga what,you know ion like you and Dre not here so...?" I said staring at the wing stop bag in his hand.
"Damn shorty,i just came to talk to you bout sumn" he shrugged pushing pass me as if i told him to come in.
"Come in heffa" i said sarcastically locking the door.
Anyways long story short,He was sad,single,missed Aliyah and i helped him get her back.
They was really cute together no cap but if she ain't take him back i'd think she was stupid because look at this
Whew chile,blake can be a dick but he is finnneee.
After i helped him we kept on hanging out cause he funny asf! We both crazy and our mouth reckless alike.
I can't forget the time we went to the Gucci store where he got me a gucci bag and i got him some glasses. Paying fa the stuff the cashier crossed the line with ha rasist ass.
"Its surprising people like y'all could afford this,in my time burnt biscuits were broke" oh hellll naww.
Blake and i starred at each other and went off.
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