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A long day of getting the storage stuff out the way. The rest of my treasures were sent back to Gram's house.
I was so pooped. That I settled in for a long nap.
I know I said, I wouldn't come back here, but I have no choice. I'm not staying long, anyway. I went apartment hunting, this weekend with Nip and Sam. I didn't decide on settling on a particular one that was interested yet.
But, when I have the freedom. I will drop by the apartment complex that I was having second thoughts on. Or might just choose to stay in a condo. I can't make up my mind. And doing online assignments college for UCLA. Thank goodness I wasn't a freshman. It wasn't so much more of a hassle.
I'm still recovering and my lungs are becoming stronger day by day.
Honestly.. I feel like dropping out and going on vacation.
Im still mad at the way my mother lashed out at Gram. It's weighing heavy on my mind, that I got a headache.
Nipsey blew smoke in my nostrils, making me jump out my sleep.
"Move.." I wave him off and cough, resting my head back on the pillow with a grunt.
Nip snickered and dragged in another hit, sat on the floor, high off his ass.
"Don't smoke in here. Disrespectful." I mutter against the pillow.
"I ain't disrespectful." He sneers.
"Hmph. Okay." Euphoria rolled her eyes shut, again.
"What's the plan today?" Nip threw his blunt out the window and laid on the bed.
"Restin'." Euphoria got comfortable and snuggled the blanket under her chin.
Nipsey yanked it right off. "No you not. Yo ass ain't layin' here all day. Wake yo ass up!"
"Who you talkin' to?!" Euphoria bucked and looked him dead in his eyes.
"Yo ass! Now get up!" He barked.
She scrunched her face. Her eyes dart to Sam, standing in the doorway.
"Look at this nigga." Nip said.
I throw a pillow at the back of his head. "Don't call him that. Hey Sam!"
"Wassup!" He chuckled and looked at Nip beside me. "Ermias."
"Samiel."
I burst out laughing. Sam did also.
I stretch my arms and ease out the bed, planting my feet on the carpet floor. Their eyes were on me. "What?"
"Nun." They say at the same time.
"Why the hell y'all starin' at me. I look that good?"
