Bitch is you crazy? Why you do some stupid shit like that? Mo asked Ski as she parked in front of Ski's house. Ski wasn't insecure about much but growing up without the guidance and love of a mother, she had to teach herself a lot. When it came to man she was lost, she had a big heart and allowed them to walk all over her, feeling the need to depend on her relationships, afraid to be alone. Ski was video vixen beautiful a body that most celebrities paid money for she had naturally, at 5'4 and 122lb with light almost white skin, long red curly hair that stop at her lower back and eyes as black as onyx. She could easily pass for white. Ski loved the attention she receive form man, being raised by a single black father she was spoiled because her father didn't want her to feel the lost of her absent mother so he tried to make up for what wasn't there, whatever she wanted she got. Now at 21 Ski felt like any man she wanted she could have. Ski sucked her teeth already feeling her best friends attitude. He tried to play me Mo and plus any nigga on the down low should be exposed, Ski said Feeling a little emotional more so angry Ski could feel a headache coming, Mo was always her voice of reason even at this moment she could tell Mo was not happy with her careless actions and Ski didn't want to hear her motherly speech. Mo set quietly processing what Ski said she just didn't understand her need to involve herself in drama. Ski was Mo's baby sister not by blood but that didn't make it any less true. Mo was what most people consider wild, she was who she was and did not give two fucks what people thought. She wasn't perfect and was Okay with that fact. At 5'9 and 244lb Mo was confident with her looks. She had the most beautiful dark skin that reminded her of extra strong coffee with a pinch of cream, many people would ask her if she was multiracial because of her features. Mo had the brightest green eyes and head full of long 4c hair, that she kept in a twist out.
Shaking her head Mo asked Ski again. Look bitch I'm not fighting with nobody else today because of your ignorance. Ski unbuckled her seat belt and slightly turned so that she would be facing Mo, Best friend I caught that nigga sucking Rusty P old juncky ass dick behind the gas station when I was taking to trash out, So I went live he shouldn't been in my face trying to get with me if he liked sucking dick. That nigga nasty, every day while I'm at work he turning to spit game asking for my number in shit. Mo wanted to laugh at Ski crazy ass, but instead she looked out her car window watching some of the neighborhood kids play. She and Ski had been Best friends since grade school, so Mo knew there was more to the story then what Ski was telling her. Mo leaned back a little to rest her arm against the door. I'm just trying to understand why you so mad, did you fuck that man or something? I mean if he wanna suck dick that's his business. Mo was getting mad at the fact that Ski was immature and spoiled. She just was confused at why her best friend was going through all this for someone that wasn't hers. Then you put the shit on live. You better hope he don't come back up your job and kill your ass. Feeling like Ski wasn't answering her questions Mo unlocked the car doors so Ski could exit, she was done with the drama. Ski was embarrassed to tell her friend that she exactly liked Muff he was a local corner boy, he sold weed in front of the gas station where she worked. She started to notice him more each time he would come into the gas station just to talk to her. Plus he was fine as hell, she loved her man tall and light and Muff was 6'2 and vanilla her favorite flavor. What really spiked her attraction to him was his deep voice she loved hearing it. How could she tell her best friend she had just fucked Muff last night, that's the reason behind her anger, then to find him giving oral sex to a fucking crack head, it's supposed to be the other way around. This shit had her lost like why? Not wanting to talk about it anymore and feeling played Ski decided to give her friend a hug and go in the house to clear her mind.
Mo had shit to do and picking Ski up from work early over this bullshit pushed her schedule back. Pulling away from Ski's house, Mo made her way to Owings Mills Mall. She had a hundred and one things to do and that did not include her best Friend messy ass drama.
..........1hr 45min later
On her way home after leaving the mall, Mo stop at her favorite food spot off of MLK Blvd. Parking across the street because there was no parking out front. Mo loved to eat and her favorite was BBQ food. Living in Maryland everything was mostly seafood. Walking into BBQ Bistro Mo order her usual rids with Mac and cheese and a large half and half. After placing her order Mo sat at one of the tables to wait for her food, pulling out her phone to check her emails, Mo could not help but hear two loud ass women at the table across from her. "Tracy that shit was so funny. Latoya was crying in shit over that nigga Muff." Star that shit not funny I feel bad for her, she got three kids by his ass. Tracy was confused because Star was fucking the nigga to. Star gave Tracy the finger shit he was sucking that nigga dick like he be eatting my pussy. But bitch I ain't going lie I stop fucking that nigga after he gave me herpes. Tracy almost choked on her potato salad, taking a sip of her lemonade Tracy gave Star an evil look. Bitch are you serious what is wrong with you didn't you tell me you and Sean was trying to work it out, you was fucking that man the same time you was with Muff. Tracy felt bad for Sean he was best friends with her husband Papa. Star didn't care she was all about her money, she didn't mean to tell Tracy her business, but she got caught up in the moment. Tracy knew Star had some shady ass ways but this was it." Bitch you a nasty trifling slut ass thot. Tracy yelled at Star before leaving. " Fuck you Ms. I'm perfect. Star screamed at Tracy's back. Mo was in shock at the conversation she was hearing. She could not help but to think of Ski." Mo! Your order is up. Before Mo could stand to retrieve her food. The girl she realized was Star walked pass her table on the phone." Look Sean if Papa call you don't believe shit he saying baby. Tracy mad at me and spreading lies. Mo could only shake her head watching Star as she walked pass leaving the Bistro. After picking up her food and leaving as well Mo headed home. She was going to call Ski and ask her if she knew Muff on a more personal level, but didn't feel like Ski's bullshit. After taking care of her hygiene and retwisting her hair for the night, she warmed up her food and returned emails confirming her up-and-coming appointments. Mo was a professional photographer she loved working with kids, but her dream was to have her own Studio. Being without parents from birth she always wished she had some type of memory or keep safe from her parents. Her grandmother god rest her soul brought Mo her first camera she found at the local thrift store, it wasn't in the best shape and was an older model but Mo cherished it. She still had it and the wonderful pictures she captured with it hung on her walls. After sending her emails. Mo got settled in refusing to go back out, she figured since she missed two appointments today she mind as well chill." Shit I forgot my dame bags. Leaving back out the house and walking towards her car Mo unlocked and opened her trunk to get her bags. After closing her trunk and heading back towards her house just before turning she watch as an all black Porsche truck slowly cruise down the street. It was weird to her, because no one in her hood could afford something so expensive. Just as she shrugged and begin to walk up her steps she locked eyes with the most sexiest man she has ever seen, not being able to see his face completely she could see enough to know he was fine. Feeling like a creep still standing there even after the car had already disappeared. Mo run her ass in the house feeling exhausted from today's events.
