I had just pulled up at Yaria's apartment complex and surprisingly was standing right outside. Ok not too surprising, I told her I'd be pulling up when I was a few lights away from her complex.
I pulled up directly beside where she was standing and she hopped in with a slight mean mug towards me but then a smile towards my sisters and Amia in the back.
"Hey everybody and you know you wrong for that."
"I am not because I knew if I told you that I had just pulled up then your ass wouldn't have been ready then I would have pulled off then you would have been mad cause I pulled off."
"You wouldn't have pulled right away I know you would at least wait five minutes."
"Would you have been ready in those five?" I looked at her daring her to lie.
"You know what?" She slightly rolled her eyes knowing that I was right. "No I wouldn't but it takes times to look this good."
"You do look good."
"Thank you boo." She gave me a little air kiss and did a little dance.
I started to pull off to the sound of pole dancer by Wale. We was ready to go get lit and fuck up some shit.
******
As we entered the club the sound of Booty remix played as dancers graced the stage.
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big ol' booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (Toot toot)
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Loved & Lost
General FictionLoved- to have held a deep affection; cherished (someone) Lost- to no longer have (There are a few spelling and grammar mistakes but I plan to fix them when I finish the book)