making moves

|part 1| chapter six

Mabel Celine Junior.

"Hey Mabel, get up," he grunted. I moaned before rolling off his chest, his shuffling and rattling echoed my room.

"are you still denying my request to get to know you more?" he asked.

"like i said we shall see how it goes, right?" but this time i meant it, i wanted him, i wanted to be back in his loving arms, my body ached for his touch once more, my countless hours of sleep thinking about him yarned for him once more.

He sniggered lightly before jumping back into bed with me. His dark eyes roamed mine, his nose flared up and down as he watched me, his lips rested perfectly upon his skin.

"you know what type of guy i am, you know guys like me don't do what i asked of you, so take man serious as i am willing to take you serious," he warned sternly.

i nodded numerous of times, i wasn't ready yet to attack his face with my morning breath.

"get up and get dressed g, taking you on a ride out today,"

***

We was currently in Hazards car at late hours because he needed to do a drop off 2 miles away in under 5 minutes explaining his sudden urge to drive down a 20 speed limit with a 50 speed.

Clutching onto my seatbelt for dear life i gulped before looking at him, his eyes was lit up with joy as he unstrapped his seatbelt and flashed a smile at me.

We began to engage in little conversation to keep me from throwing up in his new BMW only to be disturbed by red and blue flashing light following us.

"shit" we mumbled together. We glared at each other with concerning looks, we both knew what ever was in his duffel bag was certain to land him years in jail if he was to get caught.

"aiiii, fam hold on tight 'ight," he shouted over the noise.

He swiftly turned to the left into an abandoned road hoping to lose the police car behind us which has now multiplied into two cars. He done a U-turn causing him to collide into one of the cars, i'm pretty sure his car got a few scratches.

"fuck man!" he screamed angrily as he pressed his horn with anger. He groaned out as he reversed his car yet again into a police car, you could nearly see the smoke bubbling out of his ears.

He spun his car in ultimate speed in circles and darted off in which ever direction he needed to be off to, losing sight of the police.

None of us dare to break to comfortable silence as he drove us wherever he had to be.
Within minutes we turned up at a block, young boys five or six years younger than me on bikes smoking nothing more but weed.

"stay here" he commanded.

Obeying his order i stayed stuck to his car seat as he leaped out with the bag.

Walking up to the group of young kids he gave them fist bumps or a dap on the shoulder. He conversed with them and waited a while against the rusty wall.

Moments later a tall, darkskin arrived at the scene, in an all grey nike tracksuits, he too had a duffel bag. You could hear loud cheering as both friends meet with each other in the moment an old exchange of bags was made.