Late Night Specials | Chocolate Edition (2)

39) This Christmas | A Game Christmas Special (2)

This will clear up some confusion lol, but at the same time it might not cause it's a rowdy ass chapter. 😂💙 LOVE YALL, MUAHHHH. - A💋

(Ignore any mistakes until I feel like fixing them, thanks - management)
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No Ones POV.

Hennessy, Dusse, Vodka, 1800, more alcohol, games, the barbecue meatballs, rotel, Doritos, candy. You name it, George had it.

I used to think that I wasn't fly enough
'Cause the homies told me I wasn't wild enough
But now I'm sittin' back tryin' to figure out
How to cock and aim so I could chalk 'em out

"And it's killin' me, a third-degree, I shot my op from a distance. What you see in cuh you don't see in me. When I'm done, you gon' know, ain't make believe." Raymond and Cortrell sang loudly, standing on top of the couch.

"Get y'all big ass feet off my couch!" George fussed, swatting at they legs.

"SOOOOO CUHHHHHHHHHHH NEVER KNEW THAT I WAS CRIPPENNN." They continued ignoring him, singing into the flashing lights pointing their way. Snap chat stories were getting filled up.

"NEVERRR KNEWW." Oshawn sang in the background like a adlib, throwing up the crip sign. Kay just stared at him so confused.

"When the hell they become crips?" She whispered to the girls and everyone snorted.

"They cappin on the social, sad. Niggas ain't know what a crip was until Nipsey." Kam.

"Crip my ass." India.

"They ain't about to get me shot at for false claiming." Lové.

"I am appalled." Kay sighed, taking a sip of her drink. "Oshawn crybaby ass could never."

They all busted out laughing.

"No but for real Trell a big ass crybaby." India smirked, shaking her head. She was sipping on that bomb ass water called Ice Mountain. Top 2 and ain't number 2.

"Raymond swear up and down he really about that life. Soon as a muhfucka get around guns for real he get to acting white." Kam joked. "Now what on earth is going on here?" She mocked, only causing the girls to laugh even harder.

Kay held her stomach. "Ahh stop! Not what on earth. He ain't never sounded like that before."

"My nigga been reading the dictionary expeditiously." Lové giggled. "George a whole suburban dude."

"NOT A SUBURBAN DUDE!" Kam and Kay screamed, slapping each other's hands as they fell out.

"Why can't black people ever laugh in one place?" India asked, shaking her head. That only made they laugh even harder.

"Oh shit I can't breathe, I can't feel my face, nothinnnng." Kay gasped for air, laying on the floor. "Im so fucked up."

"Baby get yo ass off the floor!" Oshawn frowned, leaning down to pick Kay up. She just laughed and held onto him as he carried her to where he was sitting. She pouted when she realized he moved her away from the girls.

"Noo take me back over there." She whined and he wrapped his hand around her throat gently, shutting her up.

"Did I ask?" He questioned and she blinked at him shocked.

"No sir you did not." She grinned, completely in love with the man staring down at her. "I love you so much big daddy."

Oshawn just chuckled and removed his hand. "You fucking freak."

"Y'all so damn ugly." Cortrell pointed at them, laying his head on India's lap.

"Shut up hoe." Oshawn flipped him off.