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" something's up with you Marshall—" JJ said pouring milk into his bowl of cereal. bruh i swear JJ be such a worried bitch, legit i would be sitting on the couch an the man would walk in out of nowhere asking me if i'm good.. i'm great thanks.
" JJ man i'm good, stop worrying about you your starting to get wrinkles." i spat.
JJ scoffs putting his hand on his heart acting like my words affected him, ' drama-queen ' what a baby he plays to much ever since the concert mans been worried about me.
" you ain't hurt." i spoke causing a grin to come on my face, he sat down beside me switching on the t/v. couple minutes pasted and we got bored the t/v had no shows that were eye catching nor interesting.
" how's your mom?" i looked at him confused 'random much' i shrugged my shoulders as a response, he was asking the wrong question. he should've asked if my mom thinks i'm ok and good. but she's a heartless person she don't care bout nobody that's why she stuck in a trailer broke and single.
" you should visit her." i looked at him with a smugged face. where the hell is this coming from? why is it he wants me to go on a whole search for my mom? nah why is he so worried about her? he don't even know why i left.
" why the fuck you asking so much questions?"
" ion know it kinda feels wrong you don't check in with your mom, you feel me?" i cross my arms and shake my head, he has to be high or something like what the fuck is he saying.
" listen JJ ion wanna start nun but my life is nun of your concern if ion wanna see my deadbeat-mother ion have to and you better stop asking me to." i said aggressively.
