𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙻

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𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙴 𝙽𝙰𝙾𝙼𝙸 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂
3:30 P.M.| MIAMI

"Tre said he want me to come get him so he can smoke us out." Couture told me as I scrolled through Instagram trying to find my next hairstyle.

Couture and I knew each other since sixth grade and we claim each other as sisters. Her and Tre are God siblings.

"Well I'm going to go take a shower before y'all get here." I hopped out the bed walking to my dresser.

I grabbed my shower items and went into the bathroom connected to my room. I put the shower on the hottest it could go.

(I love HOT showers!)

I took my clothes off throwing them in the hamper, getting in the shower grabbing my rag.

"Alexa play H.E.R. Slide." I yelled out and begin to sing along. "We on the same page, you the same way."

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Killa💯
would like to FaceTime ..

"Aye New!" Tre spoke over music blasting in the background.

"What do you want Tre." I spat trying to find my lipgloss.

"We here, can you bring me a bottle of water when you come out here." before he could say anything else I hung up.

What the hell this nigga need water for .. thirsty ass

I got my purse and gathered all my belongings. I ran down the stairs and got a bottle of water out the freezer.

I locked the door behind me, and began walking to the car.

I saw Tre in the front seat, making me sigh knowing that we was going to argue about who's going to sit in the front.

I rolled my eyes walking over to the passenger window tapping on it catching his attention.

"C'mon move, you already know the routine." I said.

" I don't care bruh, you always sitting your skinny ass in the front." He pouted.

"Just move before I move you!" I said raising my voice.

"Girllll your not scaring nobody but that lace." he said laughing at his own joke.

(I stay laughing at my own jokes! Idc idc)

"Ok bitch" I mumbled opening the backdoor throwing his water in the backseat, going back and opening the passenger door pulling Tre by his ear and throwing him in the backseat.

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We was currently sitting outside of Tre's Dad house.

"So who finna roll up cause it ain't finna be me, y'all finna learn for y'all self." Tre said throwing a bag of weed and a Optimo on the arm rest.

"Not it." I yelled.

"You get on my nerves." Couture rolled her eyes getting the stuff off the arm rest.