Lanae
Plug's ApartmentWalking up to the door I knocked and waiting a couple of minutes, nobody answered. Finally I texted my plug "open the door nigga" and within another another minute he answered.
"you've been knocking ? My fault I didn't hear you , been in here bullshitting." Jordan chuckled giving me that same innocent and sweet smile he always gives me.
"yeah whatever" I walked inside the apartment to his bed room seeing that he had a few of his homeboys over.
He always served me in his room whenever he had people over never wanting people to see his moves whether they were friends or not. I met Jordan threw a friend when I was in college but it got to expensive so I had to leave. I worked full time as a CNA and I had my own place so I was making things work. I became a pothead in college and Jordan been my plug for a while he had the best gas compared to these other bs ass plugs and he always come through with the deals. I was 20 years old , 5'4, caramel brown skin , thick natural hair , but I was more on the thick and plus size side. I had a pudge , love handles , back rolls , you name it . However, I carried it well and took care of myself. I wasn't the one into makeup and all the extra. Eyelashes and lipgloss did enough for me. Niggas and bitches tried but I was never serious because I've been through a lot and refused to go through anymore heartache.
Jordan was 24 light skinned , with a full beard and a little on the short side , only a few inches taller than me with a little meat on him . Never thought I would be attractive to him but I was , he didn't know that though. He tried as well but I didn't take him seriously because for one I barely knew him and I wasn't just about to give it up that easier. You want me you gotta apply pressure.
"how much you getting again ?" He grabbed the jar of bud off the counter and grabbed the scale.
"a half" I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"damn my fault, I forgot ... henny got me tripping" while scaling my weed.
"alcoholic"
"pothead" he shot back quickly while laughing
"who you be smoking all this weed with anyway?"
"me , myself , and I"
"you blow like that ?" He smirked ,
"I don't believe it"
"don't then" I said laughing and walked out the room towards the door.
As I was leaving one of his homeboys said "damn babygirl why your thick ass leaving?" .. Jordan told him to chill the fuck out while walking me to the door. As I left he told me to hit him up and locked the door behind me.
Lanae's Apartment
Getting to my apartment I got comfortable and rolled me a blunt while listening to Brent Faiyaz. It was a Friday night , and I had the weekend off so I decided to just chill. Halfway through my blunt, I had a FaceTime from one of my closest friends.
"wtf you want bitch ?" I answered while pulling from my blunt.
"Naaaaaaeeeeeee I miss you , wyd"? Chrissy loud ass blasting through the speaker.
"I miss you too Chris , chilling enjoy this good gas" I said laughing and blowing smoke.
"well let's go out and enjoy some niggas , I wanna go to this party that a friend of mine of having."
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Broken
General Fiction"I had never killed nobody before but now I was a killer. I killed my rapist and I didn't feel bad about it at all" -------------- Will she let the past continue to effect her life? Will she ever allow herself to be happy? NOT FINISHED ‼️