Hood Nigga Intentions

Chapter 26- Memories back then

"Kayden!" ..

....

"Aye yo, Kay to the motha'fucking den. Do you hear me? Shoot back pussy!"

I opened my eyes to see a flat screen T.V. projected in-front of me like a simulated game from a pixel animation. Turning to my left, I seen Chris laying down; running his suckers on the phone with his legs bent up into the sky, feet positioned on the wall. Peanut sat close to me, fidgeting his arms with the game station controller in his grasp.

"I'm winning. You losing. Dumb ass nigga" Peanut squealed out loud, sticking his tongue out while fiercely slamming his thumb into one of the small buttons.

I stared at him as if I was witnessing a live ghost.

This nigga died in my arms.

But he here now.

"I missed you dawg" I croaked a little. I was feeling those emotional ass tears coming so I fought back any chance of letting a tear slip.

"Boy fuck is you talkin?" Peanut raised his eyebrow, never taking his determined face away from the screen.

"This a dream or something man?" I said while looking around. The room had to been Peanut's by the way his shit was set up. He was barely home so it consisted of a simple bed, two plastic white chairs in front of the flat screen, a ordinary dresser, and plain night stand. The nigga was mostly with us and had his own room in the Trap establishment.

Everybody had they own dripped out closet too.

" A dream? Now hold the fuck up" Peanut rushed out before pausing the game. When he faced me, my lungs felt tight as the younger version of Peanut stared back at me.

"What the fuck you been smoking and why you ain't share?"

"Yeah why you ain't share. We suppose to be niggas and you smoking on fairy dust when we gone" Chris added on with the phone to his chest as if he over heard Peanut's commotion.

"I ain' smoking nothing man I'm just glad to see you. That's all" I replied.

Chris stared blankly at me for a whole five minutes.

They both did.

"Nah man I can't even wrap my head around his bullshit" Chris said shaking his head getting back to his phone call.

"Im not even boutta waste...." Peanut said  while unpausing the game-" ..my damn time".

"Where my girl Natasha?" I popped up out the chair, jolting Chris and Kayden up with big eyes.

"Nigga you like Natasha?!" Chris shouted.

"That's some bullshit you know I was finna tag shawty" Peanut grunted, cutting his eye at me.

"You can have her fine ass. I heard she finna get all these tattoos. That girl gon' leave yo stupid ass for me so prepare yourself" Peanut chimed with a happy to himself grin.

"Im in my memories, this is all fake or old" I felt a wave of nausea fly over my body, making me sit down quickly.

"You mixed my weed wit yo weed" Peanut eyed me cautiously.

"No, I'm okay" I replied, rubbing my eyes.

When I opened them, I was somewhere else.

"Here give me $10 for a dime" Chris said to a random person Ive never seen before.

It was clear after a couple seconds that he was doing a transaction. We was on our block before we started making big money. Peanut was wearing a tan dickie suit with white air force ones while Chris had on the black suit and black, fresh timberland boots.