Shootout

(05) I'm in

     "You drive so fucking fast." I rolled my eyes, holding on to the back of my chair since he's twenty past the speed limit.

He chuckled. "You safe with me. I ain't never got in a wreck before."

"So speeding is normal to you, huh?" I asked smartly.

     "Sho is." He laughed.

His laugh was so cute. It was deep and raspy. I wanted to do some funny shit just to hear that laugh again.

     "So... is this like a date?" I asked.

      "It can be." He shrugged. "Where you wan' go?"

     "It's up to you. You're the one who invited me out."

He sucked his teeth. "I hate when bitches say that shit... Just tell me where you wanna go ma."

     "Let's go to Tsunami. You like Japanese food?" I asked.

     "Never had it before."

     "What?" I asked in shock. "You never ate Japanese food?"

     "Nah, I had Japanese food plenty of times." He chuckled. "I'm sayin' I ain't never been to Tsunami."

     "Ohhhh. I thought you were saying you never had Japanese food. I was bouta say." I giggled.

As we approach a red light he stops and looks over at me, biting his lip. "You look cute today." He complimented, sizing me up and down.

     "Aw thanks." I blushed.

I took out my phone and typed in the directions to the restaurant in google maps, then I placed my phone on the dashboard so he could follow the directions.

As he was driving, I noticed a gun tucked in his jeans, but I didn't say anything.

     "You tryna smoke?" He asked.

     "You got gas?"

He nodded and motioned his head to the glove compartment. "In there."

I opened it up and pulled out a backwood and a strand of weed that he kept in a ziplock bag, then I began rolling a blunt.

He turned on the radio, flicking through radio stations until he finds one that he likes as he's driving and as I'm rolling. Once he finally found a good radio station, he turned the volume up to the maximum and lil baby played through the speakers.

I paid some extra before we even come out
And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin'
I hit the bitch and I gave her some racks
And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin'
Go on a store run and get rubber bands
I done got rich, I done put on my mans
Choppers in traffic, that's just how I'm livin'

I sung along to the lyrics as I rolled. And as I got done, he passed me a lighter to spark the blunt up. I took two pulls of it, and passed it to him.

I watched as he hit the blunt, inhaling the smoke and making a bubble in his mouth with the smoke before blowing it out.

"Now I'm even more hungry than I was before. You know smoking makes you hella hungry."

"Damn right." He laughed.

The car was silent as he drove, but not an awkward silence because there was music playing throughout the car and we were both getting high together.