sinfully in love | blueface | completed

a bug's life

Meechie pov

I flicked the lighter in my hand, waiting for Que and Zeke to talk.

I'm really in this hoe playing peace maker.

When Lauren called me last night, the nigga was just outside sitting in his car 'cause he realized he ain't even know where the party was at.

I was honestly tired of this shit. If they wasn't gone shoot each other then it was pointless.

Zeke already can't fight and he still do shit to get him beat up 'cause he knew Trey was gone ride for him.

At the same time, Que doing too much, walking 'round holding a grudge 'cause Zeke wanna talk to his girl, which he prolly just wanna talk to her to fuck with him.

The difference between us is that it wouldn't be no grudge to hold 'cause Zeke would've been dead by now.

Trey was also in the room, sitting in the chair while quietly staring at Que.

I was surprised he even came since he hasn't said shit to me since I told him he couldn't do shit to Que.

Sensitive ass nigga.

My thumb ran across the spark wheel, looking at these big ass kids throw a temper tantrum. I wonder if this what I'ma have to do when Aria and Ashton be beefing.

I'm picking Aria side every time. She don't bother nobody.

"Damn nigga, y'all gone say some?" Trey demanded.

"He the one with the problem. Wanna fight over some pussy."

"Watch ya mouth bro." I warned, "That's my family."

Que started bouncing his leg, "It wasn't never 'bout no pussy. You wanna show out in front of some hoes, asking me if I got enough money to buy a bitch a drink."

We would've fought in front of them same hoes he was tryna flex for.

Zeke was cool as hell but he did like showing out for some reason. It's wild 'cause he don't have no money forreal besides what he make here.

They ain't even know each other before he started working here so it prolly wasn't nobody but Trey ole big mouth ass who said some.

We made eye contact and I shook my head, "You stay telling some shit don't it?"

"Ian say nothin'." He said while mugging Zeke, "I wouldn't do no lame shit like that."

He shifted in his chair, looking stupid, "I was just making a joke. Ion know that man life."

"You don't know me to be making no jokes though."

I leaned back in my chair. feeling like a principal or some. I needa go into business for this shit.

It's crazy I can help two niggas stop beefing and I can't even communicate with my wife properly. I'm willing to take some of the blame on that, but I feel like most of it is 'cause she don't be wanna listen to anybody.

She made me feel some typa way when she was talking 'bout we were excluding her from the family. I planned to talk to Lauren and Lucas, maybe tell them to chill on the ignoring her shit.

I really ain't feel like that was my place since they wasn't saying just no out the way, crazy shit to her. They siblings and I felt like siblings argue for a lil minute and then get over it.

It ain't help that she was only 4 years older than Lucas, 3 years older than Lauren, and the fact that they watched her do sneaky shit, making it that much harder for them to take her seriously.