rain, rain, oh rain....
i saw drake march out of wynters room, with a hand marked on the other side of his face.... uh-oh this cant be good. i shaked that thought out of my mind. maybe she was non-violent? HA! you would of thought... well then... we will see for ourselves. i march into her room. as soon as i open the door the smell of weed hit my face, while DMX: up in here, was blaring. see, i told you, DMX + weed + wynter= violence... Will you get out off here? fine, fine, sheesh... "ayye rain!" uh-oh... " wuzzz up!!!!" she dapped me "wynter, give me your weed..." "NO! get ya own." uh-oh ha jamaican accent coming out meaning she gonna turn from smoking bob marely into beat ya up aunt madea. "wynter, the concert is in 2 hours...." "2 hours!!! omg my hair needs to be done!!! what am i gonna wear!!!!!!" she ran past me knocking madea down... "CHILD, WHAT THE HECK WRONG WITH YA KNOCKING ME DOWN LIKE YOU DA PO-PO IS YOU DA PO-PO... YOU KNOW WHAT! TURN AROUND--" "no!" SLAP! POW! SLAP-SLAP POW! SLAP.... 30 minutes of beating later. "oww, my butt sure gonna look fat now cuz its swollen." wynter complained. deandra laughed as she put on her fake eyelashes. "calm down ma, wear something tight like a booty skirt, then ya butt wont look that swollen.." "good idea, ya see rain thats some logical thinking right thurr.." wynter said making deandra giggle while i rolled my eyes. "w.e..." 1 hour of preparing later. "we iz BAD!" deandra yelled walking towards the door. "we out aunt made-" "dont be messing wit that fool chris ya hear me wynter? cuz im watching ya." madea yelled interrupting deandra. "uh-huh." "bye ya'll." and with that madea slammed the door in our face. wow.... can you feel the love in the air?
madea... you aint want none of this
i know that fool gonna talk to him... i just know it. but dont worry, i got my jail buddies from Georgier to help me solve this.... what would madea do? you'll find out later.
you thought i was gonna leave you hanging right? lol, i aint about that life.
WYNTER! PREPARE FOR THE COLD WEATHER!
As soon as we got too the concert, i already knew this was legit. people had hookas had weed rolled up, acohol all up in here, my dude i was hype. until i bumped into this little asian chick with blonde hair... wait isnt that honey cocaine. "oh sorry." she said giggling "no prob its all good in my hood." "im sochitta, or honey cocaine." "im wynter. no nickname tho..." we dapped then she took me and the girls backstage. " ahh, yo dads are tht famous lawyer company davis and jones? she asked reffering to me and rain. we both shook our heads yes. " thats koo. so if i go to jail, could one of ya'll bust me out?" we all busted out laughing. not realizing the concert was gonna begin soon. and then chris and tyga came in.
YOU WANT ANOTHER ROUND.
when i walked in the room with ty to see wynter.... well, my heart stopped. i gasped mad loud making wynter jumping out of her seat. and when you saw that booty.... dear Lord let me stop before i violate the young readers minds. "uh.. hey chrissy. this is wynter, rain, and deandra." "i know who they are." i said more harsh then i meant. i went to wynter and grabbed her waist. i knew my feelings were about to pour out right now so let me say or do something to hide it."time to take out the trash!" i yelled picking wynter up onto my shoulder, marching out. wynter was hitting on my back for me to stop, but... but... idk, i just cant her know i got feeling for her. not right know. "chris get tyga its time to do your wadrobe!" A'rain our wadrobe designer, yelled. as soon as she saw me holding wynter she stared. she couldnt see wynter's face because her hair was in the way. "and put sochitta down." she said turning around. "ill be back stinky- i mean wynter." i giggled. A'rain stopped cold in her tracks. by the time she turned around wynter was all ready enetering the next room. A'rain teared up but quickly wiped the tears away, then etered the dressing room. "LEGGO TY! i yelled, marching into the room too. after me, ty, sochitta, and ymcmb and maybach music all got their outfits on, we started the concert. when me and ty was rapping: snapbacks back, i saw wynter grinding on some other dude. oh heck no wait until this song is over. when i got off stage i confronted the dude. "ayye man, watchu doing with my gurl?" he scoffed. "yo gurl? yo gurl! my dude werent you jus calling ha trash. face it man, she might be with you, but she leaving with me--" thats all he had to say, i smashed that mans head in a wall, and when he fell i began pounding and pounding on his face. then some big old lady who looked like a dude, with gray hair and was taller then me, came up with some other old ladies and puched me. K.O.
RACK CITY, RACK RACK CITY...
i had no idea where chris was. i need him for two reasons. 1. so kae his "girlfriend could stop nagging me about where he at and what he doing. and 2. he suppose to perform next! this fool better of not gotten high. ughh, how am i gonna tell the fans... you know what, i'll perform. i told my manager and he was ok with it. my manager told the crowd, so now i can perform.. here i go...
half way through the song rack city, some crack head gone throw a garbage can at me... what the...
"WHO DID IT!!!! WHO THREW THE GARBAGE CAN!" some idiot gone raise his hand like he's in school... he was smiling. now he done did it. "YOU KNOW WHAT! SINCE YOU ALL BIG AND BAD, LETS TAKE THIS OUTSIDE!" i yelled. the crowd cheered and shouted. i was amped up, too hype, but i gotta finish the song. wait until this songs over.
a/n: yeah, its been a while, so here ya go! comment, vote. thanks<3
