Keep it One Hunned

Lil Peanut.

Nae POV:

It's my last day in the hospital. I had to stay a couple of days so that the doctors would know if I'll be fine. Neeks has came everyday bring me food because this hospital food ain't shit. They're feeding me fucking dead people I got my stuff packed and put on some skinnys and whit T that Been bring me he said that he was bringing me a friend to meet today. I sender who.

Knock knock knock.

Come in. I said. Neek peeked his head through the door. (You dressed ma?) Yeah I'm dressed I said coming out the bathroom. Why wussup? I said.

I bring someone to meet you. Remember?

Oh yeah I do. So who is it. I said anxious to see who it was.

Come on in here punk. Wutchu scared for? Neek chuckled.

A little boy apeard from behind him.

I ain't no punk man. Watch ya tone nigga. Watch ya tone. The little boy said. I burst into laughter.

I walked over to them and squated down to his eye level. And what is your name handsome?

My name Vantrell. (Von-trell is how you pronounce it ) and handsome? Girl this sexyness and you right along with me.

I was leaning over by this point. Why is that so?

Hell yeah! He said. And Neek greeted him with a slap too his head. Boy watch yo damn mouth!

My bad man. He said.

Well this is my nephew. But we call him peanut. And I'm pretty sure you know why.

I laughed. Well peanut your cute just like your uncle.

Come on Nae. Let's getxhu out of here. Any body up for ice cream. Been said leading us out the door.

Shiid I am! Peanut said.

Peanut I'm finnah beatchi ass boy.

My bad! He said. Running to the elevators.

How old is he? I asked Neek.

He's 7. He said and slowly pecked my lips.

I giggled. He's an interesting seven.