Later, 12:30 p.m.
After a good shower, I got dressed and decided to call Carter. But before I even unlocked my phone, those two ratchet ass kids banged on my damn door.
"OPEN THE DOOR BEFORE I KNOCK IT DOWN, HOE!" one of them said.
"Uh...what the hell?!" I said to myself.
Flicked J and Hickie are known as the two baddest kids in the apartment. Flicked J is 5 and Hickie is 6. They're nice kids when they wanna be nice, but they need several cans of "Whoop-Ass" to have everyday.
*Opens Door*
"Uh, did ya'll mommas ever taught ya'll how to say, hello? Good evening? Or good afternoon?!" I said.
"Yeah, good afternoon, bitch." Hickie said.
"Oh no. I'm gone need ya'll to make a U-Turn and go back to where ya'll came from. Until you two learn how to speak to grown folks, don't bother coming up to A13 again. And tell ya mommas that too." I said.
*Slams Door*
"THAT'S WHY YO LIP HANGING, WITCHA PANKCAKE LIP ASS!!" Yelled Flicked J.
"YA MOMMA, WITCHA FLICKED ASS!" I yelled back.
After they left, I finally got the chance to call Carter to see if he was ready.
Carter: Hello?
Me: Hey, are you ready?
Carter: Yeah, I'm outside. I'm in a black, Impala. I'll be standing by it.
Me: Okay, I'm on my way now.
I locked my house up and headed down stairs to meet with Carter. When I saw Carter, I was in love with the way he looked. He's so handsome. His pretty eyes caught my attention as I walked towards him.
"Hi." he said.
"Hi, Carter." I said, smiling.
"You look amazing, Jeremy." he said.
Awwwwwwwww!! He said I looked amazing!!! (smiles hard)
"Thank you, so do you." I said, blushing.
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808 Productions
عاطفيةPersuing his career as a Hip-Hop/RnB Music Producer, Jeremy gets caught up in a unbreakable situation. Will music save his life? Will he put his heart before a key?
