Nipsey
"Go upstairs and put your bags in your room mani while I get MJ straight." I closed the front door behind me.
"Okay. You want me to put MJ bags in his room too?" She asked.
"Yeah, you can. Thanks mama. Come on, MJ."
He followed me into the kitchen.
I checked his cheese burger to make sure both of them didn't have no condiments on em'.
He's very finicky when it comes to his food, too, and would politely go the fuck off if it wasn't right.
"Here you go, man. Get in the chair so you can eat." MJ did what he was told and I was just about to sit with him and eat my food when I saw my nephew in the room adjacent to the kitchen.
"Oh, hell nawl, Lil Sam you gon have to raise up out of here." I told him pointing to the door with my thumb.
"Go watch TV in the guest room. Where yo daddy at?"
"I don't know where that nigga went." Roles off his tongue with an attitude.
"That nigga?" I looked at him sternly while blinking giving him an opportunity to change his response.
"He didn't say anything to me when he left." He said.
"You ate anything?"
"Nope." He sat the controller down on the table.
"Here" I said passing him my bag of food.
"Take it to the table."
"A'ight." He grabbed the bag out of my hand as he walked out of the room.
"What you supposed to say?" I asked.
"Oh, thanks." He nonchalantly said as he went into the kitchen and sat down.
"Hold up" I said after spotting two suitcases on the floor next to the couch. "Who bags are these?"
I asked him, already knowing the answer.
I was the one who told jade to drop his ass off to Sam when she called me earlier today and told me he had got put out of school today.
"Mine." He replied with a mouth full of food.
"You finished man?" I asked MJ.
"Yes, he's finished." He answered.
"I am finished." I corrected him.
"I am finished." He repeated.
"You don't want these fries?" He shook his head no.
"A'ight, put your trash in the trash can."
After putting the burger wraps in the trash, MJ then walked back over and pushed the chair back under the table just like I had taught him.
"Good job MJ."
"Gotta pee." He announced and then walked out of the kitchen toward the stairs. He refused to use the bathroom downstairs for whatever reason.
"That's a lot of shit for you to be just staying the weekend." I said turning my attention back to Lil Sam.
"My momma said I had to stay with my dad for a while."
"Why would she do that? You still got another two weeks of school left." I said sarcastically as I sat down across from him at the kitchen table.
"I got put out."
"Put our for what?" I frowned smiling sarcastically.
"The teacher tried to play me in front of the class so I told her shut up." He said without a care in the world.
