Bre: I'm not going up in there Lizz.
Lizz: girl yes you is and my stuff in here and I'm not going in by myself.
Bre: fuck that shh
Lizz grabbing her pulling her in the house. Lizz starts talking whispering
Lizz: let's go to the living room
Bre: can I at lease be behind you ion got no gun.
Lizz: go head cry baby
Lizz and Bre tip toeing to the living room and sees some one head. Pointing the gun
Lizz: don't move
Girl: um Lizz it's me. What's going on I thought you knew I was coming. I texted ya phone
Lizz: janee?
Getting up from her seat.
Janee: yes Lizz. I texted ya # you ain't text back. When me you and the girls was on the phone you said if you not here your spare key under your flower pot.
Lizz: I didn't get a text
Lizz walked up to janne for a hug. Then walks to the kitchen to get her a drink cause she was scared to death.
Lizz: I gotta get a drink this bitch scared me. We was at the church. You talked to everybody else Janne.
Janee: they said they will be here on tomorrow. When the party?
Bre: this weekend, I'm finna go to bed I'll talk to y'all in the morning
