𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

I was sitting in the living room, on FaceTime with Dex because he was scared to be at the doctors by himself.

"Hello mr.Jackson your test results came back." The doctor said over the phone.

He muted the mic, he prolly got a disease or something.

Don't call me den ho!

"Kulture you stole my socks?" Cam came into the living room with a empty case of socks.

Yes.

"No." I scrunched my face up.

"See, you been around me too long, you starting to lie too much." He mugged me.

"How you gone tell me if I stole yo socks?" I squinted my eyes.

"Nigga those my socks you wearing right now." He said and pointed.

I looked down at my feet.

"They cute on me ain't they?" I cheesed.

"You buying me some more socks. Fucking sock thief." He stood infront of me.

I ignored him, while I scrolled through my Instagram.

"I want some icecream." I said out of nowhere.

"I want some new socks." He looked at me with the most serious face.

HAHAHAHA!

"Come on let's go to Dairy Queen." I stood up and grabbed his hand.

He snatched his hand away from me. "We can get my socks while we out, but uan getting no icecream."

"Bet I don't buy no dusty ass socks." I whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"You gone buy me some socks cus nobody told you to wear the ones I bought." He stared at me.

"They are reusable socks my guy."

"Yo crunchy toe ass, bet I don't reuse a fuck ass thang."

"Stop talking to me Cameron."

"BUY ME SOME FUCKING SOCKS." He yelled.

"Dirty ass, crying over socks." I mumbled to myself.

"I never met somebody who steals socks, you dirty. Get out my house."

"This is our house." I looked at him and smiled.

"Bro, just buy me some more socks." He said.