𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 // dave.east

𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 #25

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𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 ♘

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 .

narnia hiccuped, tears painted her brown-skinned cheeks.

her hands shook as she hurriedly dialed dave's number.

her eyes scanned throughout the streets as she placed the phone towards her ear.

yooo.

dave.

narnia? yeah, wassup? i'm about to get on the jet now. why do you sound like that?

help.

𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞𝗦 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗥

why are you coming here?

narnia finally asked her question, the morning after dave announced he was going to chicago to see her.

girl, i just told yo ole pluff fish head why.

but, i wanna know whyy.

dave laughed.

what you on girl? wassgood shawty?

my face, wassup witchu?

this-

ding-a-ling.. ding-a-ling! .. ding-a-ling!

dave's front door bell rung.

he glanced back at his door, in confusion - he didn't expect anyone to come knocking at his door.

aye, hold on right quick ma.

probably one of his day hoes.

narnia mumbled, as she picked at her fingernails.

if you don't shut yo jaw, lil girl. if that was the case, you would be the only one ringing that bell now, gook.

i ain't yo day or night hoe, jit.

got a thingg on my hoe. keep that thing with my hoee.

man, i swingg with my hoee.

narnia rolled her eyes, with a slight smile - before joining in.

who are youu? not my bro. not my brooo, he my hoeee.

dave shook his head with a chuckle, as he grabbed his .19 and loaded his clip.

his eyebrows furrowed, as he jogged downstairs - placing the gun in his belt holster.

"who is it?" he shouted, and waited for an answer.

"da-dave!" he heard a familiar voice, but it sounded gurgled.

he tilted his head, "tysheem?"

dave grabbed his front door and swung it open - his glock pointed directly in front of him.