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★ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 ★
ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 27ᴛʜ, 2021

1:05 PM

" You gone do something strange for a piece of changed?" I joked, making Sanya smack her teeth, she was begging for a dollar to get a Reese cup from the vending machine.

" Come onn." She smacked her teeth," it's just a dollar, i ah cashapp it back to you dawg."

I rolled my eyes and sighed pulling out a $5 bill out my pocket," Gimme some chips and a water."

She nodded heading over to the vending machine, we were on our way back to my dorm cause she was gone hit the gym with me.

I watched her grab the items and happily skipped towards me.

" Ol happy ass." I chuckled, grabbing my items out her hand," You really gone come with me to the gym or you chickening out."

" I'm really coming boy." She mugged on stuffing my change in the duffel bag she had on her shoulder," I really needa get a good workout in."

" Ya hair gone sweat out." I unlocking my dorm door," They cute and long as fuck, they damn near floor sweepers."

" Thanks, and I know I only had em in for about a week and a half." She said entering into my dorm," Gotta find somebody to do me a wig."

" Go to my bestie, she in Indiana." I said plopping on the couch," She fye with that hair shit."

" Oh really." She said it was like she was in shock that I had a girl bestfriend," Can I see her work?"

" Mhm." I hummed in response pulling out my phone. I searched up Nirah's hair page and showing her Nirah's work, she was truly talented but this just the began.

She scanned the page for a few moments before sending it to herself. She then clicked on Nirah's personal page cause the @ was in her bio, and scrolled through it. For a second I thought I seen a look of disgust on her face but she continued making the face.

" You good?" I questioned.

" Yeah." She chuckled sending Nirah's personal page to herself," My nose was itchy Ian wanna scratch it."

" Aw okay."

She gave me my phone back, and sat up straight.

" I guess we should hit the gym."



★ 𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ★
2:15 pm

" I'm smoking doja, my cup dirty, Percocets, I'm on two." I rapped taking a long puff out my blunt," This nigga actin' like a bitch, I can't control what he do."

" Say, JB whatcha say what happened at the store the otha day?" My homie dj asked. He began pulled out a small sack of weed from his Nike hoodie pocket.

" I saw this fine ass shorty at the store, and she had all these groceries and shit so I thought I should make my way over there and shoot my shot." I explained," A black, burnt, shit lookin' nigga gon' approach us and shit, I'm like this can't be her boyfriend. This nigga not even her boyfriend, and he muggin' me like he had a problem or sum."

" Prolly like her." He shrugged, he licked the blunt and rolled it to perfection. DJ also rolled the perfect blunts and woods he been doing this shit since twelve," You kno' how these niggas is."

" Well, that's too damn bad." I spoke nonchalantly.

" I'm tired of this grandpa." Dj mumbled to himself and laughing. He be claiming he hear voices in his head. I thought it was the weed but I'm starting to believe this nigga.

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