𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔 ৎ୭

XLI

Mercedes April Porter
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
A Month Later

"What we doing fa yo birthday?" D asks laying his head on my titties.

"Honestly I just wanna eat, drink, get high, and fowk." I shrug.

"Lame as hell, you turning twenty foe tomorrow." He laughs.

"The older I get, the less I celebrate. Imma just thank God fa another year and keep it pushing." I say simply.

"I know how you do, let's hit up the club." He suggests.

"Ouuu that sound nice." I smile.

"You gotta get ready fa tonight tho." He says.

"I willlll." I continue typing on my phone.

"You been saying dat fa a damn hour." He complains.

To be fair I did start to get ready but then I got lazy and laid down in my bath towel.

"Had you not went so many extra rounds yesterday, I'd have enough energy to get dressed." I sigh.

"Where we going at this time anyway?" I ask since it's literally almost midnight which is my birthday.

"Mind yo business." He mushes my head.

"Don't fuck up my weave again." I swat his hand away.

"Get off yo damn phone and get dressed." He demands.

"Get off me, I'm finna get up." I whine.

He gets off of me and I take the opportunity to get up and ready.

"Where is we going?" I ask walking into the closet.

"Just throw sumn on, damn." He smacks his teeth.

"I can't just throw anything on nigga." I complain.

"Casual, ain't nobody gone be there." He answers.

I take a peak at his outfit which is black Forces, black Amiri jeans with his gun tucked in them, and a black and green tie dye Rick and Morty graphic shirt. I been meaning to steal that shirt too.

"Where my green J's?" I ask him.

"Top of the closet." He mumbles.

"Who put those there?" I frown.

"I did, they was just scattered on the floor."

"Come get em cuz I can't reach."

I hear him say sumn under his breath before retrieving them for me. I drop my towel and put on a matching bra and panties set.

I put on a black zip up corset top and black and green tie dye stringless joggers accompanied by a black and silver Cartier crossbody purse. After putting on all of my jewelry I slip in my shoes and put on my Vogue shades.

"Why you wearing shades when it's nighttime?" He looks at me dumb.

"It's fashion, you don't get it." I wave him off.

"Niggas always tryna look like me. Stealing my drip and shit." He shakes his head.

"Bye cuz I was finna wear green anyways." I lie.

"Mhm, you look good tho." He compliments me.

"Thanks baby, I just gotta put on a lil makeup." I walk in his bathroom.

"Youn even need that shit. You pretty as fuck without it."

"I'm breaking out."

"Nigga everybody break out, let's go. It's dark anyways and we not gone run into anybody, ain't nun to worry bout." He rummages through his drawer.