"ma i'm going to the deli real quick to get something, i be right back" i yelled before leaving out my apartment.
i was an only child so my mom never told me no, but don't get me wrong, she was strict. no boys, no sex, no smoking, no drinking, and no sneaking nobody in her house.
"hey my heart" my suppose to be "fake brother" Roscoe said pulling me into a hug as i came out the door.
"where you been ? you ain't been outside lately," he asked "i just been chilling, at school and shit now"
"aye no cap, keep ya head in them books lil sis and i got some racks for you when you graduate"
"Roscoe move around-" i joked pushing him off of me, when all of a sudden felt somebody push me from the back.
"yo watch the fuck out y'all blocking the door dick" some lightskin nigga wit curly hair said with a attitude "we wasn't even by the door to begin wit. you could've said excuse me"
he turned back around facing me "ion gotta say sh-" his voice trailed off before he spoke again. "my bad ma, Roscoe this you?"
"nah gang, this just my lil sis. i grew up wit her and shit"
"aw shit, you from the block? what's ya name ?" he addressed me.
"can i get an apology first? you dead just tried to violate me"
"i said my fault, damn what a nigga gotta do? beg?" he said with a more softer voice this time.
"i'm just kidding you good. I gotta go to the store to get some snacks ima see y'all later" i dapped Roscoe up & made my way down the street.
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i watched as some shorty walked away. she had a good body on her, no cap. "yo, who dat" i asked Roscoe once she was far enough.
"that's India. she from the hill. she stay on like the 4th floor. Ion know how you don't know lil indie , these niggas be feening for her."
"oh word, what's her ig, lemme see sum"
i handed him my phone and he typed in her @/prettyindie
i scrolled on her page, she only had like 4 posts up, the rest were highlights. damn she bad asf i thought to myself. "youn know what apartment number she in? i'm tryna go see sum real quick"
"nah nigga whatchu you tryna do wit her? she innocent asf ion need you fucking up her life now"
"don't worry bout allat just give me her number or something" he typed her number into my contacts & i saved it as "that one shorty walking to the store" because i'm not good at names.
