𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗘 | 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗩𝗢𝗡

𝟲.

𝗦𝗬𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗜 𝗞𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 || 𝟮𝟰.

𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗚𝗢 𝗜𝗟.
𝗡𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟵, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬.
𝟭𝟬:𝟱𝟳𝗔𝗠.

"DayVon, stop." Symone laughed.

"Man, wah' I'm doin? Ian doin' nun." He smirked looking at the camera that displayed Symone.

"You staring, that's what you doin." Sy retorted.

"Fuck up. What we on today?" He asked playing with his dreads taking a couple glances at the tv that played atl.

"We? Well I'm not doing nothing today. Nobody booked me so im not busy. What are you doing?" She said fixing her freshly done braids.

"I said we. We going out. Put some clothes on. Nun too much although I already know yo' ass don't do da' most unless you got too." He shrugged smiling at her.

"Wanna know me so bad. What time should I be ready." She smiled.

"Happy ass." He laughed. "4:30 gang."

"Ok ok!" She said grabbing her phone with Von still being on the phone going in her closet.

"What you wearing?" Symone asked.

"Ian' gon lie, ah' mf don't een' kno." He replied playing with his dreads.

"Same. But, where we going?" She excitedly asked.

"Stay inna child's place." He playfully spoke.

She stale faced him. "Righttt..." she dragged pulling a couple different things from her closet to pick from.

"Gang, na' I kno' you ain' pullin' allem clothes out." Von looked.

"I have to have options, duh."

"Actin' like we finna' go ta' Dubai assum'" he laughed while she rolled her eyes.

"U betta' stop fa I pull them muhfuckas' out." He pointed.

"Whatever boy. After I pick my outfit, imma take a nap." Sy spoke yawning while Von smacked his lips.

"Yo' ass always tied. You just woke the fuck up folks."

"And? I'm tired." She rolled her eyes again.

"Ight folks. Get fucked up." Von seriously spoke. Sy loved getting under his skin.