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❛𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 kissed my cheek—he was currently hugging my five six figure crying. "my baby is really going to college." he sniffled; looking up at me with his teary red eyes. i sucked my teeth, 'this nigga is too old for this shit'. my dad chuckled."igh come on sani, he gon be late for the plane." my father attempted to pull my mother off of me, he was not letting go.
i laughed hugging his shorter figure."mama imma be ok, i got my bear. Barney" i whispered into his ear. he sniffled finally letting me go. "pryce chance watkins's, i swear fo' God you betta' call me everyday! if you don't im coming to cali and beating the black off of you!"
"ok ma, i promise i am !". my dad Grinned as he walked up to me hugging me. "i love you ry, tell yo brother i love him too for me, ight?" he spoke rubbing my back. i nodded my head wrapping my arms around his back. 'large back ass.'
"i love you to da, and i will" he patted my back twice before pulling back. "bye baby! i love you!" my mom Practically screamed, i laughed turning around waving at them. before Proceeding my way boarding the plane, i could hear his cries get louder.
i shook my head walking through the door following behind the rest of the people as i got my ticket out my sweatpants pocket, reading over it one more time finally spotting my seat.
Sighing, i sat down placing my headphones over my ears as '𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓' blasted through them, my head rested on the pillow head rest. my hand ran down my face as i let out a dramatic sigh—i need a blunt.
𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, i was finally here. in cali, a grin Painted my face— walking through the airport, trying to spot my brother, king. he had moved to cali once he was 18, he owns a barber shop and lives in a middle class neighborhood. i won't be staying with him though, i'll be in my dorm room, at 𝐔𝐂𝐋𝐀.
i got a scholar ship for basketball, i Grew fond of playing basketball at the age of twelve—and i've stuck to it ever since.
i cheesed as i spotted my brother, walking into his Open arms he chuckled. " wassup ry, i missed you" he rubbed my back. " i missed you too big bruh, how you been doing?" i asked as he grabbed my luggage before we began walking to his white trackhawk.
'Good, wbu? ma still up yo ass everyday huh? and damn nigga you only bought two suitcases?"he laughed opening the trunk sitting my bags in there before closing it back. he jogged over to the drivers door opening it sliding in.
"hell yea, nigga won't leave me alone for one minute-but the rest of my shi inna U-haul." king chuckled at pryce's words starting the engine as i Buckled my seatbelt. frowning when king didn't do the same.
"Put your seatbelt on..please" i said. "ion need that shit ry, i'm goo-" he stopped once he noticed the Gloss in my eyes. he sighed snapping the seatbelt as i smiled.
"better?"he asked sarcastically. "yes, very." i beamed sarcastically showing the same energy. "Cry baby ass" he mumbled. i gasped placing my hand onto my chest.
"Well bitch, excuse me for caring about my big brother." i spoke, wiping a fake tear. he sucked his teeth pulling into the gated community.
"Whateva, how pa doing?" he asked tapping his finger against the leather steering wheel. "he good, he told me to tell you he loves you."
he hummed, king and dad haven't been cool about since what happened last time.But that's not a story to tell right now.
we pulled into the driveway of the two story luxurious home the outside of the house being black brick—it was beautiful. i stared at the house in adore showcasing my black braces.
"ight come on train tracks" king spoke holding the door open for me, i rolled my eyes following his directions into the house. 'this shit look expensive as hell' all thou—it's nothing im surprised by.
" come on lil nigga, this ya room" he carried my suitcases walking up the steps. he soon walked into a room, everything being black and grey. king opened a closet door sitting my bags in their, closing the door back. i plopped down on the bed snuggling into the cushions.
shit feel like heaven.
"ight so when you not on campus you can come hea, ight? imma help you move into campus tomorrow, and uhh" he dragged trying yo remember what he was about to say. "i got you ah key made!" he said digging into his shorts pocket, pullling out a sliver key.
"hea" he handed it to me as i placed it in my pocket. "ight lmk if you need anything else, ight ry?" he spoke sternly. i nodded my head thinking about what else i could need from him.
Weed.
"Oh wait! " i spoke grabbing his attention before he could leave out. "Wassup?" He turnt back around. "you got some weed on you?"
he nodded his head grabbing it from his pocket giving me a baggie, some Russian creams, and a lighter. "Preciate it big bruh" i smiled at him as i began opening the baggie up.
king didn't have a problem with me smoking, in fact he smoked with me. im glad he was a cool older brother like that though.
"mhm you welcome" he spoke before he softly shut the door. i sighed as i began rolling up, using the baggie as a tray as it sat in my knee. licking the blunt closed, i picked up the red lighter king let me use.
i sparked the blunt up taking a long pull from it, i sighed releasing the drug into the air. kicking my Pink crocs off i rested my back against the black headboard.
