A story about the continuation of our favorite show Pvalley pynk posse! This is just fiction and I do not own any rights to the characters or writing of this amazing show. Please feel free to leave your comments and let me know if you like it or not...
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Cliff's POV
"ITS YA BOY DJ NEVA SCARED! WE AINT NEVER SCARED HOE! DIRTY DIANNA BOUT TO COME FUCK THE STAGE UP FA THE 1 TIME TONIGHT!!!! MAKE SURE YALL GIVE HER ALL HER FLOWERS! AND BROWN FUBU T-SHIRT, WELCOME BACK NIGGA!"
Shit I gotta stay away from Dianna for the time being cause she was acting real shifty the last time we spoke. I ran back to the office while she went up on stage and when I did Lamarques was sitting on the couch looking at a bitch like she committed the worst kind of crime. I already know what his ass gon ask me too.
"Cliff when are we going to the hospital?" I know him so I know when he aggravated and he real aggravated right about na, but I do got a club to run chileee, sides it's only till Big L get back.
"Marques Big L still not back yet, Na just calm down."
He started walking over to me and I could tell he was getting upset. "Cliff, we can't hold this shit off."
"Hol, Hol on Marques this him calling me."
*INCOMING CALL FROM BIG L👿🙄...*
"Hello? Big L where the heyell you at?!"
"Hey Clifford, I'm not gon be able to make it back tonight mane."
"And why is that?"
"I got sum problems I gotta deal wit mane."
"Awe, is errythang alright? Please tell me ya lil gurl okay." I was starting to get worried.
"Yeah she okay Clifford. Listen Imma be there tomorrow alright and I'm sorry again."
"It's alright Big L, just make sure yo ass here tomorrow cause a bitch gon be busy."
"Alright Clifford."
*HANGS UP PHONE*
"Guess we ain't going to the hospital den." Lamarques said with the saddest look in his eyes.
"Marques...?"
"Imma go get sum air." He said barging out the office door. I know he worried about me and mad bout this shit that don happened but he needa learn how to calm down. He bringing my pressure up over this shit. Lemme go check on these niggas out here on this floor.
"Hey Uncle Clifford."
"Hey Brazil gurl."
"What the heyell happened to you?" And here her ass go wit her ole nosey behind!
Shit! I forgot this shit still visible! "Awe nun."
"Look to me like you got beat up pretty bad." Damn this bitch boutta make me cry...Ooo I'm so hot about this shit but I can't thank about that right na, I gotta be here. Heyell I shouldn't even be here in this predicament but I gots to be. I know sum ain't right up in chere chileee, I don known it fa a while na.
