All 3 of them sanders boys so mfn fine, they get it from their fine ass daddy! Ughhhhhh🥴😩.
𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎
"I wish the neighborhood, could stay like this." I posed in the Garland Pose.
"It must be noisy or something?" My sister Imani asked, also striking the same position. We were in my front yard doing yoga.
"Noisy?" I looked at her like she was crazy. "My next door neighbor is so fucking annoying. He blasts his music out loud, I'm pretty sure the whole neighborhood can hear what he's playing. And then he brings different women in and out of his house everyday. He's annoying as hell. I wish he would gone somewhere." I complained.
"Bitch he can't be that bad. He's old or something?"
"Naw he's my age. I just can't deal with him and he's always making remarks and shit." I said, my voice filled with annoyance.
"He can't be that bad." Imani didn't believe it, just wait till she sees him. We switched to a different Yoga pose. In the process of doing the standing forward bend pose.
Shedeur was walking across my lawn like he owned the place, his tall, athletic frame cutting through the grass with purpose.
He had something in his hand—one of my packages, no doubt. Amazon had been delivering my stuff to his house for weeks, and I was starting to think it was on purpose.
The man was arrogant, cocky, and way too good-looking for his own good. His cornrows were perfectly styled, his dark skin glowing from under his tank top, and his dark brown eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as he approached.
I straightened up, wiping my hands on my yoga pants. "What do you want, Shedeur?" I asked, my voice dripping with annoyance.
He smirked, holding out the package. "Your Amazon obsession strikes again. They keep sending yo shit to my house."
