"Babe, I'm fucking hungry and you were supposed to make that run forty-five minutes ago," Sienna said firmly. "I don't know what the hell you expect bruh, that shitty ass car hasn't been working for days," Mike replied. "First off, "bruh", I told you to not call me that. Do I look like one of your homies? Fuck no."
Sienna smirked, threw herself on their raggedy old couch downstairs and put her feet up on the glass table that she stole got the thrift shop down the street. "It's fucking hot babe, don't tell me air conditioner isn't working again." Mike came downstairs and sat down next to her. "I don't know about that, but how about I make it hotter in here?" They both smiled at each other, for they knew what they were about to do.
Sienna climbed on top of Michael and began to make out with him aggressively. Things escalated quickly when Sienna stripped down naked, sat on his lap and spread her legs. Michael wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her from behind, his grip getting tighter and tighter with every thrust. He kissed her neck and rubbed her thick, soft thighs as she breathed heavily, and moaned softly. Sienna began to move her hips in a circular motion, grinding on him, and begging for more. However, they were both oblivious from the orgasmic pleasure that they didn't realize their windows were still open, and their blinds were still up.
Unfortunately, everything was interrupted by a loud knock on their door that was three knocks away from busting off the hinge. "SHIT!" They both stood up instantaneously and grabbed two nearby fleece blankets that lay on the beat up recliner in one of the corners of the living room. Michael, being the "more built" one, answered the door, sweating bullets. It was Dee, Mike's good friend who was real good with handling their drugs.
"Wassup?" Dee said smiling, and reaching in for one of those "gangsta hugs/handshakes". Sienna got up from the couch and walked over to the door, still covering herself in the blanket. Dee started laughing. "Damn dawg, it's like ninety degrees in here, but you still got it in. Respect!" Mike smirked. "What do you need?" he asked.
Dee pulled out a bottle of codeine he picked up from one of his friend's house, and a pound of marijuana. "Well, D-Roc said you were late on the run, and I was on 132nd Street anyway so I figured, why not help a nigga out. Nahmean?" Dee explained. Mike thanked him and Dee headed back to his car and drove off, yelling "keep in touch" out the window. Michael turned back and look at Sienna, who had unknowingly dropped her blanket, and was ready to attack him at any moment. He set the drugs on the TV stand, closed the windows and the blinds, and picked Sienna up and pressed her against the wall. They began to have more sweaty, aggressive sex.
This time Sienna did not hold back. She was screaming, at the peak of orgasm. It was quite evident, at that point that missing the drug run was not a big deal. By the time they finished having sex, and had their blunts and dirty sprite for the night, they both passed out in their bedroom upstairs.
The next morning Sienna sees that she had a missed call from her mom. "The fuck? Since when does my birth-giver ever call me?" She asked herself. "Baby, shut up." Michael said while turning over to continue sleeping. Sienna went down stairs to the bathroom, and called her mom back while playing with her face in the mirror.
*See bottom for translations* "Hola?" said Sienna's mom. "Hola Ama, acabo de ver que me has llamado. Hay algo mal?" Sienna said loudly because of the bad connection. "Si. Tu hermano ha muerto de forma inesperada y soy un desastre. Necesito que vengas y me ayudes a limpiar la casa. Se que esto es repentino, mija, pero yo te lo pagare. Se que usted puede estar enojado conmigo, pero yo podria enfermarse tambien. Por favor, ayuda," Sienna's mom replied with a shakey voice. Despite Sienna's shock and concern, her rebellious and defensive personality caused her to react otherwise. That's all she's ever done, is act like she didn't care, and that nothing was a big deal. "Yo soy solo dieciocho anos, como se supone que debo ayudarte? Tengo mis propios problemas mama." Sienna said trying to act like she didn't give a fuck. Her mom replied with a quiet "Por favor, mija." Sienna didn't know how to react but at this point in her life she was only eighteen and her life was already coming to an awful end. "Muy bien," She said trying to sound like she was only helping for the money. "Voy a ser mas tarde," she said right before hanging up. Her mom thanked her.
*translations* "Hello?", "Hi Mom, I just saw you called me. Is something wrong?" , "Si. Your brother has died unexpectedly and I'm a mess. Need you to come and help me clean the house. I know this is sudden, mija, but I will pay you. I know you can be mad at me, but I might get sick too. Please help." , "I'm only eighteen, and I'm supposed to help? I have problems of my own." , "Please, mija." , "Fine." , "I'll be over later."
