13• I Could Tell You What You Want To Hear

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• 6:54 p.m •

"So are you going to the party tonight?" Jenna asked as she sipped her coffee.

"I don't know." I shrugged and drank mine.

"Come with meeeee!" She sang. "Pleaseeee?"

"Ehhhhhhhh..."

"Pweaseee." She gave me puppy eyes. "I'll be there with you. We can go shopping right now."

"Do you really want me to go?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed.

"Fine." We got up and walked to her car.

"Can we go to the bank first?"

"Yeah." She stopped at a red light. "Where do you plan on going."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Shopping."

"Oh! Um...wherever! Do a little window shopping and buy what I like."

She gave me a high five. "I like you a lot! I hope this is the start of a beautiful friendship! I thought you were a lame at first but you're chill as fuck."

   Jenna and I are reallllly getting along. She's an amazing person and really down to earth. We kicked it in a restaurant while carrying millions of bags.

"Well, Mrs. Joey Badass. Where to?" She teased as we got into the car.

I face palmed. "Jennnaaaa! Stop itttt."

"Don't deny the inevitable! And you two are Artists! Awwww feature on each other's stuff!"

"We're planning." I rolled my eyes.

"Don't get mad at me because I know you and Joey are gonna get freaky one of these days."

I slumped in my chair and groaned. "I'm serioussssss stoppppp!"

"Fine. Let's get ready for the party." She said.

"Already?"

"Yeah! Wanna stay at my place till the party starts?"

"Sure, when does it start?"

"Around nine-nine thirtyish."

"Aite. I can hang."

"Ayeeeee! That's what's up!" She cheered.

"Yooooo!" I said as we walked into her crib. "You said apartment."

"Penthouse I meant

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"Penthouse I meant." She flopped onto the couch.

I sat next to her. "It's lit though!"

"I know it!" She turned the tv ok to MTV. "You smoke weed?"

"Used to."

"Smoke with me?"

"Nahhhh."

"Hold on." She ran to a room and came back with a bong, bag and a box.

"The hell?" I chuckled. "I said no though."

She put her bong on the table and opened the box with a knife.

"I never used this bong. You can have it." She handed it to me and gave me a ziplock bag of weed.

"Damn! You the plug!" I laughed and opened the bag of weed. "Which one is this?"

"Ummmm. That's white widow."

"Lit. You look so clean cut! You really smoke?"

"Hell yeah! You look clean too!" She grabbed a glass of water.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You ready?"

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