"Are you ready?" Dee called to Deme. "As always." Deme giggled as she laced up her Jordan's. Dee put her hands on the straps of her light washed ripped denim dungarees. "Leggo!" Dee picked up her car keys and strolled out.
"You look bad as hell." Deme smiled. "If I gotta be a bitch I'ma be a bad one. " Dee shrugged as they hopped in to her car. "Turn it up." Deme ordered as Dee took a turn. Deme got fed up and turned it up.
Deme clicked her fingers and smiled. "What are you thinking about?" Dee asked. "If Tyrell and I ever broke up, I would stand outside his house playing this song." Deme smirked. "Would you really do that?" Dee smiled. "Dee don't question my level of craziness." Deme warned, Dee burst out laughing. "Sorry boo." Dee winked.
Dee parked the car and jumped out. "For real, why did you want to go shopping before we go?" Dee frowned. "Forever twenty one has a sale,by the time we come out it will be done." Deme shrugged. "Forever twentyone it is." Dee put her sunglasses on.
"Do you know what I wanna know?" Dee cocked her head. "What? " Deme rolled her eyes. "How do the police always know where we are?" Dee asked. "I don't know and I don't care." Deme shrugged. "For real?" Dee asked. "It doesn't bother you that they always happen to know where we are?" Dee frowned. "Nope, now stop asking." Deme walked in to the shop.
Play song
"That's nice." Deme pointed to a grey cut out top. "And that." She picked up a pair of black ripped jeans. "That's sexy as fudge!" Dee ran over to a black and grey bomber jacket and smiled. Deme looked at her in disgust. "What,you don't like it?" Dee pouted.
"No, you keep trying to make words sound cool and it's terrible." Deme said. "Okay, I didn't ask." Dee smiled. "Yes you did." Deme protested. "Okay, shut up." Dee carried on shopping. "It's our song!" Deme screamed. "I didn't ask." Dee giggled. "Your so annoying." Deme rolled her eyes. "Shush I'm trying to listen to our song." Dee kissed her teeth.
"Wondering what's on your mind
Guess you like the simple type
I ain't stupid, dumb, or blind
Won't sleep in your bed of lies
Heard you met her in the club
Tryna tell me you were drunk
I can still smell her perfume
Nigga I don't fu.k with you
I'ma drink up, I'ma smoke some'
Keep it moving, it was nice to know ya
Boy watch me leave
You ghost to me
Wish you good luck being lonely
I'ma push red every time you phone me
You bout to be
A memory
Bet she doesn't touch like me
Sure as hell don't f.ck like me
No comparison, no she don't, she don't
Ain't gon' whip it up like me
She ain't got the recipe
No comparison, no she don't, she don't
Oh no she don't, oh no she don't, oh no she
Oh no she don't, oh no she don't, oh no she"
Dee and Deme started dancing in the shop, Dee was hitting the folks while Deme milly rocked and dabbed. "Ty dollar $ign is so sexy!" Deme said as they reached the check out. Dee looked at her in disgust. "No, just no. "They walked out of the shop ,debating if the Game was sexier than Ty Dollar $ign.
Dee threw the bags in the boot of her car when the police pulled up. "Just in time." Deme chuckled. "Deme Stewfa and Dejarnè Reed, you are under arrest for the murders of Brandon Shey, Reece King and Sarayah Meyers,you do not have to say anything. But, it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence." The police officer's handcuffed the girls.
"Can we stop by burger king real quick, I'm hungry." Dee smiled.
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Behind The Scenes
Teen FictionA smile, a laugh, a cute face. To the outside world, Dee is just another pretty face but who really knows what's happening behind the scenes?
