Run

Mark my words...

Jac

5:30pm

With the old aroma of kush lingering in the air of my bedroom, I found myself lying comfortably in my bed. As Stacy made herself comfortable and rested her head upon my chest, I let out a yawn. With not getting much sleep last night, I found myself dozing off from time to time as the Bernie Mac show kept her entertained. I would often hear, as well as feel her soft laughter. I finally closed my eyes, hoping to actually get some sleep. I felt myself becoming oblivious to the sound of the tv as well as her touch, I knew that I was damn near asleep until Stacy spoke. "Bae", she spoke as she gazed up at me. I sighed before opening my eyes.

"What's up?", I queried gazing down at her.

"You hungry?", she queried as she gazed back at the television. "You didn't eat much today besides junk, plus, your stomach fussing", she said followed by chuckle.

I closed my eyes. "Shit, I'm tired as shit but a nigga can eat", I said as I opened my eyes and gazed at the ceiling. "What you talkin bout cookin though?", I queried.

"Mmm, I think you got everything in there to make some Jambalaya and I can maybe make some hot water cornbread, probably fry some chicken too. Whatever you don't have in there I could walk around to the corner store and get", she said softly.

I chuckled a bit. "I thought you were gonna go in there and warm me up a cup of noodles or some shit. You leanin towards me wifin you since you damn near know that the way to a man's heart is food", I said.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "A cup of noodles, you're a grown ass man. You need a meal, not a snack", she said as she sat up and got out of bed. "Get you some rest, I'm about to go cook", she said as she walked over to the television and turned it off.

I watched her walk out before I closed my eyes once again. Although I was sleepy as hell, that didn't stop what was going on in my mind. I was still waiting to hear from my nigga Trev. I've been hitting him up all all morning but he has yet to get back at me. Him and his nigga Rome supposedly spotted that nigga Sina at Esplanade Mini Mart early in the am. I'm not sure if it was Sina or not and shit, if so I'm sure they dead that nigga. Couldn't be too much to do, he was alone. Whack the nigga and keep it moving. I'm still impatiently waiting around for the good news of my nigga and his boy deadin that nigga...

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Briana

I sat outside of my home in the car with Devin. I was livid, I'd never been so damn upset. Devin rested his back against the seat before taking the half smoked blunt from behind his ear. He reached into his pocket for his b.i.c lighter. He put the blunt to his lips and lit it. I sighed out of frustration before speaking. "Devin", I spoke as he took a pull of his blunt. "There's something that I've been meaning to speak on", I said as I gazed out the window at the children ride their bikes along the sidewalk.

He coughed a bit as he tried to speak. "About what?", he queried as he calmed it down and took another pull.

I pressed my lips together before speaking. "That night you talked to Sina, I overheard something.", I spoke before gazing his way. "You're checking for my friend, that's what you said", I said.

He chuckled. "Say what?", he queried.

Playing stupid...

I bit my bottom lip."Pretty brown skin. Does that ring a bell or is that brain that damn fried that you can't remember shit?", I queried in an irritable tone. "You were talking about Tahari", I said.

He chuckled. "Cool out with that bullshit Briana, real shit. That girl got you out here lookin bout jealous than a bitch, nobody was talkin about her ass", he said as he took another pull of his blunt.