DOWN SOUTH~youngboy fanfic COMPLETED

chapter 23: whole lots of Drama

Short chapter

Tia aaliyah johnson

" yeah my name gherbo, I like nasty bitches, I like classy bitches, i got rachet bitches, bossed up bad bitches,foreign swag bitches,birkin bag bitches. i don't want that stupid bitch, bougie stay on basic shit, all that makeup shit, yeahh i hate that shit, Why yo eyebrows fake? bitch erase that shit, Bitch i'm high as fuck, im just tryna fuck!"

i twerk along to the lil herb song that played outloud on the speaker in kentrell's living room.

" sit the fuck down" boomer mugged passing the blunt over to kentrell.

i turned around and mugged him still twerking, " boy you know you enjoying this" i joked throwing my right hand in the air and throwing it back.

" ayee get it sus" tamia hyped me as she stood up and joined me.

we danced all the way until the music turned off and i sat back down next to kentrell and snatched the blunt outta his hand.

i started to put the blunt to my mouth and that's when he snatched it back

" fuck is you doin?" he mugged before hitting the blunt.

" boy what you think im doing?" i said snatching the blunt back and inhaling making him stale face me, then i gave it back to him laughing.

" you think that shit funny huh"? he asked raising a eyebrow and i laughed again nodding.

the front door then busted open revealing ben and their friend montana whom i never been introduced to.

" my two favorite sisters" ben said petting both me and tamia heads.

" get yo fucking hands off me" i mugged smacking his hand away from my sew in.

" these the girls yall was talm bout?" montana bluntly questioned before sitting down in a open spot on the loveseat.

" yeah, ain't they bad?" ben laughed showing his low red eyes. Then montana started laughing along with ben nonstop, i was guessing they were high.

" yall niggas off that good weed" tamia stated looking at them laugh.

" that aint no weed, thas that drank" kentrell said along with laughing with them.

" what the fuck is a drank?" tamia mugged

" right?" i said curiously.

" mane yall dumb as hell" boomer stated inhaling the blunt and i shot him a look letting him know to shutup.

" its lean but we don't call it that" montana shrugged and i nodded.

" that shit stupid" tamia laughed making me laugh as well.

i've learned so much slang while living here in BR and it's very different to how us chicago people talk.

" so what you tryna say?" ben asked raising a eyebrow towards tamia.

" yall talk dumb as hell" tamia mumbled laughing patting her 26 inch.

they all busted out laughing making me and tamia mug them all, " mane yall the ones talk dumb" ben laughed.

" who the fuck calls it pop when its called coke?" boomer mugged inhaling from the blunt.

His high ass

i stale faced him, " nigga its called pop, the fuck" i mugged still stale facing him.

" it's called a cold drink" kentrell mumbled trying to correct me