One Shots

pothead | wiz khalifa

You were out in the grass, tending to your garden. Your boyfriend, Cameron, kept bothering you and your plants, which got on your nerves. He keeps thinking you're trying to grow weed or something but you're really growing strawberries. His stupid ass.

"Cameron I'm finna beat yo ass if you touch another one of my fucking plants." You picked up your glass flower pot and poured the water from it on the dry looking tomato plant.

"Is that right?" He asked bending next to you. He was creasing his white Converse but it doesn't matter. He has almost 6 pairs of those same shoes.

"Cameron go on ughhh." You whined and picked out some of the weeds using your fingers. He knows you tend to your garden when you're stressed.

"Oh sorry, am I interrupting your fengshui?" He asked sarcastically. He was a sarcastic bastard.

"You don't even know what that means, stupid ass boy." You stood up once you were finished and wiped your hands on your old jeans.

"Damn, now I'm stupid and you're gonna beat my ass? Somebody had to piss in your cereal." He chuckled and stood up. His 6'4 stature hovered over your 5'4. He was a foot taller and it was obvious. Usually when you two go out, people think he's your brother or even your daddy. He is your daddy in a way though.

You bit your lip and he looked down at you. He could tell something was on your mind. "What's up buttercup?"

"Why are you cheating on me?" You asked. All the color drained from his face. He bit his lip. He didn't think you knew, but you know everything. He always smells like another girl, is always gone until like 5am, and yesterday pulled the last straw. One of his alleged mistresses came over, to the fucking house claiming she was pregnant.

"What are you even talking about?" He asked. You crossed your arms while he just stood there, looking clueless.

"Cameron." You sighed and looked down at the ground before looking back into his eyes. "You know what the fuck I am talking about. I hate when you do this stupid ass act. That shit is not cute and it's fucking annoying." You poked his chest after every word. He was really irking your nerves. He knows what the fuck you're talking about but he is acting dumb. Stupid ass.

"No. I actually don't know what you're talking about." He looked down at his long fingernails. You looked down at his left hand. Once he saw you staring at his bare hand, he immediately hid it. He didn't have his ring on.

You scoffed and headed towards the house. You couldn't believe him. You two have been married for three years and he's already cheating. That's ridiculous.

"Babygirl..." He trailed off behind you. You stopped in the living room when you saw a girl on the couch.

"Well damn Cameron. You couldn't even wait for me to leave?" You asked while the white girl just looked you up and down. She was he average white girl. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, small waist. Just how Cameron likes them.

"Hey, I'm Gigi." She smiled and stood up with her hand out.

"Hol up." You were trying not to let your inner Compton come out but they were both testing you.

"He said you were interested in a threesome. This is the one right baby?" She looked at you and then at him. You were about to smack her with your flower pot but you decided against it.

"Baby, no. That's my wife." Cameron said. He's so contradictory. Ugh.

"You're calling her baby but I'm your wife? Something's wrong with that picture." You headed towards the stairs but quickly decided against it. "You know what...I'm just gonna go. I'll get my things tomorrow." You went to the door with your flower pot in hand.

"Wait." Cameron said while following you out the door. "Don't touch me." He gripped the back of your arm and you swung around and hit him with the glass flower pot. He fell to the ground, the water and his blood mixing together.

"Really Cameron? I thought we were really gonna last." You shook your head when you saw him holding the side of his head. "Guess my family was right. You're just a pothead."

He shook his head then laid down on the driveway. He was probably high. He's high all the time so you're used to it at this point.

You went inside the house and couldn't find the thing- Gigi, anywhere. You went upstairs to get some of your things and saw her going through your family scrapbook.

"Fucked him, dated her, was engaged to him." She pointed at each picture. She didn't even see you come in.

"What the hell are you doing?" You asked. She was fully naked and was licking her finger. She picked up her phone and showed you a picture of yourself.

"You're so sexy. Fuck Cameron. I want you." She rubbed her chest. You shook your head and took a bag out of your closet. White girls were something else.

"Did you hear me?" She came behind you and bit your ear. You sighed, trying not to beat her ass on the spot.

"Gigi, I don't like girls, and I definitely don't like you. Please leave me and my stuff alone." You stuffed some of your shoes in the Victoria's Secret duffel bag.

"Come onnnn." She sounded drunk when she whined. "It'll be fun baby." You were bent down, grabbing shoes when she smacked your ass. You picked up a pair of your Vans and turned around and smacked her in the face with it. She immediately fell down and turned red.

"Stop fucking touching me!" You yelled while stomping her naked body. She was bleeding and bruised by the time you were done.

"Damn. Y'all don't fucking listen. Listening would've saved y'all from a fucking ass whoopin." You stomped her in the face then gathered the rest of the shoes and clothes you would get today.

You walked downstairs then out the door. Cameron was on the porch swing.

"You're leaving?" He asked. You scoffed at his stupidity. You took your ring off and threw it at him.

"Fuck you, pothead."

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im so out of ideas and so stressed rn but i'll try to come up with some more stuff soon guys