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Baby matter fact, let me be yo' helping hand.

"Hey Kentrell," I said closing the door. I gave him a quick hug, then sat down on my couch. I turned the tv on and sighed.

I was thinking maybe a Netflix show will get this stupid shit off of my mind. "What's wrong lil mama?" He asked. I shrugged. "I'm straight," I replied, leaning back on the seat.

"Imma ask you one mo' time-" he started, facing me. He always knew when I was lying. I sighed again and muted the TV. "My job. Somebody got caught up in some shit and I got the blame for-"

"Look at me," he said. I looked at him. "And I got the blame for it. What the fuck I look like stealing from my own damn job? They let me go anyway. And James not even tryna help me pay my bills," I said, sucking my teeth at the last part.

"He a bitch," he said. "C'mon now Kentrell," I rolled my eyes. "I'm just callin' it like I see it. A real man would provide for his lady," he said. I didn't reply, and unmuted the TV.

He was right, but I didn't want to diss my boyfriend like that. He stood up. "I'mma go to the bathroom right quick," he said.

He was literally in there for two seconds. Me being me, I didn't say anything about it.

A few minutes into watching TV, I had to use the bathroom, so I went.

I finished up and checked in the drawer for paper towels. Out came a huge stack of money, fifties and twenties. I counted it as fast as I could. A cool five racks. This had to be Kentrell's.

I put the rubber band back on it, walking back into the living room. "Kentrell what is this?" I asked rhetorically, holding it up for him to see. He turned his head.

"A gift."

"A gift?" I repeated.

He nodded. "Well take your gift back. I don't need your money,"
I said, tossing the stack on his lap.

"Non-refundable," he said, slapping the heavy stack back into my hand.

"You know what?" I said. "You are so difficult. What kind of person just gives away their money?" I said.

"Me," he replied. I rolled my eyes. "What you want me to do with it?" I asked.

"You sure you not retarded?" He asked. I laughed.

"No stupid, I'm not retarded," I said, punching his shoulder. He barely reacted.

"Why you tryna help me out?" I asked. "I don't see that bitch ass nigga Ja-"

"-that's enough lil' boy," I said, cutting him off. It was cute how mad he got whenever I brought James up.

It would be a whole different story if I brought Kentrell up around James though. He would probably go insane or something. He doesn't even know he exists, let alone that he's in my house almost every day.

"I'm not a lil' boy," he said. "And I think you should drop that nigga James."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you got me," He stated.

"So?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"You got a smart ass mouth lil' mama."