"Don't French bitches not shave their pussies." Maddy spoke aloud, as she stood in front of her mirror, baby pink tank top down assessing her aureolas. I internally rolled my eyes, and chuckled lightly under my breath. "Don't be ignorant now Maddy." I spoke, blowing smoke through my nostrils as I proceeded to take another hit of the juul in my hand.
"I heard that too!" BB chimed in, as she browsed through Maddy's closet. I once again rolled my eyes at their antics. "I'm going to get weed." I spoke, standing up from the pink fuzzy chair that I once sat in a few seconds ago. Their ignorance was truly starting to annoy me, and I had to get out of there before my brain cells started to deteriorate. Though they were my friends, they were stupides chiennes.
"See you at the party bitch!" Maddy called out, as I made my way out of her pink themed room. Making my way outside, the sun instantly beaming down on my brown skin. Beads of sweat began to form on my forehead, minutes into my walk to the local corner store. It seemed as if the sun continuously beamed down upon just me, as it caused me to be hotter than I needed to be.
My cropped black top began to cling to my body, as my short black shorts gave a cheeky peek show of my ass, a pair of green Dior sunglasses sat upon my face, blocking the rays of sunshine from my eyes, a pair of simple black adidas slides adorning my feet showcasing my freshly done pedicure. Baby pink as usual.
"Fez!" I called out, my Parisian accent heavy. A smile graced his face as he noticed my approaching form, a blunt hanging from his plump pink lips. "What's good french fry." He spoke, chuckling at the nick named he'd given me. Laughing along with him, I continued to examine his appearance. A Supreme shirt adorned his upper half, as a pair of Stussy shorts, and Jordan 1's adorned his lower half, his gold chains glistening in the sun light.
"What can I do for you?" He questioned, taking a seat back in the green lawn chair that sat in front of the corner store. "Seven grams, I need to smoke some spliffs bro." I spoke, prepared to get high out of my mind, for Nate Jacobs and McKays party later on. "French fry, we smoke blunts here in America." Fez laughed, pulling me down into his lap and tickling my sides.
"Spliffs are better!" I argued, as Fez gave me a side eye and continued to tickle me. "O-okay! Okay! I surrender." Fez stopped his relentless tickling. Our faces were now inches apart as we stared at one another, the tips of our noses touched, as we stared into the others eyes. Turning my head, I got up from his lap suddenly feeling awkward.
"You coming to Nate's party tonight?" I questioned, as Fez shook his head 'no'. A loud groan escaped past my plump lips, as he chuckled at my reaction. "Come! It'll be good for your business! Plus I'm gonna be there." I spoke through my thick French accent.
Fez continued to sit stroking his ginger beard, as if he were in deep thought. I bit my plump bottom lip anticipating his answer. "Fine." He finally spoke, as a large grin spread across my face. "Now can you please go get my weed."
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