From the West Harlem, New York, Payton has no father but a foul mother. With her always assuming Payton was up to something Payton came up not caring. Her biggest fear was caring for somebody only for them to up and leave. A dark past fucks up every...
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I was downstairs waiting on Payton. Me, her, Pierre, Amarin, Paris, Travis, Rod, and his girl was was going out tonight. Payton was doing Amarin makeup, and must I say they was taking mad long.
"Damn bro, fuck is they doing" Rod asked and Pierre smacked his teeth.
"Bro this ain't nun new, they take forever to get ready" I told him and Pierre stood up walking to the bottom of the stairs.
"PAYTON AND AMARIN HURRY UP" He yelled up the stairs as he stood at the bottom.
"SHUT UP" the both of them yelled back from his room and he smacked his teeth walking back to the couch.
"Pierre since you talking has Lauren got here to get P'Asia" Amarin asked as she walked downstairs.
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"They already been here, y'all the ones taking to long" Pierre said and my eyes wouldn't leave Payton.
She looked so good. She wasn't even Payton attention. She putting on her Apple Watch as her hair fell over her shoulder. Once she got the bottom of the steps behind she Amarin she looked up.
"Lets go, y'all rushing us and junk" Payton said pushing her hair back causing it to fall in a swoop.
"Alright then" Travis said and everybody stood up.
