𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙼𝙴

Do Some Crazy Thangs.

"Diamonté Harper."

Standing up along with Ms. Sweetie, Jeremiah and Jhene as Diamonté shook the woman's hand, we started going brazy as she looked towards us lifting her diploma with a big goofy ass smile on her face waving it in the air looking fine as hell.

"YERRRR!"

"OKAYYY GURLLL, BETTA WORK THAT STAGE!"

"THAT'S MY BABY!"

"AIGHT DEN' WIFEY!"

Watching Diamonté as she returned to her seat, I couldn't help but smile feeling proud of my babygirl.

From quizzing her ass on them damn anatomy flashcards, to pullin up at her campus cause she forgot some shit in my car, to listening to her vent about some uptight ass professor. I might as well be crossing that stage right along with her.

But on some real shit, I'ma miss them stressful nights on the low...used to fuck that stress right outta my shawty. 

"You good Ms. Sweetie?" Sitting back down looking over at Ms. Sweetie as she held her hands over her face nodding slowly breaking down I lightly laughed placing my arm around her neck, as she leaned into my chest silently crying causing Jhene to look over at us poking out her bottom lip. "She made it Ms. Sweetie, all fa you."

Discreetly rolling my eyes at Jhene turning my head making eye contact with Diamonté as she sat spun around in her chair looking up at us with tears rolling down her face, she smiled lightly shaking her head slowly turning back around in her seat continuing to watch the graduation.

Despite only knowing Ms. Sweetie for a minute, it took a nigga back when D told me her grams has never approved any of her past niggas.

For her grams to be fuckin wit my crazy ass, what typa niggas was shawty bringing back to the crib?

"I'm sooo proud of her Antonio, so so proud."