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Gianna| GiGi | Gi

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Gianna| GiGi | Gi

I glanced at him as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel. I studied him as he sighed and sat back in his seat, keeping a steady speed limit.

" what you want Gi?" He asked keeping his eyes on the road. I jumped a lil bit looking away from him.

" Nothing.." I mumbled staring out the window, into the dark night, only lit with the few street lights on the road.

" You ain't gone tell me good job or nun? I feel offended.." he said, making me smile a little.

" I couldn't tell you behind all yo lil fans and shit Flip, I was waiting til I got you to myself" I shrugged.

He chuckled glancing at me for a moment and then making a left turn.

" Whats that you got on?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes looking at my jogging shorts and plain Nike v-neck.

" My drip stop hating" I giggled.
He shook his head smiling.

" You still look good as hell though," he said.
I looked at him for a minute, until his eyes met mine.

I quickly looked away. " What? I can't compliment you now? Cause you got a lil boyfriend,"

" Where you going," I asked as he made a unfamiliar turn.

" A spot where we can chill, I ain't seen you in a few days and you showed up to my show late, can I spend time witchu? can I do that?" He chuckled again, licking his lips.

" Mmmhm, who's fault is that tho?" I asked.
He smacked his lips, " You know I be busy GiGi, that's why I'm trynna make it up cause I miss you and I know you miss me.."

I rolled my eyes turning the radio up a little, as it played his song.

" Don't you? " he asked as he pulled into his beachside resort.

" What are we doing here?" I asked looking out towards the beach. It looked beautiful at night.

" I just told yo slow ass, " he chuckled reaching for something in the backseat. He held a bottle of, what looked like wine and a bag of weed.

" Knew I smelled that purp" I snatched the bag from him.

" Feen ass, them woods in there" he pointed to the glove department.

" You still come out here?" I asked attempting to break down the weed. I've only done this shit like 3 times and I was still learning.

" Only witchu.." he said popping open the wine. " grab them plastic cups.." he told me.

" Cheap ass, how you gone bring the wine with plastic cups " I laughed.

" cause a nigga too clumsy for the fancy ones" he shrugged lighting an already rolled blunt.

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