Running Her Mouth

Chapter 5

Marko waited downstairs in front of the building for Devin.

Who would have thought that he would actually make a male friend?

Marko didn’t fuck with dudes all like that.  They either were hating because a brother had his shit together or, trying to do some grimey shit.

When Devin and Kandii moved in a couple of years ago.

The first thing on his mind was "Fuck just what I need!

Someone to rent the unit under me.

They best not get to bitching about my music.”

What he discovered was that Devin liked to bump his shit too.  He was a OK with that. 

He ran across Devin when he was taking the trash out.  Right away, they hit it off.

They had one thing in common for sure.  They were both gamers and loved the hell out of some CODMW.  Call of Duty brought them together.

Devin rapt on the window making Marko jump.

"Common man unlock this shit.”

Cheesing, Marko popped the lock so that he could let Devin into his spanking new BMW.

Devin got in cautiously.

Marko cheesed harder.

"This you man?" Devin said in awe.

"Hell yea this me nigga!"” He hollered with glee.

"When did you cop this though?"  Devin asked.

He knew that Marko made some decent ass money as an investment banker… but shit.

Laughing, Marko watched Devin's face looking for a hint of jealously.

Seeing none, he decided to tell him the real deal.

"Yeah partna this is me.  Shiny black rims on deck tinted windows, custom interior.

See the M on the headrest?”

Devin just took it all in running his hands across the buttery smooth dashboard.

"Damn man you came up big.”

He reached over and offered up a dap. 

“No doubt.”   Marko said, as he returned it.

“But aye... I didn’t buy this shit.”

"Word?"

Devin was still in awe.

"Naw nigga I didn’t make partner yet."

“I'm still reaching for that star feel me?”

Devin continued to listen to his friend.

Marko had a bit of a thug issue.

Devin could understand and identify with the slang. It was Marko’s other habits that he didn’t get.  Marko came from money.  Both of his parents were Doctors, in fact they owned their own practice.

Trust, they came from some money themselves.

Marko... Marko liked to do petty shit like use chicks to get what he could.

Shit, he even stole toilet paper from his office.

Devin could only wonder when he would grow out of it.

Marko is twenty-five he thought, soon hell mature up.

Devin, being all of twenty-seven felt wiser than his friend.  However, he kept that little fact to himself.

"My man are you ready to ball?" Marko asked.

Smiling, Devin nodded.  He needed to work off some energy.

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