Rickey POV
I groaned as I heard Issa running. I look at the time.
2:27 AM
Oh my god.
I walked downstairs.
The fucker was sitting in front of the fridge, staring in it.
"Issa. What are you doing?" I asked.
"IM AT SCHOOL, LOOK AT THESE CRUSTY BITCHES" he takes out a box of pizza. (A/N okay but forreal this guy at my school asked me if vaginas get crusty.. what is life)
I laugh.
"Go back to sleep" I said.
"YOURE NOT MY DAD!" He screamed and laughed evilly.
I face palmed myself.
"Okay but close the fridge" I said.
He closed the fridge and looked at me.
" CUZ BABEH NOW WE GOT BAD BLOOOOOOOOOOD YEAH WE USED TO BE LLAMA LOOOOOOOOVE LOOK AT WHAT YOUVE DOOOOOONE BECAUSE BABY NOW WE GOT BAD BLOOD" he sang loudly.
I prayed to god for Issa to go back to bed.
Didn't work.
He ran to the couch and ran around it.
"BURN THOSE CARBS BOY" he screamed as he slapped his ass.
"ISSA STOP" I screamed.
He plopped down on the ground.
"Now go to bed" I pointed the couch.
"No" he argued.
I groaned
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Strong•Twaimz
Fanfiction(ReWritten) Issa, a bullied young man, just moved from Florida and goes to a new school. Will the bullying stop of will it get worse? He meets new friends and he gets popularity by an app called vine. Will he stay strong? Will he stop the bullying...
