Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Cole is holding me ... up ... in his arms. Y'all don't even know how scared I am. I'm no small person but he picked me up with ease. It almost makes me wanna cry. But not as much as us settling our beef. It was rough on a thug. I'd be sitting in class and glance over at him and he'd look like a damn GQ model. It was torture! "Damn! They took it to a ... whole ... nuther ... level." Tray says and we look over to see everybody standing there. Even my parents. "Aye, I did that shit too! But we got a lit-." "Dad!" I yell. "Oh, sorry." He says and we all laugh. "So, what's up?" Cole asks. "We were coming to ask if y'all had made up but our question is answered. See you both at 7 for dinner." My mom says and ushers everyone out the house. "Ain't no place I'd rather be. Chilling with homies and family. Sky high, iced out paradise in the sky!" Cole sings. "Ugh! Thugz Mansion is le ishh!" I say and he laughs. "True. So is uhh ... Please take these broken wings." "I need your hands to come heal once again." "So I can fly away, until the end of time." "Can you get anymore perfect?" I say and grab his face. "Maybe." "Cocky much?" "I'm gonna keep that to myself." Cole says and slap his shoulder. "Nasty ahh! Always having guttural thoughts." I say and he laughs. "I'm 15. What do you expect?" "You know what? I don't like your attitude." "Say it again and I'll drop you." "If you drop me, I swear to God I-." I start to say but he removes his hands from my thighs and I almost go tumbling to the floor. But Cole grabs my legs before I do. "You black motherfucker you!! You think this a game, niggah?" I say and he busts out laughing. I poke the hell outta his forehead while saying, "If I weren't a Christian. You'd learn to day." "Whatever, motherfucker!" "Oh! You think I'm play pimping, huh?" I say and jump down before shoving him. "Did you just push me?" He says. "Yes." I respond and he pushes me. "This ain't what you want, niggah." "You think you running things around these parts?" He asks and stands up straight. 'Cole is taller than I thought'. I think to myself. He comes closer and looks down at me. "I don't care how tall you are. I'll knock ya ass down to my height." I say. "Is that right?" He asks and fucking tackles me. Like I'm a damn football. My back hits the floor with a thud. "So, you still talking shit?" Cole asks with a smirk on his face. I wrap my legs around his waist and push him up with me following. "You know how I do." I respond and pin his arms up. "Yea. All that attitude in 5 feet." He says and starts laughing. "Niggah, I'm 5'7! Thank you very much." I say and he rolls us over again. "But I'm 6'0." "Fuck yo height! Irrelevant ass statement." I say and he tries to get up. I tighten my legs around his waist. "Nope. You tackled me so I assume you wanna wrestle." I say and roll over again. "Oh, you're not winning this time." He says and flips us. He pins my arms up and lays on my legs so that I'm forced to be in a fetal position almost. I throw my legs behind him and move so that I'm sitting on his thigh. He pushes me back and lays across my stomach and pins my legs up. I look at him. He think he doing big things. I buck my legs and flip him onto his stomach. I straddle his hips and pulls his arms back. "Ahh! Novia!" He yells. "Yes?" "This shit hurt!" "Then say you give." "Shidd!" He responds and I pull harder. "Kyrie! Come on, ma!" "Say you give!" "Nah, I'm good." He replies and I shake my head. While still holding on to his arms, I stand up and pull hid body with me. "Aight! Aight! I give!" "You give?" "Didn't I just say that shit?" He asks and I pull harder. "Ok, ok! Lemme go!" He says and I drop his arms and walk off. "Short motherfucker!" He says and I'm doubling over in laughter.
