𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙄𝘾

𝗖 𝗥 𝗨 𝗕 𝗦 𝗜 𝗗 𝗘

"Danm we should put this in the books or sum!" Dom hyped putting a fist to his mouth while doing a lil handshake with Durk. 

"Yo who's flow was that just now?" Asian walked in the opened gate with Von followed behind her. Everyone just paused to look at her wondering who the hell invited the nigga beside her. Durk on the other hand was sipping away at his drink trying to avoid all eye contact with Von as possible. 

"Misha bring yo ass to the back, ain't got no business coming here this early if you just gon stand and do nothing." Mama Nique yelled making Misha quickly nod before walking away from the group. 

Dayvon had originally planned to just grab some food and sit in the corner and do the usual but when he saw Durk all his plans went down the drain. Shiesty and India finally came out of the house with two trays of cut up watermelon. They had seen Misha on the way out so it was no surprise to them...especially India.

"Ain't that dude that nigga King, Domonique was telling us about?" India whispered in Durk's ear. Durk only hummed going back to focusing on his drink. He didn't want anything to do with Von as of now. Dayvon was a whole opp anyways he had no business even being at this kick back.

Dayvon went inside the house to greet the owner just to show his respects. Mama Nique greeted him as if he was already one of her children. She had originally thought he ones one of Misha's little hoes but they both cleared that up real quick. Besides Misha had her eyes on someone else and, it wasn't no nigga that's for sure.

As Misharron stirred the beans mama Nique rambled on to her about all her children she had raised and how each one had a place in her heart. She had also gave Misha a good lesson about all that scamming she was doing, keep in mind it was very similar to the one she had given Shiesty and them earlier.

"Now Misha, how's everything going? " The elder woman asked.

"Its doing good Mama N, just the usual."

"And what's usual?" Mama Nique questioned with a stern look. Misha laughed a little bit out of nervousness.

"She been sellin' dope." Von said out of no where. Misha widened her eyes giving Von a look that said he was never gonna smoke a good blunt again. To cover up Vons words Misha started a fit of fake coughs.

"How bout you go and mingle with them other niggas." Misha said clenching her teeth. The boy laughed before exiting out the house. And there he was again, Durk. All von could think is how fine the blond looked in them slightly tight jeans a gold chains. Von licked his lips as his eyes instantly went to Durk's ass. He could already feel himself starting to grow hard, the nigga honestly needed a cold shower. 

||Dayvon Daquan Bennett||

I took a seat at one of white empty tables and just waited my brick out. Lately I've been questioning my self and seeing Durk today just made me question more.

I ain't a faggot or nun but every time I see him all I can think about is how he gon' look with my name on him. Shit is honestly fruity as hell so no way am I gonna go and say shit publicly. If only this nigga would stop playing and talk to me. Acting like I cant tell he tryna avoid me, If anything I should be the one avoiding, I kissed him.

"Aye Durk come here for a sec." I said once he came over to one of the tables to get some food. I was waiting for him to be somewhat alone cause I ain't know if his folks knew how he swung. 

"Wassup." He said nonchalantly. That voice, I've missed it.

"I should be askin' you, come sit down wimme." 

He looked around for a minute before taking a seat at the farthest chair from me.

"Mmcht, you scared or sum shit?" To be honest I'm scared to but, I wasn't tryna act like a bitch in front of him like that.

"Nah I just don't want to be near yo ass so respect it." This nigga playing.

"What's yo problem bruh-"

"Nah what's yo problem? Coming up on this danm block like you ain't got no sense! I should blow yo ass right now for that shit!" He stood up yelling taking me completely off guard.

"Durk calm down." Some nigga with a fade said coming beside Durk.

"Mmcht ya'll crazy forreal." Durk shook his head walking away. 

What's his deal? I ain't never seen a nigga this mad over sum street claim. I mean you got a right to be upset but Durk out here acting like I killed crossed territory and spit on his streets. 

"Yeah bruh you gotta go." Another nigga ion know the name to said.

"Dom leave that boy alone! You know Durk just being dramatic! Come in here baby let me feed you." Ms. Monique jumped in.

 I took a deep breath and made my way to the house. When I get inside I see Durk sitting in the living room crouched over with his hands together and his knee bouncing rapidly. He glances up at me before huffing and going back to being frustrated. The Dia chick from before rubs his back while telling him things that were not audible.

My heart skipped a little watching them, they definitely looked like a couple but what do I know.

 I should be the one- never mind.

"Come, come, make yo self a plate." Ms. Monique snapped me out of my thoughts handing me a fork and napkin.

A/N

So ya'll that's it for this chapter. I tried finding the name of Domonique mom but nothing showed up so I just made up the name Monique. I was reading some other Von x Durk books today and I noticed that most of them made Durk a top. At first I was thinking about doing that too but then I realized it wouldn't coordinate the ending I have planned out for this story.     Anyways make sure ya'll comment, duce's