𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔 ৎ୭

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Dequavince Demaro Harris
Baton Rouge, Louisiana

"What nigga?" I dare her to answer wrong.

"I mean if I'm not single but you are then I must be wit someone else." She shrugs.

"Aight, we not together yet but you still gon stop fucking around with other niggas." I pass the blunt back to her.

"Yettttttttt?" She cheeses.

Ion know why she wanna be with my ain't shit ass so bad but Imma definitely settle down with her once I stop hoeing.

"I mean if I got with anyone it could only be you." I say.

"Yea I'm in der!" She starts to twerk on me.

"Chillout." I stop her.

"What?" She frowns.

"I'm high and horny." I chuckle.

"Lemme stop cuz I'm still in recovery." She sits back down on my lap.

"What color should I do my nails?" She asks holding them up.

"Baby blue and lavender." I intertwine my hands with hers.

"That's real cute bae." She purses her lips.

"They gon look real cute squeezing ma ball-." I nod.

"See, now you ruined it." She cut me off.

"The food on its way." I read off my phone.

"What you get?" She asks now that her lil attitude is gone.

"8 tacos, a box of minis, 2 large fries, yo teriyaki bowl, and 2 Mountain Due Blasts." I tell her.

"Thank you, I'm hungry as a bitch. I can't even remember to feed myself half the time."

"That's what I'm foe." I say.

"Baby I gotta flight tomorrow." She says making me smack my teeth.

"I can't ever spend time with you. Either we fighting, I'm trapping, or you flown out somewhere. What's it foe tho?" I sigh.

"Aww you like spending time with me." She kisses my cheek. "And it's for Lil Baby's new music video. I'm doing the girls on set."

"Damn which song?"

"Ion know yet. They like to keep everything hush hush til I sign the NDA." She rubs my chin affectionately, distracting me from whatever the hell she just said.

My phone buzzes to let me know our order has been picked up.

"Get off yo phone." I tell her.

"Huh?" She looks back at me crazy.

"Get off yo phone." I repeat.

This girl is always on her phone. 24/7, during conversations, while she eats, while she drives, on the toilet. Shit worry me and low-key make me jealous.

"Why?" She says typing.

"You stay on that damn phone." I shake my head.

"Okay, momma." She sighs, turns it off, and throws it on the bed.

It lands kinda on the side but slides off and falls on the ground.

"It's prolly fine." She mumbles.

"When yo flight?" I ask.

"I gotta be there in 2 days so tomorrow night. Imma get my lashes extensions done before I leave." She rubs her lashes against her eyelid.

"Lemme pay."