Black Women One Shots

𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 (𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬)

"Oh my god! Honey, you look so damn cute. Sarai..you could have put forth more effort. I know you can do better than that."

Honey squeezes my hand as a way to ask me to be nice. This is what Blu does. Consistently give backhanded compliments whenever Honey is around. She uses it as a safeguard for me not to knock her head off her shoulders.  She's always nice when it's just us

"Simplicity is my style because I don't need to over do it for a mother fucker to KNOW I'm that bitch."

Blu clenches her jaw before giving me that fake ass smile. Honey grabs her hand and pull us both to her

"Can we go? You already know that house packed as shit."

"Yeah. Let's go"

We head down the street, making sure to stay alert for any sign of danger. As we get closer to the house, we can hear the music blasting from the speakers and people standing outside.

We get to the steps and I can feel and smell the heat coming out the house.

"That's nasty"

"Oh you too good for us now?"

"Melvin...Hi baby"

Melvin is Rico's, the host, younger brother

"I know they don't have ya little ass manning the door."

But he doesn't hear shit Honey says

"Damn Blu, you look good as fuck. When you gon let me hit? You know I can change ya life."

"Boy, move"

Blu mushes Melvin off to the side, walking into the house with Honey following behind her

"I don't do kids" She yells

"I'm 16. That's the legal age"

"Melvin, that's pedo shit"

He sucks his teeth and brush off his fit

"I'm still fly"

"Boy shut up and go get another bag of ice"

Rico steps in the doorway and manhandles Melvin into the house. Poor kid keeps getting punked. Rico turns his eyes to me

"'Sup Rai"

Rico comes down the steps doing that weird ass walk niggas do when their pants is hanging off their ass. Funny thing about Rico is that's not even his fucking name. Yo name Carlos but everyone around the block calls him Rico because his family's Puerto Rican. We just rude as shit, not allowing you to be called by your name.

"Hey Rico"

"Where you been? We miss you around here"

I've known Rico damn near my whole life. We always had spurts of time where we hung out everyday and then wouldn't talk for months. Never any hard feelings, shit just happens.

He wraps his arm around my shoulder and gets close to my face

"Who the fuck is we?"

"The family. Mama asks about you all the time and you know damn well I missed you."

He leans down and I slide from under his arm

"No kisses"

"You telling me you don't miss my lips as much as I miss yours"

Yeah we kissed a few times growing up but nothing serious. Rico is one that doesn't get serious

"I heard you just had a baby"