𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒

thirteen.

We washed our hands again so he can make the pancake mix.

"You really are high." I laughed.

"And you ain't so what's yo' excuse?"

"You dragged me into this mess." My mouth dropped.

"You ain't say no." He said and i rolled my eyes.

"Taste this." He said.

"Ew you want me to taste pancake mix." I said.

"Fuck you saying ew for this what make a pancake." He said.

"You taste it." I said.

"Hell nah." He said.

...

"If this fried honeybun stuff nasty imma be mad." I said as we just looked at what we made.

"Hm." He gave me a spoon and we both tasted it then looked at each other before laughing.

"Hollon cause this good." I ate some more.

"Nah for real." He said.

"You just be doing stuff huh?" I chuckled.

"Ion got no choice i was on house arrest at one point." He shrugged.

"Why was—never mind." I cut myself off and he looked at me.

"I had weed in my backpack at school." He said answering the question i was finna ask.

"Oh? So why everybody at school acting like you did something real real bad then." I said.

"People just be talking shit not knowing nothing. They just like to assume cause they know i be around Chaos nem'." He said and i continued eating.

"And to answer yo' other question earlier yeah i got in trouble. My Parole officer came by, that was like my second time violating and if it happen again he gotta arrest me cause he just keep giving me warnings." He explained.

"Oh, sorry." I said.

"I was the one driving." He chuckled. "You good."

"Oh i forgot to ask you, do you like your hair?" I asked.

"I fuck wit it." He said. "What time you need to be home?" He asked.

"What time did your p.o say you had to be home?" I asked.

"Nine."

"So Seven." I shrugged.

"You wanna be around me all day?" He asked.

"I- Um it's up to you." I cut myself off.

"I think yo' boy Eight wanna see you." He motioned at my phone and i thought about something.

"Now you know that ain't his name." I said.

"Text that mane back." He laughed.