"Durk!" Kentrell called as he walked into him and his boyfriend's home, closing the door with his foot. "Durk!" He repeated.
Kentrell sighed when he got no reply, walking into the kitchen, only to nearly jump out of his skin when he saw Durk's best friend, Shéyaa, sitting at the island.
"Why yo ass ain't say none'?" Kentrell smacked his lips, holding his hand over his rapidly beating heart.
"You wasn't calling my name." Shéyaa shrugged before holding a forkful of his Waffle House breakfast to his mouth.
Kentrell rolled his eyes, annoyed by Shèyaa's smart mouth like he always was. "Where yo fat head ass friend?"
"He left hea' like thirty minutes ago to meet up wit' his manager." Shéyaa informed.
"So, why is yo ass still hea'?" Kentrell furrowed his eyebrows.
"'Cause I can be?" Shéyaa scrunched his face up. "Why yo ass questioning me like the police?"
"'Cause I can." Kentrell mocked Shéyaa's tone. "Do you know when he'll be back?"
"Nah, he ain't say. What you need him so bad for? I'a just relay it to him, 'cause I know his ass be ignoring you when he doing business." Shéyaa chuckled lowly, Kentrell mugging him with every hateful bone in his body.
