90210 (Travi$ Scott)

4• Nightcrawler

• 3:57 a.m •

I sat on the counter and swung my legs while watching Jacques go around the kitchen.

"Whatchu lookin' fo?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just a blunt." He said casually.

"In the kitchen? The fuck?"

"You'd be surprised where I keep my shit when I'm high." He chuckled and opened a drawer.

"Yeah. I seen yo dumb ass high before." I shook my head. "Last time you was talkin' about some walkin' down the hall scratching my balls."

"Whattttt?" He said in a high voice.

"Don't what me. You know damn well you was singing that childish ass song."

"Nuh uh."

"Yuh huh." I sassed.

"Whatever. What do you wanna do, baby girl?" He found a blunt in a container of kool aid.

"I don't know and what the hell?!"

"Don't ask." He giggled. "I would say lets go out but the sun ain't even up."

"Take a walk?"

"Hell to the no. It's too cold to be walking." He put the blunt and lighter away.

"You right. I'm bored though and don't feel like sleeping."

He tapped his chin. "Hmmmm!"

I yawned.

"Oh!? Come on, let's go back to sleep."

"No nigga!" He picked me up off the couch.

"Heavy ass hoe." He put me over his shoulder. "You can sleep with me."

"No."

"Yes. It's BOUTTA BE LIT!!!"

"Stop yelling."

"Gotchu." He carried me to his bed and threw me down.

"OWWW!" I screamed. "My head!!!!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" He kissed my forehead and hugged me.