Can you turn a thug to a family man?
-You know I, thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don't fucking need em- -I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch-
"It's funny because I never thought in a million years that I'd be getting high. It's just not what I do, ya'know?"
"Yeah, I feel you."
"Can you pass me the box, I'm hungry."
I laughed and handed it to her.
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This was our "date." We went to the park and now we're sitting in the bed of my truck. I know it's mad wack, but I don't usually do this. So it's big for me.
She gasped.
"What's wrong?"
"LAYS ARE MY FAVORITE!" She yelled.
"Bey, you picked those out." I laughed.
When I get high I'm laid back but Bey on the other hand, is stupid and goofy.
"Shawn Corey Carter." She laughed. "Shawn Corey Carter!"
"What, Beyoncé?"
"I like your company. I know we just met but.."
"No I get it Bey. I like your company too."
"It feels like everything is in slow motion."
"It'll probably be wearing off soon."
"Aww," she pouted. "I don't want it to."
"Bey, promise me something."
"Sure."
"Please don't get too hooked on this shit." I said looking in her low, red eyes.
She grinned. "I promise."
------- Saturday, 8:18am.
"You're up early." Ty said entering my penthouse. "You must not have been fucking last night."
"Chill." I said stretching.
"No really, what's been up? You've been acting weird since like Tuesday."
"I don't know if I want to tell you. I don't feel like hearing you clown me."
"Come on, Jay."
I sighed. "It's... it's Beyoncé."
"What about her? You fucking her yet? You got her number on like... Tuesd-" he paused and smiled. "You like her, don't you?"
"I don't know if I like like her. But... it's something."
