HER

23.

"Don't play me wit' me Jordan." She hit my chest with her tiny fist, that shit didn't even hurt.

"I'm jus' fucking witchu' babygirl." I kissed her forehead.

"You betta. But my turn, what's your middle name?"

"Montana."

"See, yours normal. Mines so stupid." She rolled her eyes.

"I got a question for you. Why you always rolling ya damn eyes?"

She just stared at me eating my chips. Like she ain't wanna  answer the question.

"No deadass, like this is a serious question, why you always rolling ya eyes?" I took my chips back eating some.

She shrugged smiling a little. "Ion know like. It's like when people say something dumb or getting on my nerves. I gotta roll my eyes."

"That shit stupid as fuck."

"How is it stupid?" She took the hip bag back and ate some.

"Because I said so. You don't gotta roll ya eyes at shit alla' time."

"Yes I do."

"How bout I make you a deal? If you stop rolling ya eyes at people and shit, I give you a surprise."

"What kinda surprise?"

"Is it a deal or no?"

She nodded. "It's a deal."

•

•

•

•

Driving down the dark Philly street listening to 'Chris Brown Party.'

"We going over my house or yours?" Christina turned down my radio.

"It don't matter. What you want me at ya crib?" I smirked over at her.

"Yeah."

"Alright. You wanna go through a drive thru, or you gone cook for daddy?"

"Boy bye it's going on 4 in the morning. We going right to my freezer and warming up some hot pockets. You tripping."

"What kinda hot pockets you got? Cause I only like a certain kind yo."

"I got a lot to choose from. So you should be able to pick out what you like."

"It better be." I gripped her thigh. She smiled and rubbed her hand on mine.

After going to my crib packing a couple of underwear and all shorts, we were on our way to Christina crib.

"You see that ugly nigga wit the purple dreads? He always tryna' holla at me'." Christina whispered in my ear as I opened her car door.