I led them to the door and let Juicy out first. I pulled Peaches back and slid her my number. She smiled and continued to walk out. I closed the door, and turned up my music to play Project Poppa's - On top.
After changing the sheets, I pulled out my phone to FaceTime Mamé and see my twin. I put the wood out on the ashtray once she answered. The camera was already on Karl, since Mamé knew that was the only reason why I'd FaceTime her.
"Hey son son, I miss you." A huge smile immediately grew on my face.
He smiled, drooling some.
"Yuh? You miss me?" I asked and he laughed. "I already know you do, blood. What you been up to? You being bad?"
He laughed some more and started moving his hands, damn near knocking down the phone, but Mamé caught it just in time. "Don't do that, Karl."
I chuckled. "Mayne, he ain't do nun."
Karl crawled away once I heard the theme song of his favorite show.
"I guess I'll call you later." Mamé was so quick to try and hang up the phone.
"Hold up...how you been? You good?" I asked.
"I'm fine." She didn't even look at the phone.
"You let me know if you need anything."
"Thanks, but I got me."
I nodded. "Good to hear. Mayne, I can't lie and say I don't miss you, cause I do."
She slightly rolled her eyes. "Okay, Kenyana."
"You don't believe me?"
"Nope, not after you left me."
I nodded. "Ight, well I do. I just wanted to let you know that." I responded.
"I'm bout to hang up."
"I'a see you then." I shook my head.
"Yeah." She hung up quick.
I sighed and tossed my phone on the other side of the bed, getting up to go take a shower.
Once I came out, I threw on some basketball shorts and a wife beater and looked around my dirty hotel room. I only been in this hoe for 2 days and it's already all fucked up. I just been having bitches in this hotel room, running in and out. I realized how boring I really am, and decided to go back on my phone.
I checked it to see that I had two missed calls from one of my outta town dawgs.
"Blood, you called?" I lit another wood.
"Say mayne, you tryna hit the strip club tonight? I know yo ass ain't been to none outchea inna A." My nigga Larry spoke.
He wasn't from Atlanta, he was from Louisiana, but spent a lot of time out here. He was also on some rap shit like me, so we clicked fast. This nigga just barely got out of jail again like last month.
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"You right, but I forsurely will. Hit me wit the addy."
"Got you." He spoke and we both hung up.
I channel searched some, but couldn't find anything good to watch. I sighed and just turned the TV off, putting out my backwood closing my eyes to get some rest. _______________________________
