this is part two. excuse all mistakes.
Zel
"Yo, got here as fast as I could." We rushed to Boon, who was wearin' Blue glasses.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Mil said, while she looked scared.
"She woke. Yo, Mema woke up." Boon smiled.
"Word?" I ask to make sure, cause u can't believe Boon.
"It's true." Deuce came out of her room, smilin'.
Mil ran in the room wit excitement.
"Yo, dat's great."
"We won't expectin' dat." Boon said.
"Right." Deuce agreed.
"She ain really talkin' tho." Boon said, while he got out sum fruit-rollups.
"Yea. She just lookin' around and smilin." Deuce mugged'em.
"I'm goin' to get me a soda, caus ion think dey sell CapriSuns in da machines."
We sat and shook our heads at his dumbass.
"Where Blue?"
"In there tryin' to talk to her. She just happy dat she woke."
"Yo!!!! Dey got Apple Juice!!!!" Boon yelled from down the hall.
"Dis nigga. I was in the process of beatin his ass when we got the call." Deuce shook his head.
"Stupid ass kept callin' me and hangin' up."
"Wat yall talkin' bout?" He ran back to us.
"Nunya."
"Nun ya wat?"
"Nun of ya damn business."
"Forget u Zel. Yo big ass cantaloupe head."
"We got da same head."
"Whateva. I got da orange juice fa u. I got da apple juice. Here, Deuce. Da coffee yours."
"Ion want dat shit. Give me da apple juice."
"No Deuce. I want da apple juice." He whined, and hit Deuce on the arm like a lil girl.
Dey went back and forth til a lil nurse came over.
"Excuse me. Can you please keep it down?" She smiled.
"Yea. Our fault." I said to her.
"Don't worry. I'ma be quiet na, but when ha ass walk away, ima be talkin' again." Boon rolled his eyes.
"Take da fake ass artificial apple juice, witcho apple lookin' ass head." He threw da juice to Deuce, and got da coffee.
"Nigga, wat?" I looked at him.
"So, how everythin' go before everythin' went down?" Deuce asked me, before ' he slapped Boon.
"Yea, wat she say?"
"She said na." I looked down.
"Hell yea, Deuce. U owe me $20. I told u, she aint want no soft nigga."
"Boon, u gone getcho ass beat. Yo ass already ina hospital. u gone have a room right next to Mema."
"Ok, calm down Muhammad Ali." He put his hands up at me.
"She said yeah." I smiled.
"I knew dat shit. Now u owe me nigga." Deuce put out his hand to Boon.
"Getcho stinky ass hand out my face."
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Never Thought 2 |
Teen FictionContinue to follow the lives of Blue & Deuce! Go with them on their journey of challenges and obstacles they face everyday! ** READ (Never Thought) FIRST! ** -Some Strong language! -Continue to pay close attention to each chapter! You may miss some...
