My brother's best friend

flying high

( jazz pov)

"Babe!" Dave said from the living room.

"What!!!"

"Come on we going to be late!" He said.

"I'm coming babe just be patient!"

I heard him smack his lips and started laughing.

I did a full 360 and approved of my outfit and went downstairs.

"Ok I'm ready.".

"About damn-" he cut his self off looking at me.

"Babe you okay?"

"You wearing that?" He asked.

"Yes? Why what's wrong with it?"

"So you trying to make a nigga go to jail." He said.

"What are you talking about babe I'm not doing anything."

He stepped closer to me grabbed my waist and smirked.

"You ain't trying to leave the house I see." He said.

"Babe no we got to go."

He smacked his lips.

"Aight man let's go." He said smacking my ass hella hard.

"Keep playing I like that freaky shit." I said winking at him.

"Jazz stop playing before I have your ass bent over this whole house we got shit to do." He said.

I laughed and started walking out the door. We hopped in the car and drove off.

"So where we going?"

"We flying high today just know that?"

The look of confusion on my face was so real.

I nodded.

I look out the window and seen lots of kite's and

"Awww we going kite flying?"

"Yup and we going parasailing." He said.

"Ooohhhh I am too juiced."