my brother has always been cool he's like my best friend. And his best friend dave is like my brother from another mother or so I thought.could this really work between us? or will it crash and burn?
Ok yall so this where the story is about to get a little crazy bear with me.
( Jazz pov)
"Babe?" Dave said from the hallway.
"What?!?"
"Don't what me women!" He said laughing.
"I said what I said." I said laughing.
"What you doing today?" He asked.
"Ummmm... I don't know yet why?"
"You wanna role with me today?" He asked.
"Yeah what we doing?"
"Just riding around making sure shits straight." He said.
It's been a couple of weeks since me and Dave been back everything been cool so far but that nigga black ain't been seen yet I just got a bad feeling about it. On another note me and Dave are making good strides in our relationship and he's making time like he use to and that's all I ever wanted.
"Sure I'll ride with you just let me get dressed."
"Aight don't be wearing no right shit either there's going to be hella niggas around." He said.
I smacked my lips and rolled my eyes.
"You don't run me." I said mumbling.
"What? I can't hear you." He said laughing.
"Shut up."
I flicked him off and went upstairs to get changed.
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I did a quick 360 in the mirror.
"Okay okay ms.jazz serve the people." I said hyping myself up.
I walked back downstairs to see dave in his phone as usual.
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"You forever on your phone."
He looked up at me.
"Man jazz hell na." He said.
"What?"
"Didn't we have a talk about dress code?" He asked.
