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"Ma I ain't havin no kids no time soon. Stop askin me. Ion even wanna pop no bastard out my coochie."
"Stop playin wit me chile. Imma be old old by the time I get one."
"Lady you only 36 pipe down. Ask yo son for one. You know he'll give you one wit no problem."
"I don't want no nappy headed ass lil chirren from him."
"Yea yea. I gotta go to a meeting at work so I'll call you later. Love you."
"Lyin ass." Q mumbled.
"Love you too." I hung up and took a fry out of Q's bag.
"Hoe stop playin wit me." He smacked my hand and it dropped.
"Mmcht"
"Nigga it's yo fault. Coulda took it back like a regular person, but you wanna be extra."
"Choke. Gimme some of yo lemonade."
"Hm. Always askin fa some but then get mad when I take sum." I handed him my cup.
"We not the same. Chick-fil-a lemonade always taste like diabetes. Shit be worse than kool-aid." He said choking.
"Then don't drink my shit dumbass." I snatched it back.
"I hope both sides of yo pillow warm when you go to sleep." I stared at him like he was stupid.
"You know sometimes I think you actually mentally impaired."
"Stop usin big words knowin damn well ion know what the fuck that mean."
"I-ok"
"Oh there go glock. Hollon I'll be right back." I nodded my head as he got out the car.
Definitely don't feel like fuckin wit him today. Don't got time for his attitude. Nor do I care at this point. Goin back to how I was before. Pimpin these niggas
I scrolled on Instagram seein glock posted up with shaniyah, shamiyah whatever the hell her name is. To my surprise ion feel no type of way about it.
I heard a knock on my window and seen glock. I rolled down my window not feeling like hearing his mouth if I didn't.
"Fuck you want?"
"Pipe that shit down. Fuck you hangin round Q for."
"Cuz he my bestie and business, get you sum and stay out mines."
"You is my business."
"No the fuck I ain't. You ain't my nigga nunna dat. Fuck out my face."
"Yea aight."
"Yea aight my ass. Go to yo bitch."
"Q BRING YO LANKY ASS ON." I yelled.
"India don't play wit me." Glock said sternly.
"I ain't playin. Do you boo. Ain't my business no mo. Imma do me and errything gon be all good in the neighborhood." I gave him a white people smile and rolled up my window.
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"Q come here real quick." I yelled wrapping my towel around me.
"What Cha?"
"Hand me my bonnet and them clothes." I said as I put on lotion.
"Hm."
"Thanks nigger"
"That's racist." He said with his hand on his chest.
"And."
"And yo ass fat. Lemme grab it." He said doing the lil grab hand motion.
"I know it is. No move." I swatted him away trying to put on my shorts.
He pulled me into him and fell backwards on my bed.
"This uncomfortable let me go."
"Naurrr." He said in a trash ass Australian accent.
"Stop biting me." I said as he let me go.
"Feed me" He looked at me with his arms behind his head.
"Hm order sum." I gave him my phone.
"I'm finna take a nap. Wake me up when the foods here."
"Mhm." He rolled his eyes.
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Just a filler. They gon be short for a while till we get back into the drama
