to my room and immediately got out something comfy to wear. I got out a pair of shorts that had the word 'PINK' on the back and a plain white spaghetti strap. I got out my new bombshell Victoria secret body wash and went to take a 45 minute shower.
I washed my hair in the shower so now it's in its natural kinky curls.
I finished up with my hygiene and went back to my room. I started hanging my clothes up in the closet putting everything away.
I was sitting on the bed folding up the rest of my clothes to put in the dresser when I got a text from a 678 number. I didn't know who the fuck it was because I never seen a number like that before, where the fuck could this be? I wondered.
When I open up the message, it was from Poppi.
(678) 220 - 0555: Yo this Poppi, store this number.
Me: ok
(678) 220 - 0555: come out and eat something, the chef is here what you want to eat?
Me: alright I be right out.
I was starving so I just left the rest of the clothes on the bed, I will finish up after I eat. I walked into the Kitchen seeing this older black man with an apron and a chef hat on.
I walked to an empty stool at the counter. The man introduced himself and asked what I would like to eat. He said whatever I wanted he would cook it for me. I was down with that. I was in the mood for some soul food, so I asked him if he could make me some fried chicken, collard green, macaroni and cheese, candy yams and cornbread. I'm sorry but he did say whatever I wanted he would cook. I know I'm greedy but hell I was starving.
After I gave him my order, I was wondering where Poppi was at. I got up and start looking around the house for him. I heard music coming from the door I once thought was the front door. I saw that it was cracked open so I pushed it open and walked in.
It was a huge garage with 4 different sports cars. He had a Bugatti, 2 Ferraris, and a Lamborghini. He was in his Lamborghini on the driver’s side with one foot out the door. He looked up and saw me but didn't say nothing.
I started walking around looking at the different cars.
When I walked in front of the Lamborghini, I caught Poppi staring at me. I think he was staring at my ass. Giggling to myself.
I walked to the passenger side of the Lamborghini. I open the door and got in. I looked over and saw Poppi rolling up a blunt. I got low-key excited, 'a blunt would be really good right now before I eat some bomb ass soul food'. I thought to myself.
He looked at me.
"What up," he said
"Man I'm right on time huh," I asked looking at him licking the blunt.
"Naw, who said you was going to hit this blunt," he said giving me a weird look.
"So you saying I can't hit it," I asked giving him an equally weird look.
"Hell naw what you think this is little girl?"
I stared at him giving him a stank face. 'Wtf really, this mothafucka tripping hard.' I thought to myself.
He looked at me and grinned. "Naw I'm fucking with you, I already know you smoke, you probably smoke weed everyday."
"How you figure," I asked.
"Man yo brother was the biggest weed head I know. I know he got you high a couple times," he said.
"Yea you right about that, Baby was a pothead, and yea he did get me high." I said looking out the window reminiscing back during the times Baby used to smoke me out.
"But I didn't smoke much tho, only around him. But after he died that’s when I really became a stoner you know."
Poppi just shook his head. "I understand, say no more."
After he said that it got silent for a second. He sparked up the blunt took a couple pulls then passed it to me.
I took a long drag of the blunt inhaling deeply. I looked at Poppi stare in my face then look me up and down.
"What," I asked wondering why he was staring at me.
He was silent for a few seconds then spoke. "You need to put some more clothes on. You can't be walking around here looking like that. “He said.
I scrunched up my eyebrows "huh looking like what" I asked not seeing
I washed my hair in the shower so now it's in its natural kinky curls.
I finished up with my hygiene and went back to my room. I started hanging my clothes up in the closet putting everything away.
I was sitting on the bed folding up the rest of my clothes to put in the dresser when I got a text from a 678 number. I didn't know who the fuck it was because I never seen a number like that before, where the fuck could this be? I wondered.
When I open up the message, it was from Poppi.
(678) 220 - 0555: Yo this Poppi, store this number.
Me: ok
(678) 220 - 0555: come out and eat something, the chef is here what you want to eat?
Me: alright I be right out.
I was starving so I just left the rest of the clothes on the bed, I will finish up after I eat. I walked into the Kitchen seeing this older black man with an apron and a chef hat on.
I walked to an empty stool at the counter. The man introduced himself and asked what I would like to eat. He said whatever I wanted he would cook it for me. I was down with that. I was in the mood for some soul food, so I asked him if he could make me some fried chicken, collard green, macaroni and cheese, candy yams and cornbread. I'm sorry but he did say whatever I wanted he would cook. I know I'm greedy but hell I was starving.
After I gave him my order, I was wondering where Poppi was at. I got up and start looking around the house for him. I heard music coming from the door I once thought was the front door. I saw that it was cracked open so I pushed it open and walked in.
It was a huge garage with 4 different sports cars. He had a Bugatti, 2 Ferraris, and a Lamborghini. He was in his Lamborghini on the driver’s side with one foot out the door. He looked up and saw me but didn't say nothing.
I started walking around looking at the different cars.
When I walked in front of the Lamborghini, I caught Poppi staring at me. I think he was staring at my ass. Giggling to myself.
I walked to the passenger side of the Lamborghini. I open the door and got in. I looked over and saw Poppi rolling up a blunt. I got low-key excited, 'a blunt would be really good right now before I eat some bomb ass soul food'. I thought to myself.
He looked at me.
"What up," he said
"Man I'm right on time huh," I asked looking at him licking the blunt.
"Naw, who said you was going to hit this blunt," he said giving me a weird look.
"So you saying I can't hit it," I asked giving him an equally weird look.
"Hell naw what you think this is little girl?"
I stared at him giving him a stank face. 'Wtf really, this mothafucka tripping hard.' I thought to myself.
He looked at me and grinned. "Naw I'm fucking with you, I already know you smoke, you probably smoke weed everyday."
"How you figure," I asked.
"Man yo brother was the biggest weed head I know. I know he got you high a couple times," he said.
"Yea you right about that, Baby was a pothead, and yea he did get me high." I said looking out the window reminiscing back during the times Baby used to smoke me out.
"But I didn't smoke much tho, only around him. But after he died that’s when I really became a stoner you know."
Poppi just shook his head. "I understand, say no more."
After he said that it got silent for a second. He sparked up the blunt took a couple pulls then passed it to me.
I took a long drag of the blunt inhaling deeply. I looked at Poppi stare in my face then look me up and down.
"What," I asked wondering why he was staring at me.
He was silent for a few seconds then spoke. "You need to put some more clothes on. You can't be walking around here looking like that. “He said.
I scrunched up my eyebrows "huh looking like what" I asked not seeing
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