"That shit was solid."
"I don't think I ever met a shawty that stayed down with niggas like us for five years." She went on, still looking down.
"I guess I was just on bullshit because I was jealous that bro had something so solid."
"I ain't never had nothing like that and never looked for nothing like that, you know?" She went on and I nodded slowly.
"But that nigga really love you." She looked down, playing with the stringers on her sweatpants.
"And I was lying when I said he was fuckin' bitches. I was just tryna make you mad."
"I know." I said to myself, looking down as well.
After her brief spill, we sat there in silence. I guess this was us finally finding common ground. I wasn't completely sure but the bickering had stopped so I figure we'd made some kind of break through.
Moments later, Dom came back into the room and he plopped down onto the couch.
"Y'all done?" He looked from me to her and I simply nodded.
"Dej?" He asked and she finally nodded as well, looking down at her fingers.
"Aight, coo." He smirked, obviously happy and Dej slowly stood to her feet.
"I'm gon' to the car. I'll see y'all later." She ended up saying and we both nodded.
"Aight, nigga. Stay safe." He told her with a light chuckle.
"Witcha soft ass." He added as she stopped in her tracks, turning around to us.
"Whatchu say, pussy?" She asked amused as he stood to his feet, pulling me up with him.
"Na', I ain't say nothing. Must've been hearing shit." He said to her as we made our way upstairs.
"That's what the fuck I thought." She spat.
26.
Dominic
2 months later
"Yo, put that shit up. T at the door." I told Leek and Zay as they bagged up weed on the dining room table.
"Aight." They said as I made my way to the door to open it for her.
"Hey." She smiled once I opened the door.
"What's up, ma?" I couldn't help but to smile, she was looking good and a nigga had been missing her all day.
"I'm fine."
"Um, can I come in?" She asked and I nodded quickly, moving out of her way so she could go in.
As I closed the door behind us, I couldn't help but to look at her ass. It was going crazy in this little dress she had on.
"Go upstairs, ma." I told her, seeing as she was about to walk into the living room but them niggas still wasn't finished getting all of the weed off of the table.
"Why?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.