“Like shit, but I’ll live.” She shrugged. Mecca was dramatic. The smallest shit was big when it came to her.
I laughed. “Your ass is so fucking dramatic. My baby ain’t even doing shit to you crazy ass girl.”
She sucked her teeth. “How are you gonna tell me what’s going on with my body? Do you know what I feel? Do you have ovaries and an alien in your gut?” She asked.
“Hell nah, but I know you be?—”
“Stop while you’re ahead, nigga.” She turned and kissed before she hopped up to walk over into the kitchen. “You hungry?”
I couldn’t help but smile at her because as bad as I wanted to talk shit to her, I didn’t feel like beefing. She was right, I was definitely gonna stop while I was ahead.
I endedup chilling around the house with Mecca for a while until Quari and I had some shit to handle. No matter how badI wanted to lay up and chill, I couldn’t. I wasn’t even built like that.
“We’re doing dinner tonight at Love and Quari’s place.” She responded as I walked around the bedroom gathering my stuff to leave. I knew Quari’s impatient ass would be calling me and telling me he was downstairs any minute.
“Cool make sur?—”
“Whatever is cooked has red meat in it. Turkey isn’t that bad, Kasair.” She mugged me from her spot in the bed.
“I bet it ain’t but, I know what I got a taste for unless sis is making some of her chili then I could possibly deal with the turkey.” I shrugged.
Mecca laughed just as my phone started going off on the other side of the room . I just knew it was Quari’s overly rushing ass. When I walked over toward the dresser where my phone was, I saw that it was indeed Quari’s ass.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“Come down and bring me a bottle of Gatorade.”
“Nigga, yeen got shit to drink at ya house?” I asked, screwing my face up.
“Yeah, I do, but I wanted to drink yo shit up like you do mine.” He hung up before I could respond.
I shook my head and put my phone into my back pocket before looking over at Mecca who was no longer in the bed. Instead she was standing near the washroom doorway holding my sweatshirt.
“Please be safe, Love told me about Quari’s?—”
“Here I am telling you the same fucking thing that I’m pretty sure he told her. Stop worrying about shit that shouldn’t be on your head.”
She looked me over before nodding her head. “Don’t bring your ass in my house leaking or I swear we’ll be scrapping next,nigga.” Then she tossed me hoodie and walked off. That was typical Mecca shit. She couldn’t be too nice for too long.
I laughed as I pulled my hoodie on and followed her. “Was that a warning or something, Mec?”
“Take it how you want to.”
I didn’t even respond, I walked over and pulled her into me before I pressed my lips against her forehead then her lips. She could be tough all she wanted with her nutty ass.
Seconds later I had grabbed Quari’s myself and Quari a Gatorade before I left the crib. Once I got down stairs and hopped into this nigga’s jeep I gave him the side eye before passing him his drink.
“Fuck you get me the orange one for?” He asked as he pulled into traffic.
“Picky ass nigga. I just grabbed whatever.” I laughed.
“Only serial killers drink this color.”
I busted out laughing. “Yo ass must not be getting none at home. Ya too fucking grouchy.”
“Fuck outta here.” He stopped at the red light and looked over at me. “You get that info on old girl from Mazz?”
“He sent it this morning. She lives on Flournoy in some big pink ass building. I mapped that shit out, you can’t miss the big tacky ass house.” I rested back against his seats. “How does your shoulder feel?”
