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“This nigga,” I muttered. “Yeah,” I answered.
“Damn! You really are home. Can I get a picture? I gotta show my pops this shit.”
I glanced at Juicy, and she sighed, shakin’ her head. “Can you take this picture for me?”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “We need to leave as soon as the food is ready, Juvie. It’s too many people outside.”
“What’s your name?” I asked. “Gimme your phone. She gon’ take the picture.”
“It’s Jahlil.” He passed the phone to Juicy and stood beside me.
I stood beside him, and this nigga started posin’ and shit like we were at the club takin’ pictures. He tried to throw his arm around my shoulder, and I blocked that shit.
“Aye, just stand beside me. Ion play that shit.”
“My-My bad, man,” he stuttered.
She took a few more pictures, then handed his phone back.
“Thanks. ’Preciate it,” he said.
“It ain’t nothin’. You live around here? I’ll make sure you get some tickets on openin’ night.”
“Yeah. Right around the corner. That’s wassup. Everybody that knows you ’round here said you was stiff and ain’t fuck wit nobody.”
Juicy was behind me, gigglin’ and shit. When I turned around, she looked at me wit’ her hand over her mouth, still laughin’.
“What? You are a little stiff, Juvie.”
“Nah. I just want people to respect my space. I’ll get my people to drop your tickets to you.”
The cashier called our order, and Juicy moved before I could. “Grab the drinks, and let’s go. It’s even more people outside.”
She snatched the food and started walkin’ fast toward the door. I was right on her heels. When we got to my truck, she tugged on the door handle and stared up at me like I offended her.
“Man, gimme a minute. Ya lil’ ass impatient as fuck,” I said, pullin’ my keys from my pocket.
“Whatever. Just come on before more people recognize you. Between this truck and my coat, we’re sticking out like a sore thumb.”
“What? You embarrassed by me or somethin’? That’s fucked up.”
“Oh, my God! Just open the damn door, Juvie. You play too much,” she snapped, stompin’ her foot.
The locks clicked as I stepped up beside her. I grabbed the handle and opened the door. “Get in the car. Throwin’ tantrums and shit.”
She climbed in, talkin’ shit. “Whatever. Pass me the drinks and get in, so we can go.”
Once she was in the seat and comfortable, she held out her hand, lookin’ all mean and shit. I laughed right in her face, and she snatched the drinks from me.
“You be takin’ shit too serious. Calm down. We good out here.”
“Can you please close the door? It’s cold,” she said calmly, pullin’ the seatbelt over her shoulder.
“Now, was it that hard to just chill?” I asked, still holdin’ the door open.
“You’re pushing it. Close the damn door!”
I closed the door, crackin’ the fuck up as I walked to the driver’s side. When I got inside, she was already stickin’ her straw in her drink. I reached for my straw, and she snatched it, then shoved it inside my cup.
