《The Worst (Unthinkable)》None of Your Friends
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'Ain't no body ever do it right, like I do it right
I move in silence, nothing said is ever done right
No one needs to know, to know, its just you and I'
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"It's not funny" I whine as I limp in the living room sitting next to her.
I had made breakfast cause she deserved it after last nights performance which also left me with this stupid limp.
I tried to tell her bobblehead ass that she was too deep but she didn't want to hear it now I can't even walk in a straight line.
"It really is" She smiles scooping some eggs in her mouth.
"Your such an asshole" I laugh as I peel a layer off my biscuit.
"You like it though" She smirks and I playfully roll my eyes.
"Whatever, what you got up for today?" I ask firing up conversation.
"What I always do, working. You at the hospital today right?" She questions and I nod.
"Are you ever going to tell me what you do for a living?" I question curiously.
"If you last long enough, maybe" She shrugs biting a piece of bacon.
"Oh so your expecting my departure eventually huh?" I smartly retort with a raised eyebrow.
"Did I say that? Don't try to twist my words around, I don't like when people do that" She says waving me off and I scoff slapping her hand.
"Why you playing so much?" She chuckles looking over at me.
"You got me fucked up, don't try to dismiss me" I playfully mug her.
"Don't twist my words around" She retorts getting in my face and I smile pecking her soft lips, I really couldn't help it.
"You mad annoying" She laughs shaking her head as I cheese smiling.
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"Yo you glowing today sis" Erica smirks bringing attention to me and I look at her weirdly.
"Bitch I'm glowing everyday" I retort wrapping a rubberband around a stack of hundreds ignoring henny, star, Mariah, and Bianca studying my face.
"Nahh, she right. You got that type of glow" Henny says observing my face.
"I agree, bitch who you fuck lastnight?" Bianca asks and Erica's smirk widens.
"Yo why you steady smirking at me like that?" I question erica letting my irritation seep.
"Cause I know why you glowing like that" She smiles rocking on her heels.
"Bitch spill tea" Mariah says clasping her hands and erica looks at me for approval.
"Go head cause I'm curious at to what you think you know" I fire slightly glaring at her.
"Aight so boom, my shorty cyn hit me up a couple hours ago spilling alllll the tea. Word is cardi snatched the soul out the nicki jawn lastnight, got sis feeling rejuvenated and shit" She laughs and of course they join.
I hated bitches that talked too much cause I never liked having my business in the streets.
"But you not feeling shorty though right?" Star sarcastically questions with a small knowing smirk.
"I barely fucked that girl but I guess that's one thing you and ya shorty got in common E" I laugh and she raises her eyebrows.
"Fuck is you talking about?" She asks folding her arms across her chest.
"I'm talking about you pillow talking to hoes, telling allllll a bitch business" I spit and her face falls as guilt takes over her features.
"Wooowww E" Mariah scolds erica shaking her head in disappointment.
"Get off my dick, she caught me off guard asking all these questions about you and I slipped and told her you don't really do the commitment shit since that nigga tommy, it never happened again cardi I promise" She says apologetically.
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"I'm not even trippin E, I know you a stitch lipped mufucka so I ain't gone bug out but if that shit happen again I'm gone have to lay ya big booty ass out" I smile and she laughs nodding.
"This why y'all my bitches" Star smiles and we all laugh at her.
"Nah deadass though E you gotta tell ya shorty to stop asking about me, shits mad weird" I tell her and she nods agreeing.
"I said the same shit but I guess they all close and overprotective of one another and shit so she be prying" She says and I nod understanding.
"Don't let her slip and hurt herself" I warn and she nods catching my drift.
"So you really not talking to me cause I spilled a little bit of tea to my bestfriends?" She asks and I ignore her scrolling down my ig timeline.
We was laying in bed with a thick layer of tension between us.
"Wow, your annoying" She chuckles turning the TV up.
I knew she wasn't done because me ignoring her always fueled that tiny fire inside her.
"You really doing the most right now, me and my bestfriends tell each other everything" She says turning the TV back down.
"Stop fucking ignoring me!" She snaps snatching my phone out my hand.
"Now you doing the most" I chuckle breaking my silence.
"No your doing the most, mad cause I briefly told my bestfriends about what happened yesterday night"
"Yea cause it ain't none of they fucking business, I don't tell my friends about nothing we do so why should you?!" I snap letting my anger drip.
"Everybody is not as closed off as you bel, me and my bestfriends are like sisters. There's no secrets between the five of us" She says softer this time.
"And that's cool or whatever but I'm not with that shit so I should never be the topic of conversations, period" I shrug.
"So you want me to hide you?" She asks and I scrunch my face up in irritation.
"Yo what I tell you about twisting up my words, don't gossip about nothing between us to ya friends. I can't have people that talk too much around me, I don't like that"
"So what you trying to say?" She retorts raising an eyebrow.
"Exactly what I said. I'm fucking you or them? I move in silence, I don't look for approval from shit"
"I'm not looking for approval"
"So why do you feel the need to announce what we do? That shit dead like I said, is it me and you or is it me you and them?" I ask finally looking over at her.
"... it's me and you" She mumbles softly.
"Okay then dead that shit like I said and tell them keep my fucking name out they mouth" I tell her deading the whole argument.
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