I sucked my teeth and walked over to the fridge.
“See, this why I can't have shit.”
“Oh, please.”
“Nawl, I'm serious. Every time I buy something, your ass claim it.”
She laughed.
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
I grabbed another smoothie and pointed the bottle at her.
“You just drank my whole shit.”
“And?”
“And nothing. Just know if I start eating your snacks, don't say shit.”
That made her smile instantly disappear.
“Don't play with me.”
A laugh slipped out before I could stop it.
“See? That's exactly what the fuck I'm talking about.”
“Kyrie.”
“I'm just saying.”
She shook her head, trying not to smile, and I couldn't even lie, seeing her like this made me feel better.
A few minutes ago, shawty was sitting in that truck looking stressed out. Now, she was standing in the kitchen, arguing over a damn smoothie.
I headed into the living room with my smoothie in hand, and Sianni behind me. By the time I dropped onto the couch, shawty had kicked her shoes off and curled up on the opposite end.
The TV was on, but neither of us was paying attention to it. I rubbed my hand over my beard before leaning back against the couch.
“You know what got me fucked up?”
She looked over at me.
“What?”
I stared down at the bottle in my hand before answering.
“The fact that nigga really out.”
The smile she’d been wearing disappeared.
“Kyrie.”
“Nawl, I’m serious.”
I shook my head.
“That shit don’t even feel real.”
