RED 

Me and Jay just stared at each other.

"Ask me a question dumb fuck" I demanded.

"Nigga why I gotta go first?!" his voice squeaked.

"Nigga what happened to ya deep ass voice" I held in my laugh.

"Ma fault" his normal voice returned.

"Thats better. Now u said to play da game meaning u gotta ask first" I shrugged.

"Igh. Who ya favorite OY member?" he got straight to the point.

"Nigga nun of y'all, Y'all sum pussies" I joked. He looked at me with a 😐 face.

"Alr I was kidding!!" I threw my hands up in defense.

"It's dudey." I said truthfully.

"Nah u cappin" he shook his head.

"On everything I love, DUDEY TOPS ALL Y'ALL NIGGAS WORDA BRO" I yelled.

"NIGGA HE AIN'T SHIT!! I'm supposed to be the favorite" he sounded hurt.

"WELP YA NOT" I shrugged again. He hit my arm.

"YOUR TURNN!! Who's ya favorite ebk member 🤔" I asked.

"Not you" he said immediately.

"You only sayin dat cs I hurt ya feelings be original" I rolled my eyes.

"Igh igh. It's you I guess" he huffed. I started smiling. Why tf am I smiling?...

"Deadass tho lemme ask u sum real questions" he cleared his throat and fixed his posture. This nigga boutta be the feds.

"1) What made u wanna be ebk" he sounded like a fucking reporter.

"Nigga wha" I was confused as to where this was going.

"ANSWER. THE. QUESTION." he clapped.

"Who tf- yo gun definitely got sparkles on it" I looked him up and down.

"I got the niggas on speed dial keep talking shit" he put his finger in my face. I pushed his hand away from me.

"My brother Nas is EBK, Tony EBK/DOA so I decided to be EBK and DOA. Get the best of both worlds 😜" I stuck my tongue out.

"Thats not a valid-" he spoke.

"NIGGA I HONESTLY HAVE NO CLUE WHY I'M EBK I WAS BORN INTO DS IDFK" I said truthfully. He started laughing.

"Igh mamas chill" he tapped my arm.

Butterflies filled my stomach. What is he doing to me bruh?

"You good mh?" he questioned as I lowkey zoned out.

"I'm good nigga. MY question for YOUUUU is what's ya favorite ice cream flavor" I really wanted to know. Because if he was js a plain vanilla guy I couldn't fuck wit him. Ts ain't all da hype!!

He raised a brow then proceeded to answer.

"Strawberry?" he didn't sound sure.

"Nigga why u questioning ya answer" I tilted my head.

"Cs nigga its a random ass question wtf" he started laughing.

"Lame ass Ice cream flavor by the way" I added.

"Yo what strawberry be hittin especially if u add sum caramel on top" he started rubbing his stomach as he said 'mmm'.

"Na bro if we talkin GOOD icecream then mint chocolate chip is ON TOP" I disagreed w him.

He gasped. "HELL NAH I CANT FW U" he scooted away from me.

"WHAT'S WRONG WIT MINT NIGGA?" I felt offended.

"Its literally disgusting" he made a weird face.

"U wildinnn"

"Next question? How u jackin ygz if u DOA?" I saw a lil smirk appear on his face. He knows DAMN WELL I HATE YGZ. Them niggas my top opps.

"I should punch you" my face turned serious.

"U was throwing up ygz" he threw his hands up. I got put on PDL for sum pussies tryna make a joke outta me.

"TS WAS EDITED WORD TO MA DEADS" I grabbed my cross chain and held it up.

He nodded as he squinted his eyes at me.

"Why'd u decided to diss my deads? We ain did shi to you" I randomly asked.

He didn't expect that.

"Well, ya deads dissed my gang" he started playing with his thumbs.

"But they aint neva diss YOU. They dissed roscoe and keem. Don't nobody even like them niggas" I told him.

JAY

"But they ain't neva diss YOU. They dissed roscoe and keem. Don't nobody even like them niggas" her voice got a lil squeaky.

I started thinking. I did js speak on her deads for no reason. They never had a problem with me-

"If YOU are going to be 100% honest while doing ds then... Ima b blunt wit you. It was making the other niggas money, so I thought if I did it, I'd get the same shi they did" I looked down.

"I mean- you got what u wanted. But yeen have to do it that way. Especially since Jayrip and even diss OY like that" she rolled her eyes.

"But you didn't have to diss notti" I got on ha ass.

"NIGGA WHAT ELSE I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO?! It's called get back gang no set back ganggg" she geeked.

"U could've said sum bout me" I sucked my teeth.

"Why would I do that if I think you fine?" I felt her staring me DOWN. I started sweating. WHY AM I SWEATING?! She's a average bitch like errybody else.

"You think I'm fine?" I looked at her. She had a lil sparkle in her eye. 

"Ain't that what I js said u dummy?" she had a tone that made it seem like she was calling me stupid without actually calling me stupid.

 I mocked her and she pushed me.

"Nah but you pain ma" I licked my lips. She had a lil slit where I could see ha boobs. And she had on these shorts that really hugged to her body.

"Igh klickin chill" her cheeks turned red.

"R u blushing? I GOT YO ASS BLUSHING??" I was shocked.

"AIN'T NOBODY BLUSHIN NIGGA ITS MIGHTY HOT IN HEA" she lied.

"STOP CAPPING NIGGAAA" I shook her.

"U got wayyy to much dip on ya chip" she huffed.

"Speaking of chips.. I'm hungry" I grabbed my phone and went on the uber eats app.

"We barley asked important questions yk that right? Basically defeated the entire point of this 'game'' she quoted.

"Eh once we kick it more I'll kno everything" I reassured her as I went to Mcdonalds.

"Who said we was gone continue wit ds" she raised a brow.

"I did. Wha youn wanna hang w me??" I looked at her w puppy eyes.

"I mean.. ion got a problem with it" she started playing with her hair.

"Yeah ma ik u don't" I tapped her leg and started choosing my order.

"U want sum?" I questioned. Gotta feed my new wifey yfm.

"Duh niggaa!! If u finna b rockin wit me we always gota get food 24/7" she insisted.

"Im cool with that!!" I got excited cs I love eating.

"But uh Jay listen, you can't tell nobody we seeing eachother igh" her tone went low.

"Why??"

"You kno how dumb we'd look if we pop out? Niggas gone clown us bro" she was serious.

"Ain't nobody gone say nunnn" I waved her off.

"Nigga yes they will. My block gone get on my ass for ds and YO block gone fuck u up" she didn't lie.

I sighed. "Man wtv"

Now my mood was ruined. I wanted to at least tell a few of my niggas. Best believe Ima tell Heemy tho.

"Here order." I handed her my phone and stared at the wall.

"Nigga u better not b pressed" she stared at me.

"I ain" I lied.

"Jay"

"Red js order man" 

She scoffed and ordered. She then threw the phone at me and we js sat there in silence.

"You gone tell Heemy aren't you" she started laughing.

"Damn you know me too well" I started smiling. I couldn't be mad at her for making sure our reputations don't get ruined.

"WAIT I have a serious question" she yelled.

"WHAT" I returned the same energy.

"I KNOW u have a fav song of mine. Which one is it" she smirked.

"Who df said I listen to your music?" I was trying to humble her.

"Let's be so fr" she said with a blank stare.

"Man. Heavy on it too fyee ONLY BECAUSE I LIKE THE PART THAT GO 'I needa lit bitch like Bacardi bitch I'm ghetto don't call me no barbie' " I sung in my best impression of her voice.

"NAHHH U LIKE THAT ONE??" she busted out laughing.

"HELL YEAH!! Ian gone hold u I be rocking to ds in the shower" I spoke truthfully.

"FUCK THAT LIL BOY THAT GOT LEFT AT THE LIGHT, SAYIN U GONE TOUCH ME NIGGA U BUGGIN" we both sung together.

"U fanned out niggaaa" she joked.

"Ik u got a fav song of mine" I clicked my tongue.

"Ion wanna hurt ur feelings but... I honestly don't listen to ur music" she made a 😬 face. My feelings were indeed hurt.

"Fuck you"

LOOK AT DURK MAN SO INSPIRTATIONAL (the weird pics will be back in the next chapter i promise 💋)