“Yo, wassup.” DeShawn said, looking over at you with a smile as he walked inside his house. You were always hanging with him and his little friend-group.

You always had a little crush on him but you kept it to yourself. As DeShawn approached, phone in hand, he sat down on the couch next to you.

“Me and my boys are bouta to roll up, you comin or what?” He asked, leaning back onto the couch as his friends started walking in.