You jus gotten home from a day of exhaustin ahh lectures. Sighin heavily, you lock da door behind you as yo boyfriend, Xavier wrapped his arms round yo waist, kissin on yo neck softly.

“Where’s Deshawn?”

You ask him quietly as he straightens up ta his full height.

“Yeah, I jus put dat nigga ta bed. He was cryin n shi fa no damn reason.”

He said, rubbin his neck.