you were a beautiful honey blonde afro girl. All your friends with your hair and so would little kids. The only person who couldn’t touch your hair was prodigy. But fast forward to a new month you’re drunk from a party and you asked your brother to pick you up. Prodigy was in the car to, but he moved to the back seat with you. “hey man, go back to the front.” you slurred your words as you lean back. He shakes his head, “Nooooo.” he makes a stank face at you “I’m making sure you’re safe.” you roll your eyes and the car starts. “why would i wanna be safe with you.” you look at him. “put your seatbelt on.” he says “no, i’m fine.” you protest “nigga. just put your seatbelt on. for me?” you start grumbling but do it anyway. you look up front at your brother and notice he’s smirking. Hm, what’s that about?