୨ 𝓙𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

THE DOOR to the corner store creaked shut behind you as you stepped out, plastic bag swinging from your wrist. Your bestfriend walked a step ahead, his long dreads brushing his shoulders, plump lips chewing on a toothpick, phone tucked in his back pocket.

The two of you were mid convo, laughing about something he’d said, when some man leaning against called. "Aye lil mama, come here real quick… damn, you thick as hell." You froze. Jake stopped, mid step, head turning sharp toward the voice. His whole energy shifted.

"Aye foe'," Jake said, "Back yo dumbass up. She not wit allat." The man blinked with a smirk. "Man, I was just sayin'—" Jake stepped forward. "Matter fact," He cut the man off, voice sharper now, “Move around 'fore I tweak on yo goofy ass." He lifted his shirt just enough to reveal his gun.

@ 𝐛𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥