Teens Are Strange
“For what?” he asked.
Okay, babe, I love you, but seriously..
“We have to pay for this..” I gazed at my dirt enfilled room, “this lovely accomadation don’t we?”
“Psh.. I guess.”
“A’ight.” I said, practicing my New York accent, “Peace.”
Shade looked like he was going to tell me something, but then he slumped back down into his chair again. As I was about to leave, though, he said it: “Wait..”
“Yes?” I reply, thinking he’s going to say ‘I love you.’
“Don’t get shot. Please.”
“Thanks. I’ll try not to.” I say and roll my eyes. I guess that was his way of saying it.
Walking into the elevator, a teenager was waiting to go down to the main floor. “Hey baby I know what you wearin’.”
I shudder and push my number button. On the way down I could feel him checking me out, and it was getting stranger by the second. Finally, we arrived at our floor, and I all but ran out.
“That’s right baby, work that butt.” he yells after me.