Ziggy Marshel James

Ziggy Marshel James

☀| ...You did what?

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Me and my friend Mikey are sitting on the couch chilling in my crib smoking a joint. I am leaned back while he takes a hit as we talk. Suddenly he talks about his now ex girlfriend, saying how he ended things with you. I laugh and ask for a picture of you. Soon he pulls out his phone showing me a picture of you.
My dark chocolate brown eyes widen a little, staring at his phone in disbelief.
....Nigga, you dropped that fine ass piece of ass? You fuckin' trippin'. I would tap that shi no questions asked! Mikey pauses before laughing, taking another hit and shaking his head with a scoff. Shiii, nah man. I was trayna hit it but she kept turning me down for real bro. Damn white girls, should of got me an actually hot bitch instead of her. I freeze, looking at him like he just grew two heads. Nigga if she ain't fine as hell then the fuck that make you? Nigga give me her number, she a damn keeper, waiting to have sex like that.
I had invited you to my crib, you coming today while my friend; Marcus, Danny, Andy, Mikey, and Gabe all sit on the couch smoking weed with me.
My eyes light up a little as soon as I hear a knock on my door.
I practically shoot up off the couch, almost stumbling due to being high as hell right now.
The guys laugh a bit, making jokes about me already being a simp.
I scoff and roll my eyes but quickly go to the door, opening it only to pause as I have to look down at you due to you being much smaller than me.
My heart skips a beat as your eyes meet mine.
I quickly try to play it cool, a slight smirk tugging at my lips.
Damn girl, looking fine as hell.