it's been a couple years since our adventures with the boys. i mean, we still talk every day and hang out but remember that whole shenanigan with Valerie and Michael? and before Stoke and I were together? all that was annoying at the time but looking back, i miss it. it was fun. it's almost like we need to meet a new person and then fuck our lives up. i'm joking but it's been so boring.

"Stoke." i said, Stokeley laying on my lap scrolling through instagram, "Yeah"

"it's been boring lately. i want to spice shit up." i whined.

"i mean work really been kicking my ass so i been kinda tired, i give you my best though-"

"Stokeley, wrong type of 'spicing things up'." i cut him off, laughing, "dummy. i'm talking about our lives and with the guys. like old times."

"old times?" he repeated.

"yes. like when you were still trying to tell me you like me. and kim still lived with me. and you were still messing with that pig." i said.

he laughed, "you miss that?" he asked.

"i mean, looking back, the drama was fun."

"well, that was a while ago. maybe, we should just all get together and go on another road trip." Stokeley suggested.

"not in that fucking pedophile van again, bruh."

"i liked pedo van though."

i rolled my eyes, "well, i guess we could go on another road trip, ask everyone else what they think."

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well, we going on a trip.

"excited?" Stokeley asks me.

"yes, of course. it's always something fun with you guys." i say.

Miles brought the pedo van again, even though we said we wanted to just take multiple cars but he went on about how that's polluting the air and wasting gas and shit. we just all agreed with it because we knew he wouldn't let up.

the pedo van wasn't looking so pedo-y anymore though. it was..i don't know.. nicer i guess. better than when we went to disney world and people held on to their kids tight when they saw us pull up.

we planned that we were gonna get a couple beach houses down at the beach because we been sitting at home for a while anyway. niggas here in florida don't care, we got a whole virus and niggas still flooding the beach. if we gonna die, might at well die happy. we load our stuff into the van and get in.

Jordan had to use the bathroom real quick which we told him that if he leaves then he's going to lose a comfortable seat to someone else. he left anyway and when he came back he refused to get in the car and tried to get his stuff out the car.

"Listen, Jordan, it's not even that bad, i can sit on your lap and you can sit in my seat. or better yet, have my seat and i'll sit on the floor." Symere tried convincing Jordan.

"then you gon have back problems. i had to see therapy for 6 months for that. and it was expensive, that nigga Dimitri was not paying me on time either, big grand canyon forehead ass." Jordan snapped back.

"i didn't even say anything!" Dimitri cuts in. "nobody asked you to be so tall."

"nobody asked you to be a loser." Jordan says.

"nigga said 'loser'." Jarad says laughing.

"don't even say nothing you airpod case built bitch." Jordan says.

"Jordan, don't even start, cinnamon stick lookin ass. birthmark lookin like a shit stain lookin ass." Jarad cuts in.

Now it's about 4 people talking at the same time and Kim tries calming them down.

"y'all need to calm down, J, just get in the car, we'll make room for you. we're both skinny niggas, we can make it work." Kim says.

"thank you, Kim. i would accept if i wanted second hand smoke. the smoke being cocaine powder." Jordan says.

Kim pauses and looks at Symere, "get your mans or imma get his spine." Kim says.

"JORDAN." Symere says loudly making everyone silent and looking at him. "get your long, surfboard body built ass in this fucking van before i grab your by your birth mark, crack you in half, and eat you like a king size kit kat like i'm an overweight 10 YEAR OLD BOY ON HALLOWEEN."

we all sit and stare at the shocked expression on Jordan's face as he stares down at Symere. the height ratio was hilarious because Symere is like 5'4 and Jordan is like 6 feet tall.

"RIGHT. NOW." Symere says once more. Jordan sucks his teeth and climbs in the car, "i'm going in, damn."

"yeah, sit yo ass on the floor. i'll pay for your therapy when we get back." Symere says as he gets back to his spot.

"How you gon let a munchkin push you around, Jordan." Royce says.

"nigga climbed in the car like his momma just yelled at him." Dex says as we all started laughing.

"i hate all of you. my back and i don't deserve this shit." Jordan says as he sits on the floor.

"let's go, bruh." Miles says

and you already know how road trips start; laughing, fun conversations, and what not, it's always like that. we listened to Gazzy talk about his theory on why the Earth might be in a snow globe.

But it's not even really a road trip because we're not even going that far.

"where the fuck are we going? we've been driving for like 2 hours" Jarad whines.

"nigga it's been 15 minutes." Miles says.

"more like 15 hours, my nigga, where we going?"

"Lauderdale." Stokeley replied.

"that's like an hour away, this ain't no road trip." Kim exclaimed.

"i'd rather be in there for that long than a 5 plus hour drive with you hot breathed freaks. i did it once, i ain't doing it again." Royce says.

"Royce, you're one to talk, you literally look like a fucking dragon." Dex replies.

"first of all, you aint finna talk to me with them white stuff at the corner of your mouth, you unkept ass nigga, WIPE THE CORNERS OF YO SHIT."

Dex wipes his mouth then proceeds to slap Royce with the same same hand.

we all gasped, Jarad saying "ouuu" instigating a fight, as usual. Royce rolls up his sleeve and wipes his face,

"now you wanna get beat the hell up." Royce says

"beat me up then!"

Royce was in the seat in front of Dex so Royce had reach back and grab Dex, them trying to throw hands but the seat was in the way,

"stop pulling my hair nigga we not bitches." Royce says.

"you a bitch!" Dex yells.

we all start egging on the fight, laughing and recording them struggle to fight as the car moves down the road. i look over at Miles, still laughing and see that he has turned around and is looking at Royce and Dex fight.

i smiled for another second before it hit me.

Miles is the driver.

if everyone AND Miles is watching the fight... WHO. THE. FUCK. IS. DRIVING. THE. CAR.

"MILES, LOOK BACK ON THE ROAD BEFORE YOU-" i yelled before he all hit something and flew forward.

Royce who had taken off hit seat belt, hitting the seat in front of him. i was in the second row of the van, same row as Royce so i hit the chair in front of me. i was dazed a little but i was fine. I looked out the window, we hit another van in front of us.

"are you guys okay?" i said. all i heard them then groaning before i got out the car and went to open, the other doors for them all to get out.

"i said are y'all good? are y'all hurt? are you guys okay?" i said.

"bruh, what the hell happened." Dimitri said, "i was dozing off when i just flew forward."

"i'm glad you're okay, Dimitri. is every one else good? Dex? Royce? Jordan? Symere? Kimmy? Jarad? Stoke? Gazzy? Omar?" i looked around as i said their names. they all nodded.

"i'm fine, Jah." Miles says stepping out the car. i didn't even look at Miles, because if i did i would've slapped all the black off his ass.

"Miles. Parks. McCollum." i said calmly.

"Jah, i'm sorry, y'all i'm sorry, i was caught up. It was an accident, i didn't mean to."

"Nigga i could've died. and then y'all would be devastated." Symere said.

"more like relieved because the devil was finally banished back to hell." Kimmy replied.

"oh you got jokes, huh, Psychic. well predict that the people that we hit don't sue the fuck out of us because hot cheeto head over here can't keep his fucking eyes on the road."

"we should be okay." Kimmy says.

"Y'all good?" another guys voice said. he was from the car we hit. i looked over and it was this darkskin dude, he had these braids hanging from each side of his head, i could tell he had tattoos but the one that stood out was the rose on the back of his hand. his voice was very deep.

"we're fine, thank you! are you guys alright? we're really sorry we hit you." I said.

"you guys good. y'all ain't do that much damage. it ain't our car. i'm wit my homeboys." the man said, pointing back at his 4 other friends.

there was one other darkskin. skinny, dreads, had a neck tatoo i couldn't make out, and a bandana. he was checking out the place we hit and on the phone.

there was another darker skin boy, with braids. kinda like the guy that first asked us if we were okay but he had more little ones braided. he was also slim. he was on the phone but also looking over at us.

there was this more fair skin boy, had his dreads braided and a bandana over them. i ain't gonna lie, he kinda looked like a Rabbid. search it up. he was just..standing there..punching the air? and kinda twitching. i don't know what exactly he was doing, he might've been listening to something.

and lastly, another darkskin. he was just leaning on their car, he had these really beautiful light brown eyes. we made eye contact before i looked back at the other gentlemen that was still standing before us.

"I'm Bashar, but the homies call me Pop." he says. "Over there is Roddy, Dom, Tione and Taurus."

"nice to meet you, Pop. i'm Jahseh, this is Stokeley, Miles, Gazzy, Kim, Jarad, Dex, Royce, Symere, Dimitri, Omar... and i'm missing someone." i said, thinking.

"and Jordan." Jordan says annoyed. "you're missing JORDAN."

"right. Scoliosis over there."

Pop chuckles, "large group." he says. "going somewhere?"

"we were going to the fuckin beach but bitch nigga Miles over here wants to not pay attention to the road and put a bunch of peoples lives in danger." Symere says.

"it was an accident, and plus Royce and Dex wanted to play WWE in the backseat so how could i resist looking?" Miles.

"really, Miles?" Stokeley says.

"what?" Miles says. "i love WWE."

"well, it's fake. they're all actors." Royce says.

"it's fake?" Miles says, discouraged.

"look, it was our fault. we can just trade insurance companies and be on our way?" Stokeley asks.

"oh.. nah. y'all good. nobody dead so i think we'll be ight." Pop says.

"nigga you done negotiating? we needa go." one of Pop's friends says walking up to all of us. Taurus, i believe.

"we needa get to the beach house in Lauderdale and we still a while away." he goes on.

"we not rushing." Pop says.

"what y'all nigga bout to do?" Taurus asks.

"the same place y'all going." Stokeley. "the beach down in Lauderdale."

"what a fuckin coincidence." Taurus says. "I'm Polo."

"Polo? like the brand?" I asked.

"Nah, Polo like the game. Marco Polo. of course, the brand. blue berry head." Polo says laughing. i smiled, i glanced at Stokeley but he didn't look back.

"and there's like 50 of y'all niggas. y'all having a party or something?" Polo asked.

"nah, just a random trip." I said. "we also got a beach house down there we gonna go chill at for a little."

"oh for real? meet y'all down there then." Pop says.

"Aye, we just made some new friends." Miles exclaimed.

"What i say, Dex. that not psychic enough for you?" Kim says to Dex.

"alright...but we were bound to meet new people anyway." Dex says.

"wait for the weird part." Kim says.

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