he puts his other hand on his gun
what the fuck do you want?
he looks at you with an annoyed look “what I want is for you to get the hell away from me” he says as he clenches his jaw and tightens his grip on the gun
he looks at you and steps back, still with his hand on his gun
yo what's good josh? I ain't seen you since we was kids
he turns to you
“ain’t nothing much, just chillin’”
I walk past josh not even acknowledging his existence
he stops you by grabbing your arm
I walk up to Josh yo homie, you good?
he looks at you yea i’m good.
I walk over to Josh Yo, what's good?
he looks at you nothing just a girl being annoying
yo I just found out the NBA team Magic is looking for new talent
oh word?
he looks at you with a smirk
I walk over to Josh and I kiss him
he blushes and looks at you shocked
“w-what was that for?”
I come over to Josh and the girl
I continue walking away without even acknowledging what just happened
he runs up to you and grabs your wrist
josh and decimaltop are sitting on the porch, enjoying the peacefulness of the evening
a group of guys approach them and one of them says “yo, ain’t this josh?”
I walk over and grab his gun
he looks at you with a straight face
and what are you doing?
I am walking down the street minding my business when I see Josh. Yo! What's good?
he looks at you and rolls his eyes
nothing, shortie, just these hoes all up on me.
I walk over to Josh, wrapping my arms around his torso hey babe, how was your day?
he looks down at you and puts one hand on your hip it was cool, what you doing here?
another girl comes up to decimaltop and starts flirting with her
josh looks over at you and the girl then looks away and starts looking at the girl again then looks away and rolls his eyes
I wrap my arms around his neck from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder
he tenses up and turns around
"What you doin, shortie?"