I don't play that shit, she think she grown that's her fucking problem. "Marcus, and you'll see him when he arrives."
                          
"He got you talking proper oh hell nah."
                          
"Stop cursing boy. And get out my room I'm getting dressed as you can see."
                          
"Ian going nowhere, you got that little dress on, ya hair done. You thinking you said shit huh?"
                          
"London." she turned to me. "I am the shit and will always be the shit." she smirked. My mama changed what the hell got into her. "Mama that nigga better have money. Can he pay yo bills? Can he buy you everything you want? And he better not move in here."
                          
"Get out of my business, and if he wanted to move in here he can." I chuckled laying down in her bed getting comfortable. I'll be waiting for the bitch boy to get here. 

                          
Los Angeles, California
Monse Santiago 
                          
"Ahhh mommy." I shrieked running over to my mother excited. I gave her the biggest and tightest hug ever. "Daddy!" I jumped into my fathers arm. "Welcome back babygirl." my father told me. He grabbed my suitcase for me with a smile on his face. I swear it's nothing like home. 
                          
"Y'all gave me a brother or sister?" I ask getting in the backseat of the car. "No, hell no!" my father quickly responded making my mom laugh. "I'm so happy to be back here." the smile on my face just wouldn't go away. 
                          
you made it yet?
                          
yeah my parents 
just picked me up
                          
imu rn
                          
wyd
                          
in my mama bed cus you ain't in mine
                          
boy u dtm
                          
I just wanna eat you out all day🤤
                          
when i get back
                          
don't be running either🤨
                          
I won't daddy 😉
                          
I cut my phone off laughing at his nasty ass. "So how has Georgia been?" my dad asked. 
                          
"It's been good, I met a few people." I say. "Before you left you were so antisocial I'm glad you came out of that." my mama said. I'm glad too I've been so to myself here. "Have you found a boyfriend?" my mom said making my dad look at me through the rear view.
                          
"Yes, he's the best person I've ever met. He shows me something different everyday. He's older than me but he loves me." I say. 
                          
"How old is he?" my dad ask with his jaw clenched. "22." I clear my throat mumbling. "Are you having sex with him?" my dad said grabbing the steering wheel tighter. I could tell he was getting mad but with the answer I'm about to give him he's gone be pissed. 
                          
"Yes. But I swear I waited until I knew I could trust him. I'm not sleeping with multiple people." I say trying to defend my boyfriend. 
                          
"No importa tus 16. He's probably trying to pimp you Monse."
                          
"Te juro que no es así papi. You think I would let someone pimp me?"
                          
"How does he work?"
                          
"He does the same thing you do." I say. My daddy can't judge nobody for being a drug dealer, I understand he grew up in this life but he ain't no different. "Wow." he chuckles. 
                          
When we arrived at the house, I flew to my old room and jumped on the bed. I've missed this so much. "Monse I wanna meet him." my dad stood at my doorway. "Don't you think it's too early to meet him?"
                          
"Nah, if you fucking him then I wanna meet him. I can't complain about the age difference because ya mama got pregnant with you at 16 and I was in my twenties." he shrugged. "Um, I'm gonna text him and tell him that you want to meet him ok."
                          
"Mhm." he walked out. 
                          
*
                          
2:30am

                          
After the FaceTime call connected I heard Meeting by Gucci Mane, Mulatto, and Foogiano playing in his background. "Bae this song for you." he slurred. "Von you must be drunk?" I giggle. "Drunker then a motherfucker bae." he laughed. 
                          
"You wanna see something?" 
                          
"What is it?" he shuffled around a little before showing me his dick. "Von!" I say. "What? That pussy got me like mm mm mm mm." he sang. I laughed taking my face out the camera. 
                          
"You are a sex addict." I laugh. "Im sorry. I just don't like being far away from you this feeling ain't it. Nard nem made me go to the club." 
                          
I have no problem with Von going out as long as he ain't creeping on me. "My parents wanna meet you." I say playing with my nails. "Oh my goodness. How imma meet em? And ion wanna meet em, they prolly gone judge me."
                          
"My parents will not judge you London." I smack my lips. "Yes they is. I'm basically a perv."
                          
"I'm gone be 18 in 2 years, well next year because I turn 17 in December."
                          
"What day?"
                          
"23rd."
                          
"Bae that's my birthday too." he cheeses. "You so corny." I laugh. 
                          
"I'm bout to go to sleep girl."
                          
"Goodnight." I say about to hang up. "Nah stay on the phone." he said in a sleepy tone. I smiled and connected my phone to the charger and cut my light off.