PART 5: The Game
Dreya: How do you still enjoy basketball? Hasn’t ReShawn ruined it for you those games where he never passed you the ball no matter how many times you called for it? *laughs*
Mack: You shouldn’t be laughing. How you still show your face in public when ReShawn the one who took you to prom because Dion didn’t trust nobody else to? *dies of laughter*
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>PROM. 2013.<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Dreya: That’s low. Real low. Even for you.
Door opens.
ReShawn: *confused* Yo Mack, you early as hell bruh. Game hasn’t even started.
Dion: Aye Mack, come help me wit the chips and drinks and shit, will you bro?
ReShawn: Naowwwww, don’t trip I’m right behind you I got it.
Dion: *thinking: This dumb ass nigga.* Nah, you helped me enough today. Mack can help me.
ReShawn: Fuck you mean, we just got here? I’m straight dude really, I don’t mind.
Dion: *yells* BRO. I want Mack to help me.
ReShawn: *lost for a minute and then finally gets it* Ohhhhhhhhhh....you right. I’m exhausted.