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Subject: Re: ~*~ Stole ~*~ : Chapter 2 By Mylan Houston


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Date Posted: 12:16:06 12/08/02 Sun
In reply to: IcedOutQuarter 's message, "~*~ Stole ~*~ : Chapter 1 By Mylan Houston" on 12:01:34 12/08/02 Sun

~*~ Jarell ~*~

Since I invited her, it was only polite thing to do. I mean, for me to pay or whatever. Mylan got real happy and un-did her seatbelt. Before I knew it, she ws over on my side ordering up a storm.

Mylan: Yea, I’ll have that Deluxe Hot Cake meal, 2 Egg McMuffins, 2 hash browns and a large orange juice. You want anything, Rell.
Me: Hell Yeah! I’mma have one of your 2 egg McMuffins and one of your 2 hash browns.
Employee: So you want 1 Deluxe Meal, 4 Egg McMuffins and 4 hash browns?
Me: …
Milan: Don’t forget the orange juice!
Employee: Ok. Your total is $15.43. Please pull up to the next window.
Me: …

I don’t believe this shit! Without sayin’ anything, I pulled up to the window and paid for everything. While we were driving to school, I saw her laughing in the corner of my eye.

Me: You know you owe me for that, right?
Mylan: Why? You the one who said the extra stuff.

She was right. But I was still kinda heated, I mean $15 for some food from McDonald’s? They was suppose to be most less expensive place out there! I put what happened in the back of my mind and kept driving to school. In 15 minutes, we pulled up to the school parking lot and I parked my new 2003 Honda. I just got it and it was my baby. It took hard work and long fuckin’ hours at Target to get that car. Milan was still workin’ on getting hers. The sooner the better cuz I was tired of getting up early in the morning to pick her lazy ass up. She worked as a cashier and I worked in the back with the electronics where my specialty was: Music. I had put it on my application and I knew I would get it because my uncle is the manager of that Target. That’s how I got Mylan and Yanina they jobs up there. Every just has to rely on me cuz I get shit down.

Mylan: Are you going to work today?
Me: Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Mylan: Good. You can take me.

See what I mean.

Me: I can?
Milan: Yea. I’mma just leave my clothes in your car.

She took out her red collar shirt and her tight-ass out of her backpack and put them in the beack seat. Damn, I love them pants! We started walking towards the school when Druex pulled up in his new Midnight Blue Escalade. His pops gave it to him as a early birthday present. When I say early, I mean EARLY. His birthday was in November and it was just the beginning up September. I looked in the front seat and there was Ashley looking like she always does: FOUL. They got out and DeMario, Yanina, Omari and Shontaie climbed out the back seat.

Me: Wat up, maine?
Omari: Nuthin’. Just chillin’.

We all walked over to our spot and Mylan pulled her food out of her backpack.

DeMario: OOO! Food!
Mylan: Not for you though.
DeMario: Oh Being stingy today?
Mylan: Yup, I’m hungry.
DeMario: Ok That’s alright. I’ll remember you for that.
Mylan: Good.
Ashley: Man, I wanna go home!
Omari: And people in hell want ice water. So hwat?
Ashley: Shut up, Omari. Shontaie, get yo’ man before I do!
Omari: You ain’t gonna get jack shit!
Ashley: *Jumping off the table* Wanna bet?

Oh Shit! Let’s get ready to RUMBLE!!

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