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유Gяошїиg ραιηѕ웃 ╰☆╮ A WIMPy Kidd Production 11/26

<ul> <li>PROLOGUE</li>

APRIL 2011

Birds chirped outside the window annoyingly And the sun began adoring the side of my face a little too lovingly, letting me know that morning was here. My own personal alarm clock.
The arms that held me from behind squeezed tighter around me as their owner snuggled closer as I shifted to try and get the sun off my face.

<em>Get up, Ava..<em>

I thought to myself, squeezing my eyes tighter trying to get back to sleep. I knew it was a contradiction within itself, but it had been a long night.

All I wanted to do was lay there. Just... Lay there. Yet when I heard small feet pitter patter across the hard wood floor I knew it would never happen.

"Mommy!" A small voice squeaked close to my ear.

"Mom! Mommy! Mom!" <em>Ohhhhhh!!!! MY GOD! </em>

"Mommy, is you woked up yet?" My 5 year old son Aquarius bugged, tugging the pillow that I'd just snatched over my head in an attempt to ignore him.

It took everything in me not to beg him for the infamous <em> Five more minutes.</em>

"Why do kids always ask that when they know you're really not?" I muffled through the pillow, cracking open my eyes for the very first time this morning.

"No, Really!" Quarry pleaded. " I'm hungwry, and Aries ate the rest of my Coco Pups and she say I cant Have her Cap and Crwunch cuz i cant put on clothes." He tattled, Mispronouncing words that only <em> he </em> could figure out how to mess up.

I tried not to laugh at my baby as I removed the pillow from my face to see that his brownish orbs were welling with tears. He had on some courteroy pants (that I still hadn't forgiven Harley for buyin for my baby) that were unbuttoned and zipped, which was to be expected, but the hilarious part was that his head was through the left sleeve of his inside out Transformers shirt, while his arm hung out the neck hole like a tree limb.

"Baby, look at your son." I chuckled, nudging my backside against my husband to rouse him from his sleep.

If I had to get up, then he had to as well. Especially for this.. It was classic.

"Aaaavaaaaa!!" He whined through his slumber, releasing me from his grasp so that he could sit up

"Im tryna sleep, you know last night you..... Nigga wtf you got on?? How??" He questioned, makin the <a href="">stink face</a> at our baby.

"Dont be lookin at my son like that foo!" I chastised, removing the thin covers from myself and slipping on my glasses and slippers as I got out of the bed.

"Come on son." I smiled, tugging the shirt over his head and picking him up.

"Let's go see what yo sister talkin bout." I cooed to him

As I made my way down the stairs thinking of what I was going to say to Aries about being mean to her brother <em>this</em> morning I thought of how far i'd come. Each morning it was something else with these too. Which had oddly enough become the most exciting excitement of my life.

It was strange... Strange how we got here. Me and Shad I mean.

I wasn't exactly the "type" he usually went for, and he wasn't.... well, he was <em>Shad</em> the kind of guy that I shouldn't have gone for. And <strong>we</strong> were Far from the kind of people to be settled down in a not so modest home with 2 kids and a mut.

Don't get me wrong, It was <em> never </em> easy and we fought it as much as we could in the beginning.. Had to go through a lot of things, loose a lot of people and grow up in a lot of ways before we realized that the pains that we were going through separately, we were meant to go through together...

I'll tell you the story... Of our lives.. Of our Loves, Our friends. Our Enemies...

I'll tell you the story of our <strong> GROWING PAINS......</strong>
RUN IT?! PLEASE BE CRITICAL! There's no such thing as a mean comment.. as long as you comment! No runs = <strong> NO ADD</strong> =/

It starts off slow but after a few runs i'll post chapter 1.


Wtf wtf naw naw he need to get rid of tht b**** forreal!!
Y she tryna b ava friend b**** bye
Run it!!!

<strong> Feb 1999 </Strong>

<strong> DENIRO </strong>


"Get up for a minute Lil One." I said. "Let her have ya chair."

Goin with my second option, I knew I had to handle this s*** delicately. She was cold as f***, but dont let them green eyes fool you.
Born and raised somewhere near Queens, New York, Breonna Taylor was the definition of <em> ghetto fabulous <em> Right down to the big assed hooped earrings in her ears. And as mad as she was, It was almost a guarantee she would cause a bigger scene than she already had.

After rolling her eyes, Lol One placed the fork she was holding inside her food container and pushed it to the end of the table and stood to do as I asked.

"Sit down." I ordered Bree lowly.

Smackin her Lips, further annoyin the s*** out of me, Bree slightly pushed Lil One out the way so that she could pull the chair out further than it needed to be pulled and dramatically sitting down. When she scooted the chair back up to the table it's metal legs screeched against the tiled floor until she was directly across from me with her hands folded in front of her.

"Oh!" She spat, "Now you wanna talk to me? Now you got somethin to say?"

I reached across the table and look one of Bree's hands into mines. Turning her hand over, I caressed her palms softly with the pads of my thumbs.

"Yo calm the f*** down Breonna ."
Her eyes softened some tension fell from her face as I held her hand.
She knew I didnt do that public display of affection s***.. ( that s*** earlier dont count. =/ ) So I dont know why she would think that I would go for it now.

Especially after the s*** she'd just pulled.

Deniro was here and he had a muhhf***in lesson to teach.

"Now what the f*** I tell you a bout that s***?" I asked harshly, Pressing my thumbs into the center of her palms ca using pressure.

"Ow!" she yelped, "That hurts!"

"Shut up!" I whispered lowly enough where only she and possibly lil one could hear me.

"It's supposed to stupid." I taunted. "Now what the f*** did I tell you?" I pressed harder and tears filled her eyes. She knew what Kind of trouble disrespectin me brought. For some reason though, she thought she was special.

<em> She was wrong. <em>

"Just because you <em> know <em> my name, Don't mean you get to use that s***." I lectured.

She didn't care earlier.. but she for damn sure cared now.

While we had our exchange, Ava stood off to to the side of the table making her unmanicured finger nails out to be the most interesting thing in the world, the way she was staring at them.

"I warned you Breonna. I warned you about your mouth." As the words roughly fell from my mouth,I stared Bree directly in her eyes, Watching uncaringly as tears fell from her eyes, still pressing.

"Im sorry baby." Bree Admitted. " I just.. You tell me now aint a good time but you here wit her!"

I dropped her hand altogether, severing contact with Bree.

"Quit worryin a bout what everybody else doin and worry about you."

"Ok.." She answered lowly... "Im sorry De. Will you forgive me?"

She licked lips and ran her hands through the thick main on her head, reminding me why I'd kept her a round so long. I picked up Lil Ones chinese container and gathered our bags before standing up.

"You ready to be out of here?" I asked, Breaking her attention away from her nails.

"Sure." She answered, rushing to get the Victoria Secret bag out of my hands... Funny I could pay for the s*** but no see it.

Bree got up as well and asked again if I would forgive her.. Begging, like I knew she would do if I didn't answer her right away.

"Whatever Bree..." I told her.

She smiled leaned in to kiss me. I backed away just in time.

She wouldn't learn.

"Leigh'Ava .. Im sorry to.. for all this today... ok?" Bree spoke to Lil One, using her real name when I hadn't known she knew it.

Surprised wouldn't be the word to use for Lil One's face as her eyes worked back and forth from me to Bree. I had no idea what the f*** was going on.

She shook her head up and down, I guess accepting the apology turning to me. Silently asking if we could go now.

"Be at ma house tonight Breonna." I ordered. It hab been about a week since i'd last given her the "D" and she was probably up tight. Besides Make up sex with Bree was the s***.

"Ok!" She smiled brightly before throwing her arms around Lil One in a tight hug.

"Bye Ava." She told her. I'll see you later." The mono-toned voice a complete contradiction from the smile she wore.


Run it!! I need this mofo to speed up!!! I needs action!!
Run it!!!

cuz his mama said dont call females no b****...
Bree is a ll kinds of b****es for this add. lol...

yay, it was <strong>For Kia</strong> ..that's <strong>ME!</strong>
lol, that add should had been called "Sorry Mama" ; he kept saying it like over and over. But run it some moreee. (:

For Kia....

<strong> Feb 1999 </strong>

Deniro pulled a napkin from the dispenser casually and wiped the away any Burgerking residue from his hands and mouth while I clutched the plastic fork tightly in a fist.

"Bree, what the f*** I told you about that s*** girl?"
Tha t <em> other </em> Deniro was rearing his head again. That vibe was coming on stronger than before and even though it wasn't directed towards me, I admit, I was scared.

Bree on the other hand was too mad to notice the danger. As I looked at my tormenter, her normally honey brown skin red with emotion and her fist were clenched tightly at her side.

" I dont give a dam* <em> Shad </em>. Look at you a ll out here and s*** with this bummy assed b****!> A ctin like you dont see these mutha f***a s starin at you. Embarrasin me and s***!"

Bree was livid. As she spoke, her hands waving and pointing every which way, I thought about how it wasn't just me. How they <em>were</em> looking a t us. And how she was right.

He had pretended not to notice.

<strong> Shad Feb 1999</strong>

This b**** was f***in crazy.

<em> Sorry mama.</em>

But she was.

I knew Rachel's a ss would call Bree after I left the Finishline and didn't give her ass no play.

The thing a bout it was that at the time, hell, now too. I didn't give a <strong> f***. </strong>

I didn't give a f*** if she knew I was here with anotha broad. And I for damn sure didnt give a f*** if she felt embarrassed.

LikE I told her and like I told ya ll...

She aint ma girl.

I just let her say that s***.

And quite frankly, that s*** could stop too.

I had obviously let this b**** get too comfortable, and it took Lil One for me to notice.

<strong> Hold up. </strong>

I know ya ll some soft ass females, and prolly gone read too much into every damn thing a nigga gotta say... So let me explain what I mean by it took her for me to notice.

Bree's never acted like this in public for one reason and one reason only. Not because she felt embarrassed, or disrespected or no s*** like that.

f*** the back story.

This b**** was just now actin an ass because I was just now givin her a n opportunity to.

Aga in, Sorry Mama.

Hoes I was f***in were exactlt that.

<strong> Hoes.</strong>

I f***ed 'em in private. I left 'em in private.

That was that.

I didn't bring them broads out because 1: What the f*** would I but the cow for? Especially if milk was free? And second... Most importantly, I didn't want muhh-f***as in my business like I knew they would be.

The point im tryna make is... She never flipped on me wit another broad is cuz she neva seen me wit one.

And how I feel, she didn't have a right to flip out any how.

She wasn't ma girl.

As I used the napkin to wipe away the salt Burgerking's fries ha d left behind on my hands, I contemplated how I was going to handle this s***.

I could get out my chair and sma ck the s*** out of her for puttin our s*** out on front street.

Or I could sit the b**** down and give her ass a <em> very </em> stern talking to.

The first of those would definitely make <strong> me </strong> feel better, but it would probably... no, certainly land ma black ass in jail.

And I wasn't tryna do no more stints in there.

Especially not for no b****.

<em> Sorry mama. </em>


a ddin a ga in la ter... ta kin a brea k from this d amned keyboa rd....

OOHH MAN!! I wish you would've did this
aLONG time ago! But now im in Kendras group!

ok.. so my keyboa rd is still effed up... but im finna a dd.. cuz i a int got nuthin to do.. but be a nnoyed with it rite now....

WRITERS::: Notice the ╰☆╮ A WIMPy Kidd Production... next to this story and some others.... WIMPy Kidd Productions.. is now open for members if you wanna join...

thanks kia !

im addin rite now... idk how this is gonna work tho cuz i spilled sumthin in ma keyboa rd now it's a ctin cra zy... <<--- see this weird ass s***?? like tha spa ce? im not doin tha t... a nd it might a nnoy me to keep goin ba ck to era se... so we'll see.. lol

That damn Bree...

Ughh the slandering of my name...... lol.

I have a LOT of catching up to do. Which sucks lol URGHHHH.

It`s Deff Bree or Summer LOL

I think like Deniero! THINK Boss, Therefore I AM


Why do I have a feeling that Bree is the one that has

to ruin this moment?

Run it

Run it Naz!!

yayyyyy , i've reached 300! make that 30<strong>1</strong>
bahaha , i hope this add is <strong>NOT</strong> short.
if it is, i will be mad. gosh.

- now , post this add.
thankssssssss [:

assssss , assssss , asssss , asssss , asssss , assss , asss , asss ,

[ does the runnin' man. ]
have i got to 300 posts yet? :OOOOOOO

i've missed you sooooooo much nazzy !

you know , i have no clue how this story is gonna seriously get them together, and that's the good thing. leave me thinkin'!

i <333333333333333333333333 chicken! ..
and waffles .

she so cool give headddd,
wit' herrr shadesssssss onnnn'.

- bloooop bloooop!

four more left ,
aye , i'm getting there. :)

five more left ....

6 more posts left ...

hollld upppp, holddddd uppppp, holdddddddd up,


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i love that song, lmao.

marvinnnn' gaye & chardonnnnnnaaaaaay ,
just let the songgggggggg playyyyyyy ...

blah blah, i know no one want's to hear me talk ... so.

check your messages toooooo! [:

oh yeah! to answer your question of "where i've been."
SCHOOL. -___________-
ugh , i rarely have free time for the actual computer, or to even write if it's for fun. [like my story] SMH!

aww , that was a a cool add, she needs to fill him in on her life.
he seems so freakin' SEXY. my gosh , i'ma try & get you to 300 ,
because i'm hungryyyyy foooo' moeeeee. [:

It's 3:17 wher I'm at. So wher are u add plz

so luvin this story run it!!!

Run it can u make it 290 instead lol

thanks guys...!

huuryyyyy uuupppp.... 300.. im tyrna let yall in on this bomb ass add....