Post by CarolinaCutie on Mar 5, 2003 22:10:08 GMT -4
A month or so had passed, but Deja and Dru were getting along like one big, happy family. However, they always had their squabbles here and there. But her relationship with Nokio was going great.
It’s a Friday afternoon and everyone is getting ready for a party that’s being held in their honor by their city, Tha’ Spot. It would be Tha’ Spot’s way of thanking them for a job well done on putting D-Pimp and his crew away for good.
“Man, where yo’ girl at?! She know she gotta hook my head up so I can look good for the honeys tonight!” Scola shouted at Nokio as he came walking into the rec room to wait on Deja.
When Jazz and Nokio looked up at him they burst out laughing.
“Oh man! Deja betta' come quick!”, Jazz laughed. “This n
a look like he done stuck his finger in a socket!”
Scola had went ahead and taken his last set of cornrows out. His hair was sticking straight up and out on his head. He resembled a younger and much sexier Don King, which was a good thing, of course.
“Yeah, well at least I don’t look like a milk dud gone bad!”, Scola said laughing back at Jazz.
“Man, what you talkin’ ‘bout…my stuff is silky smoooooooooth.”, Jazz replied while rubbing the top of his head in one slow motion from front to back with his palm.
After his laughter had ceased, Nokio reassured Scola that Deja was on her way over. She had called him right before she left her place to let him know that she was going to stop at the store down the street to pick up a hat and a pair of earrings to go with her outfit for the party.
The fellas had been joking around for about 15 minutes or so when Deja came walking into the rec room quietly singing.
“You had hoochies ev’ryyyyyyyyy…”. She stopped in her tracks, when she took a look at Scola’s head.
“Dn, I see I have my work cut out fo’ me today.”, she said with a blank stare.
“Oh, shut up! Thinkin’ you lookin’ cute juss ‘cuz you got yo’ lil’ cornrows, beads, and isht!”, Scola replied rolling his eyes at her. He admitted to himself that her cornrows were nice though. They were going back on her head in a diagonal pattern and hung down to the middle of her back. But instead of complimenting her, he called her a broke-@$$ Alicia Keys and proceeded to pull one of her braids before running away from her.
“Ow, na! My head is still sore!”, Deja shouted as she took off running after him. He separated himself from her with the pool table.
“I’on know why; you done had ‘em for a whole week!”, he teased.
“So the cufk what, ya punk! You betta keep yo’ hands to yo’self! Don’t get cufked up in here!”, she shouted as she tried reaching across the table to hit him with her shopping bag.
“Man, leave Day alone!”, Nokio said as he went over to hug her.
“Thank you boo-boo!”, she giggled, forgetting all about Scola.
“Oh enough already!”, Jazz shouted as he flopped down in a chair to watch television.
“I know right!”, Scola agreed as he strolled over to the sofa to sit down.
Deja walked past Jazz and gently punched him on the shoulder, saying, “Don’t hate!”
“Whateva!”, Jazz replied as he watched her walking past him. He didn’t know Nokio saw him staring at her in her jeans until he was about to turn back around to look at the television. That’s when he saw Nokio staring him down.
“Yo! That’s me, dawg!”, Nokio warned with laughter pounding himself on the chest with his fist.
“My bad, man!”, Jazz laughed as he threw his hands up in a defensive manner.
After Deja came back from the bathroom with the styling supplies she would need to do Scola’s hair, she sat down next to Nokio on the sofa as he flipped through the latest issue of “Slam”. Scola sat on the floor so she could do his hair.
She had been cornrowing his hair for a few minutes when she loudly announced, “I ain’t ‘bout to sit here and watch that isht!”
Jazz stopped at a channel that was playing a booty-shaking Luke music video.
“Nah, man, leave that right there!”, Scola replied with a grin as he enjoyed the gentle treatment of Deja’s hands on his head as well as the view in front of him.
Without warning, Deja grabbed two fistfuls of his hair as if she was about to pull it and leaned his head back on her lap, threatening him with, “Shut yo’ mouf, save some teef!”
He grabbed her foot as if he was about to twist it and laughed sarcastically, “If I were you I wouldn’t try it; ‘specially if you know what’s good for ya!”
“Do you hear him, Noke?!”, Deja asked looking over at Nokio.
Without looking up from his magazine, Nokio chuckled and changed the subject.
“So what yall think ‘bout the game last night between Philly and the ‘Wolves?”
“Quick thinkin’, man!”, Scola laughed as he reached out to give Nokio a pound.
“Oh, I see how you operate! That’s aight though; I’ll go get my other boo, AI, ‘cuz I know he’d fight fo’ my honor when it comes to these foos.”, Deja replied.
“AI, huh?”, Nokio asked in a playful but jealous tone before grabbing her thigh and squeezing it. He knew that was her weak spot.
“Stop!!!”, she squealed. She accidentally pulled one of Scola’s braids that she was working on.
“Ow, girl!!!!” He turned around and hit at her, but the large comb she was using blocked him from landing his hit.
“Ah isht!!!!”, he hissed when the comb came down across his knuckles. He shook his injured hand and blew on it.
“That’s what you get! Now, yall gonna stop this brutality on me!”, she shouted while pointing the comb at both him and Nokio.
“Man…anyway”, Jazz said sucking his teeth. “If AI put his wifey out bucket-naked who prolly ain’t got half the mouf you got, then what the he!! you think he’d do to you?!”
“Hee hee!” Deja had a devilish grin on her face and winked at him. “That ain’t none o’ yo’ bidness!” She went back to braiding Scola’s hair.
“He wouldn’t know how to handle her no way!”, Nokio replied as he got up to go get something to drink. “I’m the only one equipped for that job!”
“T. cufkin’ M. I.!”, Jazz shouted looking up towards the ceiling.
“What you say?!” Nokio turned back around and ran over to Jazz and they proceeded to play wrestle. Scola jumped up to do the refereeing.
Deja just sat on the sofa watching them cut up like little kids. Then to make matters worse, Sisqo and Woody who had been downstairs in the studio working on new material walked in and joined the guys in their fantasy WWE match.
“Oh lawd!”, she thought with a roll of her eyes. When she realized that she could grab the remote, she did and turned to a Lifetime movie.
“Oh he!!z naw!”, Jazz shouted as he jumped up from the floor. “I ain’t lookin’ at THAT isht!”
“Well, I am since yall have nothin’ else betta to do!”, Deja replied. “Besides, if Sco’ wanna roll up in the party tonight with half a head done that’s fine with me!”
“Nah, ma, finish his head with the quickness! His ‘All I Need’ look went out with ’95!”, Sisqo laughed.
For the next few hours, everyone was doing his or her own thing. Deja was almost finished with Scola’s hair and the rest of the guys were taking turns playing video games while Woody slept next to her on the sofa.
Suddenly, The Legend’s voice filled the room as he appeared on the screen.
“Good afternoon! I have some news I thought I’d share with you all!”
“What is it this time?”, Woody asked as he rubbed his eyes and yawned.
“Well, WeStink Records CEO, Think-I-Got-It and his protégé Tha’ Fool are lookin’ for some new talent to add to their record label. Now as we all know, they are notorious for signing untalented artists. Although, they have 2 females, the singer sh*thina and the rapper Choke-some-more, they’re lookin’ for one more female to add to their roster as one of their other female rappers who just happened to be talented, wised up and left. They feel the need to replace her as soon as possible. So just be on the lookout in case they come around this way. A rumor is spreading that they wanna sign you, Deja.”
“Neva that!”, Deja and the guys said in unison.
“I wouldn’t even go out like that!”, Deja shouted with a fiery look on her face as she stood up and folded her arms.
“And we ain’t gonna let you!”, Sisqo reassured her as he walked over to her and placed his arm around her shoulder.
“Well, be prepared to do whatever it takes to keep this from happening.” Then The Legend vanished.
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“Man, I’m tellin’ ya, that female rollin’ with them nas could actually bring somethin’ to your label that’s needed…real talent! You know I used to hang out with them back in the day and I know they wouldn’t have her on their team if she wasn’t hot!” Tha’ Fool was persuading Think-I-Got-It to offer Deja a deal with his label.
Leaning back in his large, black leather chair behind his big marble desk, Think-I-Got-It replied, “You let me be the judge of that Foo’! Now I know a party is bein’ thrown in their honor tonight. Any and everybody is gonna be up in that piece, so what I want’chu to do is go to that party and do whateva is necessary to get her down here so I can take a listen to her.”
“Oh that ain’t no problem ‘Got-It! Besides after I lay my mack down on her cute @$$, she’ll be more than willin’ to do whateva I say!” Tha’ Fool could hardly contain himself.
Pointing his finger at him and chuckling, Think-I-Got-It warned, “Aight now! You betta not let yo’ wifey hear you sayin’ that! You know how she already feels about you and Sh![]()
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Tha’ Fool sucked his teeth and grinned.
“Man, please! She knew she married a Bishop Don Juan graduate when she got me!”
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It’s a Friday afternoon and everyone is getting ready for a party that’s being held in their honor by their city, Tha’ Spot. It would be Tha’ Spot’s way of thanking them for a job well done on putting D-Pimp and his crew away for good.
“Man, where yo’ girl at?! She know she gotta hook my head up so I can look good for the honeys tonight!” Scola shouted at Nokio as he came walking into the rec room to wait on Deja.
When Jazz and Nokio looked up at him they burst out laughing.
“Oh man! Deja betta' come quick!”, Jazz laughed. “This n
a look like he done stuck his finger in a socket!”Scola had went ahead and taken his last set of cornrows out. His hair was sticking straight up and out on his head. He resembled a younger and much sexier Don King, which was a good thing, of course.
“Yeah, well at least I don’t look like a milk dud gone bad!”, Scola said laughing back at Jazz.
“Man, what you talkin’ ‘bout…my stuff is silky smoooooooooth.”, Jazz replied while rubbing the top of his head in one slow motion from front to back with his palm.
After his laughter had ceased, Nokio reassured Scola that Deja was on her way over. She had called him right before she left her place to let him know that she was going to stop at the store down the street to pick up a hat and a pair of earrings to go with her outfit for the party.
The fellas had been joking around for about 15 minutes or so when Deja came walking into the rec room quietly singing.
“You had hoochies ev’ryyyyyyyyy…”. She stopped in her tracks, when she took a look at Scola’s head.
“D
n, I see I have my work cut out fo’ me today.”, she said with a blank stare.“Oh, shut up! Thinkin’ you lookin’ cute juss ‘cuz you got yo’ lil’ cornrows, beads, and isht!”, Scola replied rolling his eyes at her. He admitted to himself that her cornrows were nice though. They were going back on her head in a diagonal pattern and hung down to the middle of her back. But instead of complimenting her, he called her a broke-@$$ Alicia Keys and proceeded to pull one of her braids before running away from her.
“Ow, n
a! My head is still sore!”, Deja shouted as she took off running after him. He separated himself from her with the pool table.“I’on know why; you done had ‘em for a whole week!”, he teased.
“So the cufk what, ya punk! You betta keep yo’ hands to yo’self! Don’t get cufked up in here!”, she shouted as she tried reaching across the table to hit him with her shopping bag.
“Man, leave Day alone!”, Nokio said as he went over to hug her.
“Thank you boo-boo!”, she giggled, forgetting all about Scola.
“Oh enough already!”, Jazz shouted as he flopped down in a chair to watch television.
“I know right!”, Scola agreed as he strolled over to the sofa to sit down.
Deja walked past Jazz and gently punched him on the shoulder, saying, “Don’t hate!”
“Whateva!”, Jazz replied as he watched her walking past him. He didn’t know Nokio saw him staring at her in her jeans until he was about to turn back around to look at the television. That’s when he saw Nokio staring him down.
“Yo! That’s me, dawg!”, Nokio warned with laughter pounding himself on the chest with his fist.
“My bad, man!”, Jazz laughed as he threw his hands up in a defensive manner.
After Deja came back from the bathroom with the styling supplies she would need to do Scola’s hair, she sat down next to Nokio on the sofa as he flipped through the latest issue of “Slam”. Scola sat on the floor so she could do his hair.
She had been cornrowing his hair for a few minutes when she loudly announced, “I ain’t ‘bout to sit here and watch that isht!”
Jazz stopped at a channel that was playing a booty-shaking Luke music video.
“Nah, man, leave that right there!”, Scola replied with a grin as he enjoyed the gentle treatment of Deja’s hands on his head as well as the view in front of him.
Without warning, Deja grabbed two fistfuls of his hair as if she was about to pull it and leaned his head back on her lap, threatening him with, “Shut yo’ mouf, save some teef!”
He grabbed her foot as if he was about to twist it and laughed sarcastically, “If I were you I wouldn’t try it; ‘specially if you know what’s good for ya!”
“Do you hear him, Noke?!”, Deja asked looking over at Nokio.
Without looking up from his magazine, Nokio chuckled and changed the subject.
“So what yall think ‘bout the game last night between Philly and the ‘Wolves?”
“Quick thinkin’, man!”, Scola laughed as he reached out to give Nokio a pound.
“Oh, I see how you operate! That’s aight though; I’ll go get my other boo, AI, ‘cuz I know he’d fight fo’ my honor when it comes to these foos.”, Deja replied.
“AI, huh?”, Nokio asked in a playful but jealous tone before grabbing her thigh and squeezing it. He knew that was her weak spot.
“Stop!!!”, she squealed. She accidentally pulled one of Scola’s braids that she was working on.
“Ow, girl!!!!” He turned around and hit at her, but the large comb she was using blocked him from landing his hit.
“Ah isht!!!!”, he hissed when the comb came down across his knuckles. He shook his injured hand and blew on it.
“That’s what you get! Now, yall gonna stop this brutality on me!”, she shouted while pointing the comb at both him and Nokio.
“Man…anyway”, Jazz said sucking his teeth. “If AI put his wifey out bucket-naked who prolly ain’t got half the mouf you got, then what the he!! you think he’d do to you?!”
“Hee hee!” Deja had a devilish grin on her face and winked at him. “That ain’t none o’ yo’ bidness!” She went back to braiding Scola’s hair.
“He wouldn’t know how to handle her no way!”, Nokio replied as he got up to go get something to drink. “I’m the only one equipped for that job!”
“T. cufkin’ M. I.!”, Jazz shouted looking up towards the ceiling.
“What you say?!” Nokio turned back around and ran over to Jazz and they proceeded to play wrestle. Scola jumped up to do the refereeing.
Deja just sat on the sofa watching them cut up like little kids. Then to make matters worse, Sisqo and Woody who had been downstairs in the studio working on new material walked in and joined the guys in their fantasy WWE match.
“Oh lawd!”, she thought with a roll of her eyes. When she realized that she could grab the remote, she did and turned to a Lifetime movie.
“Oh he!!z naw!”, Jazz shouted as he jumped up from the floor. “I ain’t lookin’ at THAT isht!”
“Well, I am since yall have nothin’ else betta to do!”, Deja replied. “Besides, if Sco’ wanna roll up in the party tonight with half a head done that’s fine with me!”
“Nah, ma, finish his head with the quickness! His ‘All I Need’ look went out with ’95!”, Sisqo laughed.
For the next few hours, everyone was doing his or her own thing. Deja was almost finished with Scola’s hair and the rest of the guys were taking turns playing video games while Woody slept next to her on the sofa.
Suddenly, The Legend’s voice filled the room as he appeared on the screen.
“Good afternoon! I have some news I thought I’d share with you all!”
“What is it this time?”, Woody asked as he rubbed his eyes and yawned.
“Well, WeStink Records CEO, Think-I-Got-It and his protégé Tha’ Fool are lookin’ for some new talent to add to their record label. Now as we all know, they are notorious for signing untalented artists. Although, they have 2 females, the singer sh*thina and the rapper Choke-some-more, they’re lookin’ for one more female to add to their roster as one of their other female rappers who just happened to be talented, wised up and left. They feel the need to replace her as soon as possible. So just be on the lookout in case they come around this way. A rumor is spreading that they wanna sign you, Deja.”
“Neva that!”, Deja and the guys said in unison.
“I wouldn’t even go out like that!”, Deja shouted with a fiery look on her face as she stood up and folded her arms.
“And we ain’t gonna let you!”, Sisqo reassured her as he walked over to her and placed his arm around her shoulder.
“Well, be prepared to do whatever it takes to keep this from happening.” Then The Legend vanished.
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“Man, I’m tellin’ ya, that female rollin’ with them n
as could actually bring somethin’ to your label that’s needed…real talent! You know I used to hang out with them back in the day and I know they wouldn’t have her on their team if she wasn’t hot!” Tha’ Fool was persuading Think-I-Got-It to offer Deja a deal with his label.Leaning back in his large, black leather chair behind his big marble desk, Think-I-Got-It replied, “You let me be the judge of that Foo’! Now I know a party is bein’ thrown in their honor tonight. Any and everybody is gonna be up in that piece, so what I want’chu to do is go to that party and do whateva is necessary to get her down here so I can take a listen to her.”
“Oh that ain’t no problem ‘Got-It! Besides after I lay my mack down on her cute @$$, she’ll be more than willin’ to do whateva I say!” Tha’ Fool could hardly contain himself.
Pointing his finger at him and chuckling, Think-I-Got-It warned, “Aight now! You betta not let yo’ wifey hear you sayin’ that! You know how she already feels about you and Sh
Tha’ Fool sucked his teeth and grinned.
“Man, please! She knew she married a Bishop Don Juan graduate when she got me!”
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