Thugette

The sun had set about two hours prior, and the air had a crisp feel to it. The house in front of them was unoccupied for the night, the residents left an hour beforehand and weren’t expected to return until after midnight. Tyrone and I waited until the coast was clear to advance towards the house.

Ty and I ran with the gang for years while I lived with my grandma, not to mention he was the son of one of my dad’s closest friends, Ty Dolla Sign. He was the one I was closest to and was my best friend, despite our tendancies of getting extremely anger at each other. We did practically everything together, including flocking.

“Bri, your ass better not slow us down once we get in. There’s no going back once we start,” Tyrone spoke with a hint of mockery in his voice. He turned his head back to look over his shoulder, a wide smirk spread out upon his face. Tyrone knew what this did to me, the slight teasing made me tick easily.

“Keep it movin’, Ty. I can handle my own. Do ya shit and imma do mine,” I retorted with confidence. I hiked up the sleeves of my sweatshirt, showing off my tattoos to anyone that was witness to our activity. I pulled my hood over my head and walked past Tyrone, shoving him with my shoulder, glancing back to give him a sly smile in return.

The two of us trudged across the front lawn in secrecy, ducking our hood-covered heads to avoid being identified, “Alright, no more than 10 minutes. Get in, grab shit, get out. Got it?” Ty questioned as he fiddled with the backyard gate. The gate opened with ease, and we followed in after.

I shook her head, focusing my sight on the back door and the task at hand, “Ty, I’m not fucking stupid. This ain’t my first time flocking. Like I said, you do you.” We both slid the door back and inched forward, slowly stepping onto the fresh carpet.

We eventually made it out of the house with some small things, mostly money in racks and jewelry, and some shoes. We really weren’t trying to take much, it wasn’t like I needed the stuff. I mean, my dad sent money every few weeks, so I was well off. But I couldn’t let that come between me, Tyrone, and the rest of the crew, so I flocked anyway.

I left feeling pretty good about myself, as always. We had finished up with one house and the night was still young. Ty wanted me to stay at his place for the night with his older brother, which wasn’t unusual. I hated waking my grandma up when I’d come back, so it was easier just to spend the night with Ty. Plus, there were a lot of stuff I couldn’t do at home around my grandma: smoke, drink, fuck, you know.

“Aye Ty, I’mma chill in here for a little bit ‘fore we head out again,” I told him as I poked my head out of his room with a warm smile. I pulled the hoodie I had on over my head, revealing the tight-fitted crop top underneath it. I tugged down on the edge of the fabric slightly before I laid down on Ty’s bed, scrolling through my phone for a little bit. 

I heard footsteps progressively getting louder as they approached the door, followed by a knock at the door, “Hope ya decent, I’m comin’ in.” It was Tyrone with some food in his hand.

I giggled softly, turning onto my side slightly, “Why you asking permission to come into ya own room? Join me,” I lighted patted a spot on the bed next to me while he walked over. I locked my phone and laid down on my back, reaching into his bag to grab some snacks, smirking a little at him, “Thanks b.”

“You lucky I like you, slime. Ion let other niggas touch my food,” he replied.

“I know, but I do what I want anyway. And my looks help too,” I stated with a small grin on my face. I mean, I wasn’t wrong. There were a lot of things you could get by using a face and body like mine: free food, clothes, discounts on stuff, even favors.

“Man, we not ‘bout to do this. You bout alright as fuck, and that’s it.”

“Hmph. Don’t even front like that, Ty,” I gave him a little bit of a playful pout before I turned away from him, crossing my arms over my chest.

I could hear Ty smack his lips from behind me. He always did when something didn’t go his way, “I’m just playin’, damn,” I tried my best to stifle my laugh from him, biting down on my bottom lip a little. He placed his hand on the exposed part of my abdomen, running it across my body to the other side, wrapping his arm around me, “Bri, look at me.“ Shaking my head, I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see Ty’s head hovering close to my neck. “Now Bri, I know and you know that ya lil stubborn ass ain’t mean that. Imma give you one more chance to stop acting up and turn around.”

I furrowed my brows at his statement, “Excuse me? You ain’t gon’ do shit either way, so miss me with that.” Calling me stubborn was one thing, I already knew I was stubborn as hell, it’s a family thing. But making empty threats was another, playful or not. I rotated my body to face his, dropping my arms down, “What do you want, Ty?”

“Briana, don’t test me ‘fore you make me do some shit imma regret,” he spat out quickly.

I inched my face close to his, speaking slowly through my teeth, “You ain’t gon’ do shit, Tyrone.. now fuck out my face and let me go.” I pressed my hands up against his chest to push away from him, but he only tightened his hold and wrapped his other arm around my waist.

I gazed at his eyes and could tell that his current emotions matched up with mine. There was more than just anger between us, there was something hidden below the surface. Passion. As our eyes locked, I felt my body begin to ease up while the tension from before was slowly starting to dissipate. I bite down on my bottom lip again, but this time for a different reason. Tyrone licked over his own pair, darting his eyes down to mine.

It wasn’t until then that I noticed how close we were to each other, physically, that is. My body was practically laying right on his, and Ty’s hands were resting on the borderline between my lower back and ass, but I didn’t mind at this point.

“You know what, forget it. We don’t have to go out tonight.. Pharoah’s leaving in a little bit, and we’ll have the place to ourselves..” Ty spoke, his voice softening up slightly.

I brought my arms up and placed them around his neck, bringing my body even closer to him, “That’s not such a bad idea, I mean, we’re already pretty comfortable here..”

And then the unexpected happened; Ty kissed me. We were laying in silence just looking at each other when out of nowhere his head lowered down to mine and our lips meshed together. Of course I was taken aback at first, but was soon overwhelmed by other feelings, physical and emotional. Hands were roaming around, touching and groping anything and everything. Our movements on the bed became very rough and erratic, much like ourselves.

I reached my hand out, feeling around for the one blanket left on the bed. Once I touched the soft material, I gripped it and threw it over Ty and I, covering us while we made up with each other…

We were a very fucked up pair, but that’s what made us work. We were fucked up partners in crime that were a force when we were together; Ty and I were unstoppable with each other. I guess you could say we moved like we were like 2 of America’s Most Wanted..