and my finale feels made me finish it


It’s finally finished! I’ve been working on this for a week and I’ve loved every second of it.
I needed a good excuse to really get the hang of Clip Studio Paint and I wanted to make a big background-heavy piece again. This setting worked perfectly for that.

I recently saw this video by @hewhois and I got instantly inspired. It made me want to draw a modern male witch in his private den. I loved the peace and comfort that the video emitted and I did my very best to create a similar feeling. It’s so difficult to capture a very specific mood, but I hope I succeeded!

Lockers - Peter Parker

request -  hey, welcome to tumblr ! great username XD i was wondering if you could do a scenario where the reader was in the elevator then as spiderman pulls her up, she recognizes his voice then the next day, she confronts peter in at school, in an empty classroom and says she knows who he is and then hugs him out of nowhere and so much fluff ugh. thank you and i wish you the best with the blog !

a/n - i went through many different plots/settings with this fic so it took a while but, writing this was really fun. it sort of become rly super duper long so i apologize for that LOL and hopefully the fluff isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

The elevator began to shake even more, dropping one more time before I felt as if our fate was waiting for us down at the bottom floor. The broken glass made it hard to stand up, but what was even worse was that I was the only one left in the doomed elevator.

“Grab onto my hand!” The officer shouted at me, extending his arm to be the best way he could. I tried to desperately to reach it, but I couldn’t. The mix of adrenaline and fear had struck my body to the max.

“Sir, I-I can’t.” I cried, my heart breaking even more. Just then, the elevator went down another foot, and I felt my back press up against the tarnished wall. All I could hear was the harsh beat of my heart and the yells for help from the people up top.

“(Y/N) please! Try again!” I heard Liz yell from above. The situation had become to surreal to me that I almost became numb to it, with what could happen in a matter of seconds not scaring me as much as it should be.

Before I could register anything else, the sound of glass breaking snapped me back into reality. But surprisingly, it wasn’t from the elevator.

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When I started my first tumblr blog, one of the very first things I posted was this set of avatar posters. They kind of exploded, racking up 10k notes within a few days. Needless to say it was thrilling for 15 year old me, having barely just started drawing seriously.

Unfortunately they pretty much defined my old blog, which was a big reason for me to let it go and start fresh here. For the most part I was content leaving them behind me. But especially this summer, I couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t a good example of my current skill as an artist, so naturally I had to remedy that!

I finished the sketches about a month ago, and finally found time to sit down and finish painting all of them, in this final week before school. I also made them available to buy on my society6 store - check it out.

Please (don’t delete my comment) and enjoy them!

Hatefuck C.H.

This imagine is based on this song

You can read part 2 here

Trigger Warning: it contains smut and swearing 

Word count: 2,5k+

A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.  


That was the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.

Numbness came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears, but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.

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TDA Characters as Things My Friends Have Said/Done

Emma: *almost burns down the cabin while trying to turn on the fireplace*  “DON’T BLAME ME!! I’VE NEVER MADE A FIRE BEFORE!!

Julian: *is trying to finish an art assignment due the next day*  “I can feel my eye bags multiplying by the second*

Mark: *bumps into a sandbag*  “Oh I’m sorry

Cristina: “weed is the devils lettuce”

Kieran: *goes into a daze and instead of going to class, just walks around the football field for 20 minutes*

Ty: *ignores studying for finals in order to finish a book they started*

Livvy: “B**ch if you don’t apologize, I will whoop your a$$

Kit: *shady smirk* “don’t worry…I know a guy

Dru: *overhears a popular girl talking to her friends about getting a custom fit bra from Victoria’s Secret*  “ha no wonder why she needs a custom bra…there’s nothing there

Tavvy: *draws hand turkeys in science class*

Arthur:  “every day that passes is just one step closer to the sweet release of death

Annabel: Ugh why am I still alive?

Zara: *passes a dumpster* “I’m home

Eternal Love (Tom x Reader)

Request from anon: Can you do a TomxF!Reader imagine where they’ve been together since they were young & they’re at the final HP Deathly Hallows part 2 premiere and she is also in HP,apart of trio, and while she does her speech with the the trio,Tom proposes to her? ❤

Ahhhhh!!! I love this idea! Thank you so much for requesting anon! *If my schedule has worked correct, it should be Friday atm*

Originally posted by k2sodone

This was it; in a few moments, you’d be sealing what had been the greatest adventure of your entire life; Harry Potter had brought you love, eternal friendship and so much happiness. You looked at yourself in the mirror, still feeling the same nerves you felt ten years ago when you were turning up to the Philosopher’s Stone premiere - now here at the Deathly Hallows Part 2 premiere, you quarrelled on how quickly time flied. You still recognised yourself yet you had matured - you had experienced so much and you were so lucky.

Practicing your mantra in an attempt to control your breathing, you took a breath for seven seconds, held it for five and exhaled for six. “Having fun?” You heard an all too familiar voice chime from behind you. You turn around, spotting Tom stood leaning against the doorway. “I’m so nervous.” You declare, walking over to him to give him a peck on the lips. “You look ravishing.” Tom comments looking you up and down with a smirk. You were wearing a navy full length dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. He was wearing a navy suit (which just so happened to be the same shade) and his hair was tousled just the way you like it. “So do you.” You replied in an oddly surprised tone. Tom hadn’t really bothered with the previous premieres, even turning up in jeans and a t-shirt to the last one. “You sound so surprised, love.” He chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I am, I didn’t think they’d make you look this sexy. Now I have to compete with all the other girls.” You chime, reaching up to peck his lips once again. “You’re not competing, Y/N, I’m already your boyfriend. Besides, you look amazing, should I be worried about any man trying to steal you away?” Tom asks with a grin on his face. You shake your head. “Of course not.” 

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Moon of Fire Part iii (Sastiel Sequel)

Massive credits to Marie Rutkoski, who wrote The Winner’s Curse, for part of the inspiration of the ending! We are 3/5 of the way through, and today, you get the Sastiel reunion!

If you haven’t read A Court of Fire and Dreams:
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Moon of Fire:
Part i, Part ii, Part iii, Part iv, Part v


Seraphine’s eyes fluttered open.
The trees above her swayed in the wind, the sun already set high in the sky.
She was pleasantly warm, laying on her side wrapped in a thick midnight blue cloak, it’s scent so comforting, so familiar that it almost felt like a dream.
But it wasn’t a dream.
Seraphine was out of the mines, she was safe, she was free.
She twisted, running her fingers between Fen’s thick fur.
Kastiel came back for her. He had saved—
Seraphine sat up at the sound of movement near her.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
The fae in front of her didn’t look familiar. He was tall, crowned with dark hair and dark skin. He seemed a little surprised at her voice, the expression sitting unusually on his beautiful, elegant face.
“I’m Azriel,” he says, dropping a log of wood on top of a stack near his feet. “Kastiel’s uncle.”
Seraphine studied Azriel.
He wore black leathers, with blue jewels adorning different parts of his body. Nothing about him seemed even remotely similar to what Kastiel looked like. Except for the wings. Though Azriel’s was noticeably wider and grander in size.
“Azriel?” she asked slowly, dragging out all the syllables of his name, “And… Kastiel?”
Seraphine was awarded with a breathtaking smile from Azriel, and she sensed, in a way she only could, how rare this smile was.
“I like to say that he was named after me,” he said thoughtfully, arranging the logs on the ground to form a makeshift campfire. “Though Cassian would say otherwise.”
Seraphine stared at the pile of logs, before looking around at her surroundings.
“He’s by the stream,” Azriel points out. “He’s been worried about you, and he’ll be glad you’re awake.”
“Thank you,” she replies.
“Seraphine,” he says before she could leave, “are you alright?”
She meets his hazel eyes. “I’m fine.”
Azriel gives her a small nod in reply, as if he knew, exactly how she was feeling—that she bore no visible scars, but the hurt ran deeper than skin and bones. “Could you please?” he asks, gesturing to the unlit campfire.
Seraphine ignited it with a brush of her hand.

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Taken [Chapter 7]


Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.

PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10

“This is bad. This is very, very bad.” Chen mumbles repeatedly as he treads back and forth while biting his nails. “Hyung, do you think they’ll do anything to her?”

“Can’t say for sure.” Xiumin says through pursed lips, leaning against the wall with arms crossed tightly over his chest.

Chen continues to mumble incoherently with worry.

“Stop, you’re making me nervous.” Sehun tells him with furrowed brows and Chen snaps at him.

“I’m just worried.”

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karendavidofficial It was only befitting to finish on the last day of filming Season 6, at 10am the next morning, with the wonderful, kind and beautiful, Ginny. My first day on set back in early August last year, was with this lady, and she welcomed me with open arms, and made me feel so at home with the whole gang. I just adore her and am grateful to have worked with such an amazing human being. 💙🙌🏽 😘 @onceabcofficial  (x)

On Love: Acceptance
On Love: Acceptance

Contains: breathing and my poor baby crying towards the end (it’s not sad I promise Nikolai does not die)

Yuri had been wanting to tell his grandpa for a while that he had feelings towards Otabek. Finally, after dating him for a few months, he decides to tell Nikolai the truth. 

A/N: I just realised this was meant to be awkward, but I made it just super sweet instead. Ooops. Anyways, I’m finishing up the last few requests in my inbox and I should be done with them by the end of the week! If you have a request on what you would like me to do, please look here for information about my commissions! Thank you so much for listening and I hope you enjoy it!!


I made a BBRAE Animation thing. ;v;’’’ It’s been in my folders for months, so I finally rendered it. It’s unfinished, but maybe the support will motivate me to finish. ^^; I hope you all like it! Please like it on youtube, and share and comment if you feel inclined! It helps a lot! Arigatou ;v; 

About: Raven cannot face her emotions and her love for Beastboy..She cannot deny it any longer, but she must make a choice: To fall completely for him, or run away from her affections. She may try to run, but memories don’t easily leave, and feelings this strong cannot simply be erased.


Description: Tony gets a little distracted from his work

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: as freakin always, smut, like kind of dom!tony for a little bit there

A/n: I’m imagining this taking place at Tony’s home in Malibu before it got all blown up bc I had an Iron Man movie marathon last night and now I wanna live in that house. Also you can credit the title to Distraction by Kehlani cause I’ve been non-stop listening to it

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

“Y/N, what are you doing down here?” Tony sighed out, exasperated.

“I could as you the same thing. It’s one in the morning, Tony.”

He shrugged. You walked over to him as he tinkered with something, wrapping your arms around his waist. You pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“You’re distracting me, dear.” 

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Harry clenched his teeth. It wasn’t even past afternoon, yet he was already buzzed and angry.

“Who cares?! Weren’t you the one who told me that it was alright since you were making money anyway?!”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Potter! You are the worst patron that this bar has ever had!”

“You’re the worst bartender that this bar’s ever had!”

“Shut up!”

“No, you!”

“No, you!”

“Why do you always need to have the last word?!”

Draco was wiping the bottom of a bottle of liquor but stopped abruptly to shoot a rather unkind look in Harry’s direction. “Why, does that bother you?”, he snapped as he slammed the bottle down. The clear liquid inside sloshed angrily within its confines, much like Draco’s blood, which seemed to be boiling under his skin as he rounded the barrier between him and the prat that just wouldn’t leave.

They were nearly nose-to-nose, with Harry smelling like alcohol and Draco feeling hot with tension that could all but withhold itself, until Harry smirked.

And it was at that moment that the stretchy tension that connected Draco’s mind to his heart lost its elasticity and snapped like a rubber band.

“Yes,” he said lowly. Harry was not going to win. “I do need to have the last word. Would you like another word from me? Leave.

“Fucking hell, Draco! Can you stop being so infuriating for at least one solid minute?” Harry grabbed a fist of Draco’s collar and pinned him against the wall. He never intended to fight, but that ferrety git was so bloody enraging that it boiled his blood. Harry was ready to throw a punch – but suddenly, all Harry could focus on was Draco’s jaw. That perfectly sharp, defined jaw. And his neck. It took every bit of Harry’s rationality to not lick his jaw nor his neck, both of which made his knees feel weak. The things Draco did to him, that git.

“Scared, Potter? Draco’s voice was a bit shaky, betraying his smug look.

“You wish, Malfoy. You wish.

so this is a snippet from my wip collab with @somnumdraconi. do tell me what you think? and tell us if you wanna be tagged when we finally finish this and post it? idk idk feedback maybe? pls?

Chris’ Writings

Chris’ AO3

My AO3


Summary: Shawn and yourself are best friends at University. 

Word Count: 6,052

A/U: So I do already have another 3K words written so chill. Still no idea what I’m doing here. 

Your name: submit What is this?

“Fuck,” Shawn muttered on my bare shoulder. “Why can’t I fucking get that right!”

Still breathless I was unfazed by what Shawn was referring to.

“What?” I said through my spacey mind.

That. I can’t keep myself together long enough.” His voice told me he was upset with himself.

Turning my head I found a head full of messy brown curls. He was upset because he came before me again, it was the fifth time now.

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Help Me Get The Girl Part 4 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,458

Warnings: Language. Talk about sex.

A/N: So this took me like 500 years to write and post.  I truly apologize about the delays in writing this.  I have been super busy this past week.  This part is a big turning point in the series ;) Hope you enjoy it!

Your POV:

As badly as I wanted to avoid Grayson like the plague, I couldn’t be that person.  I couldn’t be the person that ran away and hid in the shadows, waiting for the sun to find me.  After we finished swimming, we hiked back to his place where we relaxed for a bit before I finally made my way home.

               The whole drive home my mind was foggy, my thoughts slamming into each other making it nearly impossible for me to sort out what I was feeling.  Now, here I was walking next to Grace in the hall, not paying attention to a single thing she was saying because I was still confused by what had happened.

               “Have you even been listening to me?” Grace’s voice brought be back to reality just in time to avoid an incoming jock who also wasn’t paying attention to where he was going.  Our shoulders still managed to collide, causing me to instinctively rub the aching area.

               “Yeah,” I absent mindedly responded.  My eyes caught sight of Ethan who was walking our way, his eyes locked on mine and his small smile building into a beam.  “Are we still on for tonight?” I asked Grace, my eyes still on Ethan.

               She let out a deep sigh, “Yeah, but please be mentally present when you come over.  You’re being hella weird right now.”

               “Mhm…” I hummed, walking away without another word.

               “Okay, I’ll see you in the lunch room in a little bit. I can tell that I’m not needed for whatever is about to happen.” She said sarcastically.

               She continued to walk past me as I came to a pause, waiting for Ethan to reach me.  I expected him to say something, but he didn’t.  His hand came up, pushing a hair out of my face and behind my ear. His eyes were pleading, begging for my help but I wasn’t sure why.  He cleared his throat, his head nodding back in a way to signal for me to look. Slightly leaning to the side, I scanned through the hall.  My eyes finally landed on the issue.

               Corrin Pearson.

               Corrin had always had a crush on Ethan.  In her eyes, he was unattainable to everyone but her. Most guys would pounce all over her if given the chance, but neither Ethan nor Grayson gave her a second glance. I had to give her credit though—she had dedication and she hadn’t given up.  I remember her crushing on him before he and I had even become friends.

               “I’m going to kiss you,” Ethan explained.  “You’re going to kiss me back.  She is going to get mad, but I know it’s nothing you can’t handle.” And with that he cupped my face with his hands and gently placed his lips on mine.  My eyes shot open, he hadn’t given me enough time to process what he had said, but I was smart enough to respond, my hands moving to rest on his sides.

               Ethan pulled away after a few seconds, pecking me one more time, his hands taking their time to slide off my cheeks and to his side.  Behind him, Corrin was frozen solid, her jaw dropped to the floor.  Her eyes narrowed in on mine, her fists clenching.  Neither of us would break eye contact, it was the stare down of the year.  I wasn’t about to lose.

               “DOLAN!  Y/L/N! Please just give us all a break for one day.  One day is all I ask.” Mr. Stephens complained, his head falling back against his classroom door.  Both Ethan and I laughed in unison.  The amount of times we got in trouble with Mr. Stephens a week was indescribable.  Mr. Stephens rolled his eyes, returning to his classroom.  This caused Ethan and I to laugh even harder, him bending over, arms wrapped around his stomach.  

               “Yeah, because making out in the hall is so funny.” A voice growled next to us.  Our laughter came to an abrupt halt as soon as Grayson spoke.  “Why would you guys even think that’s funny.  Some of us would rather not watch softcore porn in the hall.” His tone was deep and angry.  This was not the Grayson I was used to seeing each day.

               “Woah man, we didn’t make out!” Ethan put his hands up in defense.  “Crazy Corrin was trying to get me to go on a date with her, like usual, and I just wanted to put an end to it!  Why are you so mad?” He retorted.

               Grayson rolled his eyes, “I’m not mad.  I just think that it’s a bit unnecessary to do that in the hall.  We’re in school, c’mon.”

               “Okay, but Y/n and I do shit like that all the time. I don’t see why you’re mad now.” Ethan continued the argument.  Sometimes I wish he would just give it up and move on.  But, he was always one to have the last word whether you liked it or not. Everything was a challenge to Ethan.

               “So, you’re going to tell me that you kiss in public regularly?  Bullshit.” Grayson raised his voice.

               “Holy crap you two!  Cool it!  Especially you, Grayson!  What’s your deal?” I finally snapped.  It wasn’t like us as a group to argue.  Gray and E may argue behind the scenes, but they never really did it in front of me. And, usually when they argue, it’s Ethan doing most of the talking and Grayson brushing off everything he says.

               “Whatever.” Grayson murmured.  “Let’s just go to lunch.” Ethan and I exchanged glances before following behind him.  We kept our distance the whole way.  Honestly, we kept our distance the rest of the day because his attitude never let up.

               Let me just say this… boys when they’re mad is worse than I have ever been while on my period.


               Right when Grace and I entered her bedroom, I dropped my bag on the floor and launched my body onto her bed.  I crawled under her covers, folded the pillow under my head, and allowed myself to relax even though I didn’t need to.  Ethan gave Theo a ride home and I had no homework. My worries were no more and I just wanted to lounge around.

               “Get out of my bed!” Grace demanded.  I faked a snore, ignoring her.  “Honestly, you do this each time you come over.” I could hear her shuffling closer to me.  She shoved my shoulder repeatedly, but was not successful.  My snoring only grew louder.  “Get up!” she shouted.

               My body rolled off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thud.  A groan escaped my lips but was over powered by the sound of Grace’s laughter.  I soon joined her, pushing myself up from the ground and into a crisscross position next to her bed.  

               “So, how have you been?” Grace asked, sitting on the floor with me.

               I smiled, unsure of why she was asking this question.  “What do you mean?  We see each other almost every day.” I let out a small chuckle.

               She shrugged, “We see each other at school, Y/n. We haven’t hung out outside of school in a couple weeks.  You always seem to be with Grayson!”

               She was right.  I had focused all my time on helping Grayson earn her attention that I had put our friendship on the back burner.  Grace and I had been inseparable for years and it wasn’t normal for us to spend this much time apart.  Guilt washed over my face when I noticed the unavoidable pain in her eyes.  We were really all each other had.  

               Grace and I were each other’s only friend growing up. People made fun of Grace because her family couldn’t afford new clothes, she wore oversized glasses, and her older sister was notorious for causing trouble around town.  I was the only one who wouldn’t desert her.  I was the only one to stay by her side.  Little did people know, Grace’s father would work his way up in a small business that would eventually boom and he would become a top CEO after taking the business over.

               Once all of that happened, Grace’s appearance totally changed, her sister’s anger had subsided, and their family had become stabilized.  Grace had always been beautiful, that beauty was just hidden beneath all her pain. But now she exuded confidence and each day she was radiant.  The boys ogled over her and the girls wanted to be her.  But the best thing about Grace was that she didn’t care about all of that.  She was focused on family, academics, and friends.  And lately, I hadn’t been a good friend.

               “I’m sorry, Grace.  Gray and I have just been working on something together.  I sort of let it consume my time and that wasn’t fair to you.  I promise it wasn’t intentional.” I explained.

               “It’s okay!  It’s okay!  I was just afraid that we were drifting apart and I don’t want that, Y/n.” she smiled, taking my hands in hers.  “Just don’t leave me behind like that ever again!  I mean I love Ethan and everything, but man can that boy talk. Also, he always wants to do the WEIRDEST things.  You and Gray left us in the dust!”

               My smile stretched from ear to ear, “I promise I won’t leave you in the dust ever again.” We locked pinkies, “And yeah E is an oddball, but that’s what makes him so lovable!”

               “Do you like him?” Grace wiggled her eyebrows as she unclasped our pinkies.  “I heard about your make-out session in the hall!  Why didn’t you tell me?” she gave me a look of disappointment mixed with mischief.

               I stuck my tongue out, “No.  No, no, no.  Ethan is my best friend!” Grace raised her eyebrows, “He’s my second-best friend,” I corrected, “He kissed me to get Corrin off his ass.  She’s like a leech; she just won’t let go.”

               “Sure…” she drug out her words, indicating that there was more to the situation.

               “I’m not lying!  Me and Ethan dating is a no go.” I clarified, waving me hands in the air. “A no go!” I reiterated.  

               “Okay, okay!  But, pull a stunt like that again and I really won’t believe you.” She warned, standing up.  I mimicked her actions, following her to her closet.  “Help me choose something to wear to my daddy’s business dinner tomorrow night.”

               I started to sift through her clothes hanging in her oversized walk-in closet.  I swear she has enough clothes to wear a different outfit each day for a year without repeating one.  I never complained though because she let me borrow whatever I wanted from her whether it was new or one of her favorite pieces.

               The talk of our friendship and how weird Ethan is had distracted me from something I had promised to do.  I had promised Grayson that I would talk to Grace about him. I was reluctant to because I had just talked to Grace about focusing more on our friendship, and here I was getting ready to bring up Grayson.  Whether I wanted to do it or not, I had to keep up my end of the deal.  This all better work out in the end.

               “What do you think about Grayson.” I blurted out, trying my best to act casual about it.

“Grayson?  What do you mean what do I think about him?” she said as she continued to pull dresses from the rack.  She held out a pink fitted dress with a lace pattern on it.  I shook my head no and she immediately returned it to its place.

“Well, you two always seem to be hitting it off.  Are you interested in him at all?” I pulled that out of my ass. Grayson was trying to make it so that they would ‘hit it off’ but he had yet to achieve that goal.

She snickered, “I’ve never really thought of Gray that way.  Are you sure you aren’t just asking me because I asked if you like Ethan?” she challenged me.

“No!  I really think you two would be good together!” I defended.  I wasn’t sure that I really believed what I had said. Did I really want them to be together?

She stopped what she was doing and gave me her full attention, “Grayson and I, huh?” she tapped her chin, “I don’t know.  Guess it never really came across my mind.  He is super sweet and really cute, but I feel like we are too good of friends to ever really be anything else.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it.” I sang.

“Just like you knocked Ethan?”

My eyes widened to the size of tennis balls, heat rising to the surface of my cheeks.  “I never should have told you about that.” I shook my head.

She roared with laughter, “Okay, but all jokes aside.  Do you really think Gray and I would be good together?” she genuinely seemed interested.  I wanted to scream ‘NO’ but I couldn’t.  I wouldn’t. To me, my friend’s feelings come before mine and if I were to say anything like that, I would potentially hurt Grace’s feelings and would truly hurt Grayson’s.

“Yeah.” I said using a light tone.

She smiled a childish grin, “Maybe…”


“So, what did she say?” Grayson’s eager voice asked through the phone.  He had been texting me all evening waiting for me to respond about my conversation with Grace.  

“I’m not answering you until you apologize for your ridiculous outburst earlier today.” I told him, packing up my backpack for the next day as my phone rested between my jaw and shoulder.

He sighed through the line, “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry that you and Ethan chose to make-out in the hall like idiots.”

“WE DIDN’T MAKE-OUT!” I shouted nearly dropping my phone.

“You did!  It was disturbing!”

“Whatever.” I grunted.  “Either way you had no right to be mad about it.”

He let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Ethan just needs keep his distance from… never mind. How about we just talk about it tomorrow, yeah?” he cut our conversation short.  Well this went from 0 to 100 real quick.  I didn’t know asking for an apology would upset him this much.

“Sure…” I responded quietly.

“Okay.” He was almost in a whisper now.  “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” I matched his tone.  He hung up, leaving me confused yet again.

I sat on my bed, my phone still in my hand, eyebrows furrowed in thought.  I wanted to call him back and ask him what’s wrong.  But I didn’t. Instead, I called Ethan, and cried… not knowing what I was crying about.

And he listened to me.  He always listens.


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Reign Supreme Chapter 2

Y’all ready for chapter 2? I know what y’all thinking “Why you giving us more Roman?” Because I can and I want you all to be addicted to my writing! Lol anyways here is chapter 2!

Synopsis: Shae decides she is better off moving on from her one sided affection towards roman… But is it really one sided. Does Roman really not know who she is or is he well aware? Does he want her the same way she wants him? All these questions and more will be answered on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z! LOL JUST KIDDING! 

Warnings: Light but INTENSE SMUT! Also Intense and dominate Ro ;). Naughty thoughts. 

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RAW was going live in less than 30 minutes. Everyone backstage was running around putting the finish touches on costumes and ring gear. Makeup was being fine tuned and props were being secured and placed.

I was currently heading back to the trainers room. Earlier I ended up meeting with Hunter again while wandering around backstage. I asked him if I can remain in the trainer’s room with the team instead of having my own work space. It made me feel apart of the team and plus that way I could help my team with things that needed to be done. He agreed and decided that he would get that part of the contract taken out before I signed it. He also let me know that tomorrow he would like for me to meet with him and Stephanie to sign my new contract. I agree and head back.

As I’m walking can’t help but feel a bit down. I’m still a bit hurt about the Roman situation. But how can I be upset over it? He doesn’t know me. And I don’t know him, ONLY of him. And I was expecting him to be happy for me?

That is so selfish. I can’t expect something like that from someone who doesn’t even know who I am. That’s like wanting the president to acknowledge you voting for them and you’re only one of billions who did so. I wasn’t his girl I was just an obsessive fan. Which I’m  quite sure he has plenty of.

When I return to the room I prep for the night and take inventory of the supplies and tools. Minutes later I hear the opening pyro go off and the crowd go crazy. It’s shaking the room I’m currently in. I smile to myself. Tonights crowd is going to be a crazy one.

The shows starting. As if on cue Seth Rollins walks in along with Enzo and Cass.

I smile and them and welcome them. Zo walks up and kisses my cheek and then Cass ruffles my hair. Seth squeezes my shoulder as he passes.

“Hi Seth. What’s up Zo? Cass stop messing up my hair. Just because you’re 7 feet doesn’t mean I won’t cripple your ass.”

Cass chuckles and sits on the table while Zo sits in the chair next to my table and puts his wrists out. I start to tape them while I ask him to flex his fingers and tell me if it was uncomfortable. I don’t wanna cut off circulation to his wrists.

Seth leans against the wall and looks at me. “So we heard you’re the new head trainer. Congrats.”

I smile up at him then go back to Zo’s wrists. “Thank you Seth. I wasn’t expecting it but I’m happy for it. I shows how hard I’ve been working is being noticed and appreciated.”

Cass chuckles and says something along the lines of “If my life has to be in your hands I don’t wanna be on your bad side.”

I pause what I’m doing and look up at cass with a smirk. “Don’t worry Cass. I won’t let you die… too quickly. I’ll make you suffer before I let you pass. Keep that mind the next time you mess with my hair.”

*****Later that night*****

I’m currently sitting in catering with Emma, Bayley and Finn talking about absolutely nothing and everything.

As we’re talking I notice Nia walking in with Roman. She finds me and winks. She turns and says something to Roman and he shrugs his shoulders. She says something once more then walks off towards me. My eyes linger on him for a few more seconds before I reluctantly turn my head and focus on Nia. She comes over to our table and sits down. She greets everyone. And turns towards me with a smile.

“Hi guys. What are y'all talking about?”

Finn answers while on his phone. “Were just talking ‘bout nothin’ at all.”

Nia looks at me and winks. “So Shae are you up for some fun tonight?”

I look at Nia warily. “What kind of fun?”

“So I was thinking of going out with some people and dancing. Plus we can celebrate your promotion.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“I don’t know. I have to be up to meet Hunter early. I’m signing my contract tomorrow morning.”

“Oh well let’s plan it for this weekend instead. We’re going to be off the road for a few days and Naomi, Jon and Josh can come too.”

I perk up at this and beam at Nia. Naomi is my other best friend besides Nia. She’s married to Jimmy Uso. And Jimmy and Jay happen to be Nia and Romans cousins.

“YAY! Okay this weekend we will celebrate. I can’t wait to see my loves.” She smiles and shakes her head. She knows I’m a sucker for some Naomi.

“Good. I’ll let Roman know what the plan is.”

The smile immediately drops from my face.

Nia takes notice and places a hand on my shoulder. Emma looks at me and Bayley leans forward looking worried. Finn places his phone on the table and folds his arms over his chest. Looking at me as well.

I finally speak. “Uh well I don’t think I want him there. I won’t be able to handle him being there or anywhere near me right now.”

Nia looks appalled I said that. “WHAT!? Why? What happened? You were in love with him earlier today.”

I give Nia the death stare. I don’t know why I feel so defensive at that moment. Everyone at the table knows how I feel about him. I stare at them all for a moment before I lower my head and run my right index finger over the table making patterns.

“Well I think it’s selfish to want him to care about me when he doesn’t even know who I am. It’s selfish to want him so badly. It’s a pipe dream… Wanting him to want me. We’ve never spoken to each other before and I thought I’d get a reaction out of him when Hunter said I was being promoted and didn’t. It made me realize this is a one sided affection. And I can’t keep going on like this. So I’m going to move on. Focus on work for now.”

They just looked at me.

Finn speaks in a calm voice while looking at me. “Ya know dat isn’t gonna work. You’ll be right back to pining’ over him tomorrow, especially if he comes around you. You can’t just dismiss your feelings love.”

I look at Finn dead in his eyes. “I won’t know unless I try. I just feel selfish for wanting him to act like my man and he isn’t.” I stand up and stretch. I smile at everyone and start to walk away.

“I gotta get back to the trainer’s room. I’ll see you guys later.” And with that I walk off.

When I arrive at the trainer’s room I walk in and sit at my desk. I start to look through the inventory sheets I have. I need to add some things for next week’s shows. I have to make sure the crew has everything they need and then some since I’ll be off the road for 5 days. Also I need to send out a text to my team about the meeting we’re having tomorrow morning about my time off and my new position. I get up and turn to my bag to grab my phone and I immediately freeze at what I see in front of me.

Roman is sitting on the table with his bright grey eyes focused on me. I just stare at him for a few seconds before I remember I’m supposed to be moving on from this. I clear my throat and speak.

“Uh Roman I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you there. Is there something you need?”

He just stares at me for a few moments before slowly getting up and walking towards me. His eyes are trained squarely on me. I feel like a deer caught in headlights. I take a step back while my eyes are still locked on his. I can’t look away even if I wanted to. All I think about is how he’s looking at me finally. He takes step towards me and I take a step back each time he comes towards me.

Suddenly my butt hits my desk and I know I can’t go any farther. He smirks and closes the distance between us.

Its at this moment I take notice of our height difference. Hes 6’3 and im 5’4. I come right to his chest. I don’t know why but at this moment I picture him picking me up and pushing me against the nearest wall as he takes my lips in a heated kiss. His hands roaming over my ass squeezing and groping. My hands running from his broad and wide shoulders up to his thick neck and tracing his handsome face, and finally gripping those long and soft locks. Him breaking away and looking at me while breathing hard. Me looking at him with half lidded eyes and breathing hard. Him giving me that signature smirk and…

I’m snapped out of my trace by his husky chuckle. “Baby girl I can practically hear you thinking. And trust me I want to do more than just stand here. Maybe I should bend you over this desk and shove my cock into that pretty pussy. Would you like that? Hmm?”

His voice. It’s so deep and husky. It caresses my skin and makes me melt on the spot. I can feel my panties become soaked and it only turns me on more. I manage to nod my head since words have failed me at this moment. He places a finger under my chin and lifts my chin so that I have to look up at him.

When I look up I just stare. He’s so sexy. Staring down at me his hair is like veil around us. He smells so good. Like fresh rain and sweat. I wonder what he’d taste like. Maybe I should lick him to find out.

His lips are so full. They look so soft. I want them on me. Everywhere. I finally look into those eyes. I can feel myself get lost in them and I want that. I want to lose myself to him. To give him everything I am. I want to submit myself to him and then some.

I’ve never felt this way about anyone. But with him it feels so right. It feels good to just give. To submit my body and soul to him. I want him to claim me. I just want him on and inside of me.

He’s looking back at me with equal interest. If you can call it that. He’s looking back at me with the eyes of a man who’s found what he wants… Wants to fuck. To break. To claim.

He licks his lips and speaks in a husky voice. “So… You want to move on from caring about me? You want to forget me?” He chuckles at that and leans down so that were nose to nose. His hand goes from my chin to the back of my neck and he gives a firm squeeze.

“Babygirl you won’t ever forget me. Do you wanna know why?”

I take a sharp intake of air at his question. I move my eyes around frantically and try to move my lips in an attempt to speak but I can’t. I look down and close my eyes. I take deep breaths and calm myself. I look up when I feel calmer and speak.

“Why won’t I forget you?” I ask in a quiet voice. I smirks and moves his lips on top of mine. Not kissing me but just hovering. When he speaks it’s basically a growl and that’s when my legs become jelly. Roman notices this and braces his legs around mine helping to keep me upright. I can feel his cock poking my stomach. And it’s so warm even through his thick cargo pants.

“You won’t forget me because i’m going to imprint my essence into you. I’m going to fuck you into submission. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember where you end and I begin. I’m going to fuck you and break you. Then i’m going to rebuild you with only thoughts of me and what I did to you. And trust me you’ll enjoy every second of it. You’ll enjoy it so much you’ll soak the sheets. Drip down on my cock. Scream my name. And you’ll thank me for what I’m going to do to you.”

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More than words - A Yousana AU. Chapter 6

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JUNE 2016 (16 and 18 years old)

 “My heart is beating so fast and I’m not even embarrassed to say it. I can’t believe this is happening. You like me. You really like me. I’m a dork and you’re the coolest girl I’ve met and you like me. We haven’t even seen each other in person but you like me.

I’m sorry I’m still trying to get my head around this…

And now what? What should we do? I mean we like each other…should we…meet? Tell each other’s names at least?

Or maybe we should see how this goes now that we know we like each other, see if our feelings change (I don’t think mine will) before we take the next step?

I’ll do whatever you want to do♥”


Sana read the letter with a smile on her face. This boy, whoever he was, was the sweetest guy she had ever met. He was willing to give her the space and time she needed. She wasn’t ready to meet him in person yet, she wasn’t ready to let go of the letters. She wasn’t ready to take the next step and knowing that he was willing to wait only made her feel better.

She was sitting in the kitchen when she heard steps approaching. She quickly folded the letter and put it on her pocket. She stood up ready to leave before she was seen. She thought that whoever that person was, was going to enter the kitchen from the living room door so she went to the other one only to bump into that said person.

“Seriously?!” she said annoyed as she looked up at him

“Are you doing this on purpose?” Yousef asked taking a step back

“You’re the one who’s in my house blocking my way. Seriously don’t you have a house?”

“You really hate me, don’t you?” he asked biting his lip

“I don’t hate you…you’re just everywhere. And where is Elias? Aren’t you supposed to be with him? Why are you always alone?”

“Elias is in the bathroom and he told me to wait for him here”

“Okay, whatever I was just going anyway”

She walked past him and started her way to her bedroom

“Sana I’m sorry” he called after her

“For what?” she asked confused as she turned around

“For whatever I did to make you hate me” he said looking at the floor

“I told you, I don’t hate you” she sighed “I just, I get annoyed easily…I’m sorry too”

He looked up to her and showed her a genuine smile. For a millisecond Sana smiled back but then she turned around and finally left.

JULY 2016 (16 and 18 years old)

 “Believe me I’m still trying to process everything too. No one’s ever liked me before. I’ve never felt likeable until you.

And I hope you don’t mind but I don’t think we should see each other yet. Like you say we need to be sure of our feelings before we take the next step. I’m just not ready yet.

Oh by the way CONGRATS ON FINISHING HIGH SCHOOL!!! (‘cause I guess you’ve finished already right?)

And you should be proud of me, I survived my first year and I made friends!! I have to say that it’s been a good year for me. Hope it’s been a good year for you too♥”


AUGUST 2016 (16 and 18 years old)

 I totally understand you and like I said I’ll do whatever you want. I have no rush at all.

And THANK YOU! Finally I’m done with school!!

And CONGRATS to you too!! I’m so proud of you, you deserve to be happy and I’m glad to hear that it’s been a good year for you and that I’ve been a tiny part of it. And yeah my year has been pretty good too. The best part of it? Your letters of course :)

Hey I need to ask you something. You told me you had older brothers. Do you like your brothers’ friends? Like do you get along with them? If so can you PLEASE tell me how to do that? My best friend has a sister and I swear she hates me. And you know I wouldn’t mind that but he’s my best friend and I wouldn’t want our friendship to end because I can’t get along with his sister. It’s just that it seems that even seeing my face makes her angry. Maybe I should stop trying?

Looking forward to September to receive your letter! ♥”


Sana looked from her window to the backyard where Elias and his friends were.

Reading the letter from her…what was he now? Was he still just his friend? Was he more than that? Well, reading the letter from him she had realized that she hadn’t tried to put herself in Elias’ friends’ shoes. She actually didn’t know why those boys annoyed her so much when they actually hadn’t done anything to her, especially Yousef who had been really nice to her even when she had been completely rude. If she wanted to give her boy a good advice she had to start by trying to understand what would make her feel better about those guys. Maybe that way she could tell him what to do about his friend’s sister. A tiny little part of Sana didn’t want him to get along with that girl, whoever she was, what if he fell for her? But she tried to keep that part of her in silence, she couldn’t think like that. He was asking her for advice because he trusted her, the least she could do was trusting him back.

SEPTEMBER 2016 (16 and 18 years old)

 “Hi there!!

I don’t know if I’m the right person to give you advice about that because well, I don’t really get along with my brothers’ friends but I think that trying to help you I’ll help myself.

I hadn’t stopped to think about why I don’t get along with them but after reading your letter I tried to ask myself that question. And I came to the conclusion that maybe I’m a little bit jealous. I see them being such good friends and they make my brother so happy that sometimes I feel kind of left out, you know? I know I have my friends and I love them but I don’t know, it’d be nice to hang out with my brother and his friends sometimes too. And it’s not that he doesn’t ask me too, he does but he’s my brother, he’s supposed to do that. So I guess that what I’m trying to say is that maybe you should ask your friend’s sister if she wants to hang out with you, maybe that will make her feel accepted. And I don’t know maybe try to ask her about her day? About things she likes? But also try to give her space in case she feels anxious when people try really hard to make her talk, I know I do sometimes.

I don’t know if this will work at all but I really hope it does.

And I mean I don’t think you have nothing to worry about, who wouldn’t like you? ♥”


He started with a “good afternoon” or a “good morning” every time he’d see her. He was trying to follow her advice of giving Sana space.

Two weeks after receiving the letter, two weeks after trying to be nice to Sana but without making her feel anxious he decided to take the next step on his “try to get along with Sana plan”

He was in the Bakkoush’s backyard with Elias, Mutta, Adam and Mikael playing basketball when Sana came out and approached them

“Elias, mamma wants to know if your friends are staying for dinner”

“Uh, yeah they are”

“Okay” Sana nodded

“Hey Sana” Yousef called her before she could leave “Would you like to play with us? I’m sure you’re better than Elias”

“Everyone is better than Elias” Sana said “But uhm…yeah, sure, if you guys don’t mind?”

She looked at the boys anxiously. Yousef’s offer had taken her by surprise but she really liked the idea of playing with them

“Of course you can Sana, you know you’re always welcome” Elias said “Even when you’re being rude to me”

“I’m not being rude” she told him as she approached him and took the ball from him “I’m being honest”

Yousef couldn’t help but laugh. Sana’s snarky comments were a lot more funny when they weren’t directed at him. Sana heard him laugh and looked at him, for a brief moment they stared into each other’s eyes before breaking into a smile. Sana was the first one who broke the eye contact as she walked towards the hoop and threw the ball. Game on.

OCTOBER 2016 (16 and 19 years old)


You actually helped me a lot! I followed your advice and I’ve started to make progress with my friend’s sister. At least now she doesn’t roll her eyes at me every time she sees me. That’s something, right? I just want her to at least tolerate me, you know? And I actually think she’s a pretty cool girl. But don’t worry, you’re still my favorite girl


Sana smiled to herself as she remembered the last sentence of the letter. She was trying to study for her biology test but she couldn’t focus properly.

“I didn’t know studying biology could be fun” she heard a voice she was starting to recognize saying

She looked at and saw Yousef leaning against the kitchen’s door frame.


“You were smiling while reading your biology book. Smiling and biology don’t belong to the same sentence”

“Well I happen to really like this subject” she said matter-of-factly

“Why doesn’t it surprise me?” he chuckled

“Are you saying I’m a nerd?” she asked raising her eyebrows

“No, I’m saying that you’re smart, smarter than me I’m sure”

Sana smiled at his words. ‘You’re smarter than me’, that’s something his letter boy would usually say to her.

Yousef’s lips curved into a smile, that was probably the first time Sana had smiled at something he had said and for whatever reason that felt really good.

“Well I was on my way out actually but I stopped to say bye so…bye” Yousef said

“Bye, Yousef”

NOVEMBER 2016 (16 and 19 years old)

 I’m really glad to hear that!! That you’ve made progress with your best friend’s sister and that I’m still your favorite girl. I’ve actually started to hang out a little bit more with my brother’s friends too. But don’t worry, you’re still my second favorite guy…after Stephen Curry ;) ♥”


DECEMBER 2016 (16 and 19 years old)

 “Wow…that hurt me girl, that really hurt me. I can’t believe you did that. I’m your second favorite guy? Okay, fine, I’m here being all nice saying that you’re my favorite girl but I’m only your second after Stephen freaking Curry. Wow…just, wow.

At least I don’t have to worry about him because there’s a big chance you’ll never meet him. But then again there’s also a big chance we will never meet…Oh god I should be worried, shouldn’t I?

Fine, I’ll take second place…it’s better than anything. Honestly I’d take any place with you♥”


Sana never really did anything special for her birthday. Since it was on Christmas day her friends were celebrating with their family so she would just stay at home and spend some time with her parents and her brothers. She actually didn’t matter, birthdays weren’t that big of a deal for her.

The day she turned 17 she spent the morning playing basketball with her brother. Since they had stopped going to the cabin a few months ago they would stay the holidays in their house. Then after lunch Elias’ friends, Mutta, Mikael and Adam, had come over and all of them had chilled in the living room. Ever since that time she had played basketball with them she had started to hang out more with them. She actually really liked those guys, they were all really nice to her, especially Yousef, who for whatever reason wasn’t there that day. Her new found sort of friendship with Yousef kind of surprised Sana at first since she hadn’t been the nicest person to him in the past but they had somehow gotten past that and now they were at least polite to each other. They had had a few little conversations during the past few months and Sana had realized that he was actually a pretty nice guy.

There was actually something in him, even if Sana didn’t want to admit it, that reminded her of her letter boy. The ‘you’re smarter than me’ comment was still in her mind. And she did see him once going out of the book shop last year. The reason Sana didn’t want to admit that was because she didn’t want to be disappointed. What if she convinced herself that he was her guy and then he wasn’t? Or worse, what if he was his guy and they wouldn’t work? Or even worse, what if he was disappointed when he’d find out? No, there was no way Yousef could be her guy, she wouldn’t accept that.

After they had been in the living room for awhile someone knocked on the front door. Sana stood up and went to open it.

“Hi” Sana said as she saw Yousef standing in the other side of the door

“Hey, happy birthday” he greeted her with a smile

“How do you know?” she asked confused as she let him in

“Elias mentioned it a couple of weeks ago” Yousef said biting his lip

“Oh…well thanks” she thanked him a little bit shocked about him remembering when her birthday was.

She then rolled her eyes internally. Of course he’d remember, it was Christmas day.

“The boys are in the living room” Sana said as she led the way

“Yousef man, finally!” Elias yelled as they entered the room. “Did you bring it?”

“Yeah, it’s right here.” Yousef said handing the bag he was carrying to him “Why did you make me pick this up from that store? What is it?”

“It’s Sana’s birthday present” Elias said as he stood up and walked to his sister


“Yeah, I wanted to pick it up myself but sis you wouldn’t leave me alone” he chuckled

“Well, I’m sorry for wanting to spend time with my brother”

“Just open it” he said shaking his head

Sana rolled her eyes but opened the present. She gasped when she realized what it was, a Stephen Curry jersey.

“Oh my god Elias, thank you!”she said hugging her brother

“I knew you’d like it, since you’re obsessed with Stephen Curry”

That sentence caught Yousef’s attention. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, lately he had had his suspicions about Sana being his letter girl. She was a muslim girl who wore a hijab just like his girl. She was the same age his girl was. She had two brothers and only recently she had started to hang out with him and his friends, just like his girl. But then, ever since he started to hang out with Elias he had never heard him talk about going to a cabin for the holidays and he had spent pretty much every break in his house and as far as he knew, his girl still went to the cabin. Also, the fact that Sana liked Stephen Curry didn’t have to mean anything. Any girl could like him.

The truth was that Yousef didn’t want to admit that Sana might be that girl because what if she wasn’t? He’d be disappointed. Or worse, what if she was and then they didn’t work out? Or even worse, what if she was the one disappointed that he was her letter boy?

No, there was no way that Sana was his girl.

JANUARY 2017 (17 and 19 years old)

 “Hahaha I’m sorry! You know I like you but Stephen Curry is the man of my dreams but okay fine I think I’d settle for you since like you say there’s a big chance that I’ll never meet Stephen.

And about you and me meeting…it’ll happen, I promise it’ll happen. I just…I don’t feel like I’m ready to let go of the letters yet. I’m scared, what if we don’t work out outside the letters? What if we’re disappointed with each other? I don’t know…I’d like to wait a little bit longer if that’s okay with you.

It doesn’t mean that I don’t like you. I do. Your letters are pretty much the best thing of the month. ♥”


“I didn’t know you were bringing all of your friends, Elias” Sana said as she met her brother and his friends outside the locker room.

She had just finished her basketball match. Her team had won and she had been named mvp of the game.

“We all came here to support you, Sana” Mutta said with a smile

“Yeah, and for the food” Adam added showing her his bag of chips.

Sana shook her head and laugh. These boys had been cheering for her the whole match, especially one of them.

“You were great out there Sana” Yousef said “Amazingly great”

“Thanks, Yousef” she answered looking at him and biting her lip.

He smiled back at her and scratched the back of his neck nervously. And then the battle of stares began. Lately, every time they were in the same room they would find themselves staring at each other with shy smiles and not saying anything until someone would interrupt them or one of them would just give up. Neither of them knew how or when it had started but it seemed like kind of a habit now.

FEBRUARY 2017 (17 and 19 years old)

 “Hey, I told you, I’ll do whatever you want. There’s no rush at all.

I actually get what you mean, I have to admit that it scares me too and like you say maybe we should wait a little bit longer, see how this goes.

And you know I like you too, I always look forward to your letters and you always, always make me smile♥”


“Sana? Hey, what are you doing here?” he asked as he approached her

“Well, we’re at a food store…what do you think I’m doing here?” she answered

A few months ago this conversation would’ve been tense, right now it was lighthearted. Sana chuckled after talking showing Yousef that she was teasing him and he couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Yeah, you’re right, dumb question” he said nodding

“It’s fine, I won’t tell anyone” she said in a low voice

“It’ll be our secret, then” he whispered back

Sana shook her head and laughed as she went to the cashier to pay for her food. Yousef who had only gone to the store to buy some juice followed her.

“Wow, ice cream and crisps, someone is having a party”

“Yeah, with my books” she said “I have to study for an exam that I have tomorrow and I need strength”

“I’m sure you’ll do great”

It was Sana’s turn to pay now but Yousef took a step forward and grabbed his wallet.

“Let me take care of this” he said pointing at her stuff

“What? No, no, no” she refused

“Come on, consider it as my good-luck-in-you-exam-gift” he told her handing the money to the seller

“That doesn’t exist” she said tilting her head slightly

“It does now” he shrugged taking the bag with the stuff and leading the way outside

“I’ll find a way to pay you back” Sana said as they got out of the store

“It’s really not necessary, I’ll probably eat half of that ice cream next time I’m at your house anyway”

“Ha! You wouldn’t dare” she laughed “Well I guess I’ll see you around”

“Yeah…uh…I can walk you home if you want to?”

“You don’t have to” she said looking at the floor

“It’s fine, I was planning on visiting Elias anyway, and maybe you can share that ice cream with me”

“Not gonna happen” she said shaking her head

“I’ll have to convince you in the way home then”


MARCH 2017 (17 and 19 years old)

 “Thank you for understanding once again. I’m glad that we’re both in the same page, then.

So tell me something about your life, how is life treating you after high school? ♥”


“Hey, can we talk?” Yousef whispered as he entered the kitchen

“Why are you whispering?” Sana asked

Yousef looked behind him before replying

“Elias is talking on the phone right now so I took the chance to come and talk to you”

“Still not explaining why you’re whispering”

“I need to ask you for advice for his birthday present”

“Ohhh, okay sure” she said now whispering too

Yousef approached her and showed her his phone

“What do you think of these?”

“Oh god Yousef he’d love that, he’s been saving money to buy them since forever” she said as she saw the picture of a pair of basketball trainers Elias wanted “But they’re really expensive”

“Yeah, well he’s my best friend and I’ve been saving money too”

Sana smiled fondly at him, Elias really deserved a friend like Yousef. And it wasn’t because he was willing to buy him an expensive gift. It was because Yousef had taken the time to think about what he’d want and save money for it.

“He’s going to love them” she said smiling at him

He smiled back and once again they stared at each other’s eyes until Elias came in the room looking for him

APRIL 2017 (17 and 19 years old)

 “Well, I’m working at the moment. I’m not going to college, at least not yet because I didn’t really know what to study. So I’m working to help my parents and because I don’t want to just sit and do nothing. And I actually like my job a lot, it has to do with kids and I really love kids.

How about you? How is your second year of high school treating you? ♥”


Why did her heart beat faster and faster every time she saw him? Why didn’t that happen with the rest of the guys? She was supposed to see Yousef as she saw Mutta, Mikael and Adam. But she didn’t. She would always smile when she saw him, she would get really nervous and sometimes even forget what she was going to say. She felt the anticipation every time she’d see him approaching her. She had never felt like that…well, she had…she still did, but not with a real person, with her pen pal.

Lately her mind had been wondering more than ever if there was any possibility of Yousef being her letter boy. He was muslim, he was the same age he was, she knew he was working although she didn’t know where and if that involved kids. It could be, right? There was a possibility that he was her letter boy. She was still scared about that thought but at the same time she was excited. Could that be possible? Had she found her boy?


His heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. His heart always did that every time he saw Sana lately. Why was that happening to him? She was supposed to be only Elias’ little sister and nothing more. He wasn’t supposed to be looking forward to see her every time he was in her house. He wasn’t supposed to find any excuse to talk to her. He wasn’t supposed to feel like that, he wasn’t supposed to feel about Sana the way he felt about his mysterious letter girl.

But lately he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that maybe, maybe, maybe, both girls were the same person. He knew there were lots of coincidences, he had enumerated them in his mind several times. But he still needed confirmation somehow although he was scared of that. He didn’t want to be disappointed, he didn’t want that confirmation to be negative. But at the same time he was excited at that possibility. Could that be possible? Had he found his girl?


Without thinking about it he took the chance and entered the kitchen telling his friends that he was going to find something to drink. The truth was that he had seen Sana’s mom leaving the room and he had taken it as a sign for him to talk to her.

“How did you get so good at peeling carrots?” Sana asked as she leaned against counter watching him

“I work in a kindergarten. I peel a lot of things for the kids”

Sana’s heart stopped for a moment. Was it possible?

“You work in a kindergarten?” she asked, she needed to be sure she had heard correctly


“Huh. So you like kids then?”

She watched him leave the room with her brother by his side. As soon as she was left alone she rested her back against the counter and grinned widely. He worked in a kindergarten. He liked kids, he wanted to have 12 kids!. It was him, Yousef was her anonymous boy, he had to be.


What if he kind of made her write to him? That’d be a good way to try to find out if she was his girl. But how would he made her write to him? Who would send letters nowadays, apart from him of course. No, he had to find another way.  That’s it. Text messages, it was the most similar thing as letters. Maybe if he and Sana texted each other he could see if there was any sign that would confirm that she was his girl.

He opened his facebook account and added her.


She was surprised at first when she saw that Yousef had added her on facebook but at the same time she was very excited. Was he feeling the same way as she did? Did he know that she was his penpal? Was he trying to confirm it in any way? Sana didn’t have answers for those questions, all she knew was that she really enjoyed texting Yousef, his jokes, his memes, his support with her russbus. It was like starting their letter relationship all over again.


It was supposed to be a bus meeting. She had never intended it to become a party but of course the peximaxi girls had brought alcohol, of course they had put music on and of course they had turned it into a party.

Sana wasn’t worried though because she thought her parents weren’t coming home that day. But of course, she was Sana Bakkoush and she couldn’t be that lucky. When Elias came with his friends, Yousef among them, and told them that their parents were downstairs she made all the girls leave and she tried to clean up everything. But, as mentioned before, she was Sana Bakkoush and she couldn’t be that lucky.

Of course she had forgotten a bottle and of course her parents had found it. She was about to confess when Yousef stepped up and took the blame for her. She had never felt so good and so bad at the same time. Good because Yousef had done that for her, he cared about her. Bad because she felt really guilty and she knew that now her parents wouldn’t look at him the same way.


Once she entered her room she took her phone and opened her conversation with Yousef.

Sana Bakkoush: Thanks

Yousef Acar: No worries

Sana Bakkoush: I’ll find a way to convince mom that you’re a good muslim even though you drink vodka

Yousef Acar: Hahaha that’s okay, I’m not muslim

Sana Bakkoush: What do you mean?

Yousef Acar: I don’t believe in Allah

He wasn’t him. Yousef wasn’t her letter boy. He wasn’t him. She had tried so hard not to get her hopes up for so long and when she was convinced that he was her boy he…he just wasn’t him. And the worst part was that she hadn’t just lost him as her possible letter boy, she had also lost him as Yousef because if he wasn’t muslim…how were they going to have a chance?

MAY 2017 (17 and 19 years old)

 “I’m glad to hear that you like your job. School is going great. I’m passing all my exams and I’m the bus leader of my group. So yeah, everything is fine. ♥”


She hadn’t answered his texts. Since he had told her that he wasn’t muslim, a week ago, she hadn’t answered him and she’d avoid him every time he was at her house.

He knew he should’ve told her sooner, before that thing between them, whatever it was, had started. But he was scared, scared of losing her, just like he had done now.

He still had one last shred of hope though, the confirmation of her being his letter girl. If she was truly her maybe he could still have a chance.


“Elias, can I ask you something about Sana?” Yousef asked hesitantly as Elias and him were chilling at Yousef’s house

“I guess?”

“It’s just uh…Sana…does she get along with your brother’s girlfriend, well, fiancée?”

“With Jamilla? Why would you ask that? You don’t even know her” Elias said confused

“Please just answer the question”

“No, Sana and Jamilla don’t get along at all, in fact I think they may hate each other”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, it’s been like that since like forever”

Yousef nodded as he felt his heart break. That was it. She wasn’t her. The girl from his letters had a great relationship with her sister-in-law, she had been the one that “saved” her from her bullies in middle school. Sana didn’t even like Jamilla. Sana spent all the holidays in Oslo. Sana didn’t go to any cabin. Sana just wasn’t his girl.

Now he had lost her as Sana and as his letter girl.


“Hi, it’s Yousef, sorry for calling but I don’t really know what to do with Elias”

“What happened?”

“Elias is totally wasted and wants to go home to sleep, but I don’t think that’s a good idea”

“Where are you?”


After she got that call from Yousef, she and Noora had gone to meet them and they have taken Elias to Noora’s house. Then, Yousef had offered to walk her home. At first Sana said no, it was really uncomfortable seeing him after avoiding him for a week but he insisted.

Somehow they ended up playing basketball. She had to admit that she hadn’t had such a good time in a long time.

After the game, she couldn’t help herself and asked him why he didn’t believe in Allah. His answer, that he had stopped believing after what had happened to Even, that he still had the same values but he just didn’t believe, took her by surprise.

She listened to him and he listened to her and they both had a conversation about the important stuff.

Sana hadn’t felt so comfortable talking to someone since…well, since she had started talking to her letter boy. That thought made her sad for a moment, she was still really disappointed to know that Yousef wasn’t him, but at the same time, knowing that she could feel comfortable with a real person and not just with a piece of paper made her believe that maybe, Yousef and her still had a chance.


“What was I going to say?” he asked as he shook his head

They were standing outside her front door, staring at each other’s eyes.


Yousef and Sana looked to her house startled, her mom was in the window waiting for her to come in.

Sana looked back at Yousef and smiled shyly

“Bye then” she said as she turned around and entered her house

“Bye” he whispered after her.


He looked at her as she left. If that afternoon had showed him something was that, even if they were different, even if they had different opinions, he knew they could make it work. That afternoon showed him that he had real feelings for Sana and that maybe, just maybe, she had feelings for him too. But then there were the feelings he had for his letter girl. Now he knew that she wasn’t Sana. That meant that he had feelings for two different girls.


She looked at him from her window as he stood there in the street for a few minutes after she left. If that afternoon had showed her something was that, even if they were different, even if they had different opinions, she knew they could make it work. That afternoon showed her that she had real feelings for Yousef and that maybe, just maybe, he had feelings for her too. But then there were the feelings she had for her letter boy. Now she knew he wasn’t Yousef. That meant she had feelings for two different boys.


They would have to make a choice.

Take a risk and bet on a relationship with a person that had been in their lives for years but they still didn’t know who they were or take a just as big risk and bet on a chance of a relationship with the person they had right in front of them, knowing that with that, what they already had, could be lost forever.


This is it!!

I’m sorry this is too long and I’m sorry if it’s not very good, especially the ending, I’ve struggled a lot while writing this chapter, for whatever reason I found it so difficult to write

I hope you like it though

Thank you so much for reading!♥

Welp, I should consider this my first GG animation!

I actually made this for my 2D Character Animation final. It was pretty awesome  that I was able to make the entire class laugh, haha! I was planning on cleaning  up and coloring the animation during my winter break, and…well…I didn’t. I feel really bad about it, BUT I’m sure that there will be some opportunities in the future for me to finish it! I was planning on sharing it online when it was fully completed-but the hell with it! I’m pretty proud of it!  

Forget you

This is going to be long but… like… you don’t have to read it. Its really personal tho so… yeah…

Ok So… most of you don’t know this, but I actually have a twin brother who is only a few moments younger than me. Though we are polar opposites, he is my best friend. He’s the person I call when I am lonely. I’m the person he calls when he’s stressed. All of my weaknesses are his strengths and vice versa.
When I discovered Lolirock I was instantly drawn to Mephisto and Praxina. Its so rare to see brother/sister twins done well in media (NOTE: Yes we’ve seen Gravity falls. Yes its wonderful).  Its little things that other twins (I’m sure!) will know. The little side glances they give each other that need NO words. The bickering, but never crossing the line. The baseless threats… the scheming, even against their own leader… when you’re a twin the rest of the world comes second. Your twin feels like a separate part of you. Not a half or like a missing piece or something… like you have all these spare pieces that somehow makeup another human being who you don’t need to explain yourself to. The person who knows you SO well that they know every. single. thing. that. makes. you. CRAZY. And the person who knows you so well that with one word everything can feel better.

I was bewitched with how much they reminded me of me and my brother. The first example came from the episode ,“Batty,”

Mephsito: “Why do you always get to go first?”
Praxina: “Because I’m older,”
Mephisto: “WELL I’M TALLER!!”

This is literally a conversation he and I have had 100 times in our lives. I showed him the clip, he couldn’t believe it and demanded to know what the show was. He definitely teased me about it for its childish nature, but we started watching it here and there when we hang out, but only good twin episodes…  
Finally we got to Forget You this last weekend, and he got extremely emotional watching it.

You see, around the time we were close to finishing highschool, I… slipped into a horrible depression and let myself slip away from all the things I cared about. I wanted to feel normal. River was the only person who noticed. He was the only person who tried to help me. I was good at faking my smiles and playing the part, so everyone else made excuses and brushed him off as being silly or seeing signs that weren’t there. They all liked me better this way. I was easier, I was nicer… but I wasn’t me. River could tell, and he desperately did everything he could to help me, but it only made me resent him.

When Mephisto yells at Praxina, “I need you to remember who you are!” my brother started to get misty-eyed (I literally sobbed the first time I watched it tho). He looked at me and we had a silent moment. It was uncannily similar to the last argument he and I had after my “accident.”

I did something really bad. It almost got me killed. I don’t want to get into it, but I was in the hospital for 2 weeks and my recovery took a year. My brother was the only person who stood by me in that time, despite our extensive family. They’re good people… but they took it all pretty hard and pretty much gave up on me for what I had done. I didn’t blame them. I still don’t.

But River was there every day. Eventually, he was the only one. He would talk about goofy stuff for hours, just trying to help get my mind off the things that were polluting it. And I would lay there silently. I was so lost and broken and sad I couldn’t stand him. I would usually pretend to ignore him, or say something mean. He never seemed to mind too much. He was just so happy I was alive. He never gave up on me, though. Not once. And every day before he left he would ask if he could kiss me goodbye. I always told him no, so he would just say he loved me and that he was so happy I was ok. But I wasn’t ok. And in my mind, I thought I would never be ok again. And I was furious and jealous of him.  
One day, sitting in the hospital room, he made a very harmless joke about something and I responded with a very nasty insult, with only the intent to wound him. He got very quiet and sat still for a long time. It was the first time I had seen him cry since we were children.

“You know… everyone is mad at you. And I’m mad at you, too… but I love you too much to leave you. So You can give up if you want, but I will never give up on you… because I don’t know how to be without you.”
He had been fighting for me for so long at that point, and he was tired. He was completely exhausted. I finally could SEE it. I don’t know why I couldn’t before, but in that moment I finally realized all he had done, and I saw the last of his energy spent.

And he left, without asking if he could kiss me. And I cried. I thought I pushed him too far. I thought I had lost him like I had lost everyone else. I felt so alone.  
But the next day he came back, with 3 cups of jello (2 for him, 1 for me), that big stupid grin on his face and stories about our classmates from the day. He made a joke about the boy who I had once dated, and for the first time in months, I let myself honestly laugh. It felt so good and strange and suddenlly all I wanted was for him to talk more. He laughed a lot that day, and made jokes about stupid things. We watched a horrible lifetime movie and mocked it the entire time and I don’t think I have ever laughed so much. I still felt horrible. I still hated myself… but I didn’t feel alone anymore, and I didn’t know how I ever did.

And when he asked if he could kiss me goodbye, I told him “sure,” and he blew a raspberry on my forehead. He laughed so hard and said, “I have been waiting to do that for DAAAYS!”

Things weren’t suddenly better over night…I was too broken for that. I would still have my moments of cruelty and I would still wallow in my own self-pitty, but my brother was always there to remind me of who I was, who I really was. And with him, a few good therapists and lots of time and hard work, I was able to put the brunt of it behind me. And that never would have happened had he not revealed to me how hurt he was for me.  

Watching Forget You with him brought back that time for us both. It was emotional and tense watching it, but when Mephisto dropped to his knees, panting in exhaustion after dispelling all of his energy, only to have Praxina see his pain and willingly go back to him, River and I made the comparison.
Its exactly what I had to do.  River fought for me until he had nothing left in him, and it was what brought me back to him. a

I don’t have a point to this… I guess… just… the twins are magical to me. That episode was insanely close to home. I’ve never related so closely to any kind of relationship on a show ever. And even if my brother will not watch anymore episodes (not his cup of tea) he loves Forget You. Its just nice to see something we can relate to on that level.  I think Its a really special show for SO many reasons, and I am heartbroken to see Praxina driven to madness by the thought of her brothers death. Honestly, if that happened to River I would probably become a psychopath as well. a

In my brothers’ words, “I would fight ALL the sparkly princesses for you!”
Me too, bro. Me. Too.

Chapter 6


I literally woke up with a big goofy smile on my face. The only thing I could think about was how good Kai made me feel last night. After we were finished at my place, we went back to his. I knew my legs were like noodles so I wasn’t even gone attempt to walk.

I managed to take a quick bath since Kai was downstairs doing lord knows what, but I literally was limping. I think the hot bath made my legs better though.

“You finally up?” Kai asked as he came in scratching his head. He had on his durag, boxers, and socks looking like a whole full course meal. Kai didn’t even have to try.

“Yea, how long was I sleep?”

“10 hours g..” he shook his head with a smile as my eyes widened. That’s honestly a blessing for me. No wonder I woke up feeling refreshed.

“Haven’t gotten sleep like that since I was in the womb.” I admitted, making Kai laugh. It was true. I’ve always had trouble staying asleep growing up and I still do. Maybe I need Kai to dick me down every night.

“I made breakfast.. you hungry?” He said as he grabbed a pair of sweats out of his drawer before slipping them on.

“Yes, but you gotta carry me.” I smiled as he winked at me before coming to pick me up bridal style.

As he carried me to the kitchen, the mixture of different foods filled my nose and it smelled lovely. When Kai sat me down on one of the high chairs, I gasped at what was in front of me.

“Kaiden! You didn’t have to do this, thank you!” I said still in disbelief. I was shocked because I didn’t think he could cook and because he made a whole feast. He must’ve loved our little event from last night because he doesn’t even cook for himself.

“Yea I did.. its my way of apologizing from spazzin’ last night. I hate fighting wit you, especially over small shit. Plus, you put it on a nigga.. I ain’t even gone lie.” He grinned at me as he ate a piece of a strawberry. Just when I was about to thank him again, his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He answered, giving me the hold on signal with his finger.

“Ma, I got comp-” Ma? I know that isn’t short for mom, which is short for mother.

“You outside?” I looked down at my attire and mentally cursed to myself.

“Uh baby.. my mom’s outside and I’m pretty sure you don’t want her seeing you like this so you might wanna go put on some clothes. I mean it don’t matter to me but..” he assured me, referring to the red bra and panties I had put on specially for him since it was his favorite color. Scratch that, did he say his mom?

“Kai I know you did not just say your damn mama.” He looked at me with a look of sympathy on his face because he knew I wasn’t ready to meet her yet. Especially when I just got done riding her son’s dick into the sunset. How could he?

He’s told me many stories about his mom, and she seems like a sweet lady. I don’t really care if anyone doesn’t like me, but I WANT his mom to. Meeting her like this just gives me bad vibes. I swear Ima kill Kai when she leaves.

“We ain’t got time to discuss this ma, just go throw some shit on.” He said as he jogged towards his living room. I swear this nigga probably set this whole thing up.

I ran up the stairs so fast, I almost busted my damn ass in the process.

Shaking my head in slight anger, I snatched off my bandeau and replaced it with a plain T shirt and a pair of biker shorts. That was appropriate enough I guess.

Leaving my hair in its ponytail, I took a deep breath before making my way down the stairs where I heard Kai, his mom, and his brother.

“Baby, who’s got you cooking? Every time I try to get you to cook with me, you never want to.” I heard her say to him as I chuckled lowly. When I was at the last stair, I hurriedly walked to the kitchen to show my face.

I didn’t even step a toe in there yet and they were already looking at me. A smile immediately spread across his mother’s face as she walked up closer to me. Wyd?

“Buttercup! Is this the one you’ve been talking my ear off about?” She looked at Kai as he nodded and smirked at me. Wow, he’s been talking to his mom about me? Kai trying to earn some cool points I see.

“My little almond! Come, come!” She said anxiously as she motioned for me to come and hug her. Kai and his brother were too busy laughing at the fact that she nicknamed me her little almond, but I didn’t care. I thought it was cute. Her dimples were the cutest.

She was just a gorgeous little petite lady with long black hair. Her black didn’t crack at all. She looked like she could be his sister.

“Hi Ms-”

“Honey, you can call me Kaidyn or mama Kai.” She assured me as she released me from the hug. She smelled like fruit.

I’m guessing Kai was named after her. I didn’t feel comfortable just flat out calling her by her government yet, so Mama Kai it is for now.

“Kai talks about you all the time! You raised him into a great, respectful young man and I want to thank you for that. The way he treats women is incredible.” I explained to her as she nodded.

Kai was always saying how didn’t disrespect women because he came from one and grew up in a house hold full of them. Plus, he wouldn’t want anyone disrespecting his mother.

“Yes, I’m very thankful that he remembers what I taught him. He will not stop calling me every night about you, Ms. Robyn. You’re even prettier in person.”

“Thank you, you’re gorgeous.”

“Ma, when we gone eat?”

“Who is we? I made this for my baby and mama.” Kai rose an eyebrow at his brother. They were forever being mean to each other. I don’t know if that’s how they express their love or what.

“You need help Mama Kai?” I asked once I noticed she was setting up the table.

“Oh no baby, thanks for asking though.” She gave me a big smile as she started to get out some plates for all of us. I forgot that Kai had told me that she was a chef, so of course she’d enjoy doing this.

“So Mama Kai, I hear you’re a chef..”

“Yes ma'am, I have a passion for cooking. Ever since I was little, I’d always be in the kitchen helping my mother cook. Kai obviously does too, but he thinks it’s "gay”.“ She explained, shaking her head at the end of the sentence.

"Kai why? I think it’s cute.”

“Why you gotta put me on the spot like that, ma?” He said as he looked down at her. Kai was a good 6'5, so he was the tallest in here.

“Boy please, wait til I show her your baby pictures.”

“So what about you Robyn?”

“Well, I have a passion for designing clothes. I’m launching my Summer Collection in a few weeks. I’ve gotten as far as designing hundreds of prom dresses, wardrobe for Met Gala, many award shows, and I’m currently working on a makeup line for my girls of color.” I explained confidently, as she nodded with a look that said she was impressed.

“That’s great! I wish you nothing but more success in the future. I might have to get you to design my wedding dress.” She smirked at me as I nodded. I would love that.

Once she had brought us our plates, no words were said. Everybody was just eating, and the food was so damn good. I honestly haven’t had cooking this good since my mom.


Popping a piece of gum in my mouth, I grabbed my purse and carefully walked down the stairs. I had on heels, and I would hate to break my ankles trying to be cute going down the stairs.

When I reached the last stair, I seen Jaylen in the kitchen munching on whatever. Probably a bunch of junk food.

“Where you going wit ya nipples out?” He smirked as he winked at me.

“A place.” I stated dryly, trying not to get too carried away in the conversation.

“Damn, what a nigga do now? You being all dry and shit.” He got serious and looked down at me. I went into the fridge and grabbed one of my waters before sitting on the couch since Winter wasn’t here yet. She was forever taking her sweet ass time.

I didn’t want to ignore him I just.. I don’t know.

“So you don’t hear me? Aight cool.” He nodded before leaving and slamming the door in the process. I knew one of his biggest pet peeves was being ignored, so I don’t know why I would do that. He’d never do me like that.

“I’m so stupid.” I sighed as I put my head in my hands. I was honestly confused. I just wish Jaylen wouldn’t have said what he said to Kai, because if he didn’t things would be so different. I’m not even gonna put all the blame on Jaylen because it was both of them. Sometimes Kai doesn’t know how to let stuff go and he gets mad too fast.


I’ve been out dragging Kai with me all day to buy new fabric. The way I’ve been working, I was bound to run out.

Both of us were tired as hell and since my place was closer, I just decided to go there. Hopefully O was in his room.

Jaylen 🤡: wya

I was honestly too lazy to text back so I would have to get to him later. I knew Kai was tired of holding all my damn bags so I hurriedly unlocked the door.

As soon as I waited for Kai to come in, I couldn’t believe who I seen on the couch. Jaylen was about to speak until he saw Kai come behind me and kiss my neck. “I’ll be in ya room sleep.”

“Fuck you doing with this buster ass nigga?” Jaylen stood up, pointing to  Kai. Kai stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to make sure Jaylen wasn’t talking to him.

“Fuck you said?”

“I said fuck you d-”

“Jaylen!” I yelled, not wanting this to go further. I swear Jaylen doesn’t know how to shut up. I saw Kai come closer so I tried to hold him back but failed miserably.

“Nah watch out, let him repeat that shit.” He stood there waiting for him to go on. Jaylen waved him off as if he wasn’t here and turned back to me.

“So this why you be some-timing Robyn? Cause you got a nigga now? You stopped fucking with me for this monkey ass nigga?”

“Yea she got a nigga now. Fuck you worried bout my girl for? Wit this damn over processed perm you got.” I didn’t even get a chance to talk.

“Look here coochie beard, once again I ain’t talking to you. Did ya mom not teach you to speak when you spoken to? Damn.” He aggravatingly sighed. Jesus..

“You guys ch-” I started to say but was cut off.

“Ion give a fuck if you talking to me or not, the fuck you worried bout my girl for? She good, she don’t need to be talking to you.” He said, which Jaylen found funny. I really hope he wasn’t about to do or say anything stupid.

“Since you know everything and y'all so gucci, was she ya girl when we was just on the phone two nights ago? Was she ya girl when we was just chillin’ on Wednesday? Was she ya girl when she was letting me touch all up on her? Was she ya girl when I ate her puss-”

That’s all it took for Kai to charge for Jaylen and deck him right in the mouth. Next thing I know, I saw him pull something from the waistband of his jeans and my heart dropped. “Talk that shit now, bitch ass nigga!” Kai yelled aggressively.

“Nigga fuck you!” Jaylen spat.

I knew about his past so I knew him shooting Jaylen would be nothing for him. But this was over something so small and stupid and believe or not, I’d hate to see Jaylen get hurt in any type of way.

“Kai stop!” I pushed him back with all my force. When he saw the look on my face, his eyes softened but he was still breathing hard. He shook his head before tucking the gun back in his jeans and storming out of the condo.

Sighing, I noticed Jaylen holding his jaw on the couch. “You aight?” I questioned as he nodded.

“Damn Jaylen, you need to learn to stop talking to everybody like you’re crazy. Why would you say that to him?”

“Fuck outta here, that nigga was coming at me like I’m a bitch.” He spat before standing up and grabbing all his things to leave.

*Flashback Over*

I shook my head at the event and realized that Jaylen’s art show was tomorrow night.    I had been working on my dress for decades because literally everyone was gonna be there. It was really important to him and I know he would hate me if I missed it.. Fuck.

“Girl what you over there looking like a lil lost puppy for?” I heard Winter’s voice, making me smile a bit. I haven’t talked to her in forever. She was like a big sister to me.

“No reason-”

“Wassup hoodrat?” I heard Jaylen’s voice. Winter’s happy mood immediately changed. It was so funny, because she literally could not stand him. Everyone knew that.

“Boy you look like one of Santa’s elves with all this damn green on, fuck outta my face.” She rolled her eyes as she snatched her keys off the table.

“Come on Robyn, before he make me hurt him.” She mugged him as she left out of the door first. I looked back at him and he looked at me, shaking his head.

“Hollywood, yo.” He said but I just shrugged it off.

Was I?


Once my mom left, I felt relieved. I knew she would like Robyn because she got along with everybody. The only way she wouldn’t like you is if you were disrespectful to her or family. Other than that, she straight.

I didn’t have much cleaning to do since all the food was gone. My mom told every damn body in her phone that I cooked, so a few of my cousins and shit came over. I didn’t mind though, cause I didn’t want all the food just sitting here.

I had felt bad for yelling at Rob like I did yesterday, so I cooked for her. I would’ve went out and bought her a new bag or something, but she would’ve declined so I did something simple.

I wasn’t trying to be insecure or nothing, but when you get fucked over so many times, it’s hard not to think some fishy shit going on.

I don’t give a fuck about Robyn having a nigga as a friend at all. It was just that nigga that I don’t like. This nigga sat there and flirted wit my girl in my face like that wasn’t disrespectful.  He had the nerve to tell me what went down between them like I wasn’t gone do shit. I swear if Rob ain’t calm me down, I would’ve bodied his dumbass. I got heat for niggas like him.

That’s why I don’t want her fucking with him. I trust her, it’s just him that I don’t trust. I got the perfect career, and the girl of my dreams. I ain’t letting nobody fuck that up, real talk.

It took a lot of shit to get to where I’m at today. Shit used to be dangerous and hectic before I saved up enough money to start my own business. Before I even started, I bought my mom a gigantic, beautiful house and a brand new Snow White Jag. That was one of my biggest goals before anything. She took care of me all my life, so I felt as if I needed to start taking care of her. Whatever she wants, she can get it because she wasn’t always rich, but she still made sure we had everything we wanted and needed growing up.

After I realized that I had more than enough to start my own business, I left that dangerous life style behind. Being a hitman wasn’t always easy, but it paid hella good. Good enough to where I started expanding my work.

I just pray that this shit doesn’t catch up to me because I’m doing great right now. I’m genuinely happy. But you know every time some shit going good, you get slapped in the face with some bullshit. It never fails.

I swear I been feeling like some shit was bout to pop off lately, like I needed to go see a therapist or something. I keep having these paranoid thoughts that I’m either bout to get killed or go to jail. I really didn’t want to talk to Robyn about this neither. That’s why I needed to see a therapist.

“Babe, you seen my sketch book?” I heard Rob ask from my room. Snatching her book off of the island, I jogged to my room only to see her fat ass in the air searching for something on the floor. She stayed wearing those tiny ass shorts around me. Her ass swallowed them every time.

“Aye, I wanna talk to you about something..” I said in a stern like tone as I sat down on the bed after handing her the sketch book.

“Man Kai don’t tell me you got something, I’ll kill you.” She stressed as I looked at her like she was crazy. What type of nigga would I be to fuck her raw if I knew I had something? I don’t get down like that.

“Nah, you got me bent.”

“Sorry, spill.”

“I love you, aight? Like that first day I saw you, I ain’t think you was gone talk to me but I’m glad you did. These months I’ve known you have by far been the best moments of my life. Swear I can’t even go 30 minutes without talking to you. You special Robyn, and I just wanna say that whatever happens to me in the future.. I’m sorry and I love you.” I explained to her as she wore a confused look on her face.

I didn’t wanna tell her about my thoughts because she would stress about that shit and I know she got enough shit on her case to be stressing about already.

“Kai, where is this coming from? Don’t talk like that, I’d lose my shit if something happened to you.”

“Just remember what I said, you got me?” She nodded followed with a sigh. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her slightly big forehead.

“What you wanna do today? I’m all yours.” She looked up at me as I became deep in my thoughts. I didn’t want to sit around, because I knew tomorrow was quickly approaching.

Tomorrow it was going to be 5 years since my baby girl’s been gone, and it’s a hard time for me every year. If she was still here, she would’ve been 9. I could’ve still been walking her to class every morning, tucking her in bed every night.. all that.

I remember cooking for her and she would always be right by my side, watching my every move. She told me that she wanted to be a chef one day because she loved to help me cook. I didn’t think cooking was gay, I just said that shit cause I didn’t wanna explain the real reason. Ever since my baby passed, I gave that shit up.

I missed her more than anything, and since she’s gone I don’t even know if I ever wanna have another child.

“Kai?” Robyn sat up and held my face, breaking me out of my thoughts. She didn’t know the exact day my baby died, so of course she didn’t know what I was thinking about. I didn’t want to talk about it either. I need to text Kayla though, to see if she’s still coming with me and my moms.

“Yea wassup?”

“What you wanna do today?” She repeated, stroking my beard. It actually felt good.

“Oh, it don’t matter babe. We can go have to the park or something it don’t gotta be nothing big.”

“How about a picnic?” At first I was about to decline until I thought about it. That ain’t sound too bad.

“Yea, that sound chill. Go pack some shit and I’ll get everything else.” I told her as she nodded and made her way to the kitchen. She better not pack no vegetables and shit. I was cool with fruit.

The sound of my phone vibrating had broke me out of my thoughts. It was Kayla.. my assistant.

Assistant🤞🏾: everything’s set for the week, thank me later 😊 ungrateful bastard

I huffed at the last part of her message. She was forever complaining about how I don’t appreciate her enough. I thanked her  lil annoying ass every second of the day.

Me: you still going wit me & my mama to see baby girl?

Assistant🤞🏾: duh Kai.. don’t forget she was my baby too.

Not wanting to argue with her, I left it at that and just went on about my day. Going to the hall closet, I got out two small and old blankets that Robyn and I could use.

Once I was done, I went in the kitchen to see her leaning on the counter scrolling through her phone. Her booty was poking out of her shorts and I had to get her.

“Let’s go!” I yelled as I sent a hard slap to her ass causing her to jump up immediately. “Kai! Ouch!” She dramatically whined.

“You’ll be aight.” I laughed as I rubbed the spot for her, as she led the way out of my house. I noticed that she had caught an attitude so I was literally about to kiss her ass.

Getting on my knees, I wrapped my arms around her waist so she could stop walking. I gently kissed the spot that I hit before standing back up. “Happy now?” I asked as she nodded with a smile.

Shaking my head at her fake attitude, I opened the car door for her as I made sure she got in and put on her seat belt. After getting in myself, I started the car and followed the directions that she had put on my phone.

Cause I Love You by Lenny Williams was softly playing on the radio and I had seen Robyn turn it up. “What you know about that? That’s grown folk music.” I smiled at her as she waved me off.

“Boy I grew up on this music. This is the jam.” She said as I nodded in agreement. Ain’t nothing like that good old school music. You could never go wrong with it, it was good for the soul. I liked our generation of music too, but I was more of an old soul.

“I love youuuuuuu.” I sang to Robyn as I gripped her thigh while I drove. She covered her ears and shook her head no.

“You sound like a dying lizard.” She busted up laughing, as I couldn’t help but smile. She was forever talking shit about ya boy.

I looked over at the short shorts she was wearing, but I didn’t mind. I felt like since it was her body, I couldn’t tell her what to do with it. If she look good in the shit, why would I tell her to take it off? Just know if a nigga look, I’m cutting his eyes out.

Once we reached the park, I shut the car off and grabbed the basket as she grabbed the old blankets. We had walked up to the hill that Robyn told me about and it was as dope as she described. Some serious brainstorming could be done up here.

“Robyn this all you brought?” I asked as I sat everything on top of the blankets she had put down.

“Yes babe, I told you I’m trying to go vegan.” She smiled confidently. This girl..

“Why you ain’t pack nun’ for me then?”

“Cause then I would’ve asked for some, I’m sorry.” She apologized as her face twisted up into a frown.

“You just too cute. You ain’t gotta apologize, I guess I’ll just be healthy with you.” I said as I popped a grape tomato in my mouth. Which was a stupid thing to do by the way, cause I fucking hated tomatoes.

“How you know about this view?”

“My daddy used to take me up here all the time and read me his little poems.” She smiled as she looked off into space.

I took that as my time to let her do her and enjoy the view myself. I had to get a picture of this shit though. Just imagine it at night when you can see the stars and shit.

Putting my phone away, I decided to just admire the sunset and my girl’s presence. I tried not to think about the fact that these mosquitoes were tearing a nigga up.

Some Marvin Gaye was playing from her Beats Pill, and I ain’t know about her but that shit was making me horny. The way the sun bounced off of her toffee colored, smooth, freshly shaved legs.. the way her ass say gently onto the ground. The way her natural beauty stood out on her bare face. I could go on.

“Why’re you staring like I’m not yours?” She smiled, looking over at me. Damn she was beautiful.

Not wanting to reply to that, I grabbed her hand and interlocked my fingers with hers, lightly squeezing her dainty hand. Her hand felt like butter and shit. Her whole body felt like it, to be honest.

She had let go of my hand and grabbed it, which broke me out of my thoughts. I was about to ask what she was doing until she shushed me before smirking.

Her hand slowly guided mines from her small perky breasts down to the band of her shorts.

“I like how you trying to be sexy and shit, but we gotta speed this up before a bear pop out and eat both of our asses up.”

I told her as we both busted out laughing but I was lowkey dead ass.


You seen Robyn? Her ass been ducked off.“

"Fuck that hoe.” I mumbled only loud enough for myself to hear. It’s crazy how people do you.


“Nothing man, I'ma bounce.” I said, and with that I dipped. I wasn’t in the mood to talk about her fake ass right now.

First of all, she cut me off out of no where and to be honest, that actually hurt the little bit of feelings that I did have left. She ain’t say why or nothing.

I’m thinking that maybe her phone was broken or whatever, so I thought she hadn’t forgot about my event and was still coming. Boy was I wrong. She had me looking hella stupid.


Everyone was here, but Robyn. She was supposed to be like the first person here, but here we are.. 3 hours later and she a no show. This event was about to be over in a few minutes.

Once I thanked everyone for coming, people were starting to leave so I took that as my time to hit her up again hoping that she had a good excuse. She better have had the bubble guts or got shot or some shit.

Calling her for like the 100th time, her phone had went to voicemail. “You good?” Odell asked as he noticed the frustration on my face. I couldn’t tell him that I was pissed because his sister ain’t show up. He’d think we fuck with each other.

“Ion wanna talk about it..” I told him as I walked away and sat outside on the steps. I had on a maroon suit and Robyn was supposed to have on the sparkly maroon gown that she made specifically for this night. She wouldn’t stop talking about how she couldn’t wait for me to see it. A nigga was actually excited to see it, too.

I really couldn’t believe this motherfucker.  She could’ve at least called in advance and let me know. I wouldn’t even have been mad, but to stand me up? She got me hella fucked up.

After a while, a car pulled up a few feet away from me making me look up. When the door opened, there appeared a tipsy Robyn wiping her mouth. I then started to put the pieces together when her nigga or whatever was zipping up his pants. Why did she even bring this clown? Now I was really pissed.

I thought they were about to come inside of the building, but they went the opposite way to the hotel next door. So she blew me off to suck some dick? She could’ve did that earlier. It couldn’t wait?

“I swear as soon as bitches get dick that’s all they see, think, smell, and breathe.” I mumbled to myself as I pulled out my phone to check my messages.

That familiar scent that I loved so much had caught my attention. I looked over and noticed that Robyn had went back to the car to get something. I took that as my que to speak to her.

“So you really stood me up for some dick, Robyn?” I stood behind her as she jumped at the sound of my voice. She slowly turned around and blinked. She sobered up real quick.

“Jaylen, you were constantly touching on me, flirting and all that and you knew I had a boyfriend. You even told him about the little event that we had, which caused him not to like you. If it was the other way around, I would tell him to cut off a girl that’s constantly stepping out of the friendship boundaries as well.”

“Ok and instead of cutting a nigga off, you could’ve fucking told me to chill. Its cool though, cause I see that he more important than me. Even though I was here for you before him. I see where your loyalty lies Rob.” I chuckled bitterly.


“You ain’t even gotta apologize to cause you know you ain’t even sorry.” And with that, I walked away.

*Flashback Over*

That was the last time I heard from her trifling ass, which was a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately, I needed to talk to her just for a second cause I think I left my watch in her room the last time I was there. Now I was wishing that Winter liked me, cause I could just tell her to get it. Oh well, here goes nothing.

Sucking my teeth, I pulled out my phone and dialed her number since it wasn’t saved anymore. After a few rings she answered. “Yo,” I heard a male voice, which made me think I had the wrong number but it couldn’t be.

“Where Robyn at?” I asked blankly. He started to laugh, which confused me.

“I know this ain’t who I think it is..”

“Nigga you guessed it. Now put her on the phone, I ain’t call to catch up on old times and shit. Time is ticking.”

“Nah she occupied wit my dick right now.”

“Aight, well can you put it on speaker?” I asked, waiting for him to stop bullshitting. I didn’t care about all that extra shit, I just wanted my watch honestly.

Next thing I know, the phone had hung up making me suck my teeth. I guess I would just have to go over to O’s place my damn self.

Grabbing a condom or two, I slid them in my wallet before sliding it in my back pocket. Once I stepped into my shoes, I grabbed my car keys and went next door.

It was quiet in here so I was hoping that Robyn wasn’t here. That way I could just get my watch and leave. When I walked into Robyn’s room, there she was on the bed laid up with Kyle. Cuties.

“Yo-” I cut off his attempt to start ranting. He could never chill, like dude ain’t nobody even worried about yo funky ass.

“Nigga chill out ain’t nobody checking for yo nut head ass girlfriend, I came to get my rollie.” I waved him off as I went to the closet and grabbed the duffle bag I had left over here for decades.

They had went back to ignoring my presence but when I started to walk out, I threw some water onto her bed to where it got on both of them. Her nigga immediately got up and I dashed off, laughing my ass off. You would’ve thought that I was Jesse Owens.

I knew her nigga stayed strapped, but I just liked fucking with him. He got so mad over shit and it was mad funny. I could tell he really ain’t like but I ain’t give a fuck.

Once I was back in my crib, I unzipped the duffle bag and my watch was right at the top. I was only going to the store to get more paint but I still needed to look good. You never knew who you were going to see.

Since I only lived on the second floor, it took a few seconds for me to get off of the elevator. When I got to the parking lot, I unlocked my car with the button on my keys and got in. The first thing I did was put on my seatbelt, safety first.

Michael’s was literally a 5 minute drive since it was around the corner. With the way my speeding skills were set up, I was there in no time.

As I went to the aisle with paint, I noticed a petite light skin girl trying to reach for something. She had on a shirt with a little girl that read RIP. The girl looked like her too.. damn.

I heard some stuff fall which broke me out of my thoughts. She was struggling over there. “I got it. What you need?” I assured her as I walked over to her. She looked at me confusingly before speaking.

“The lavender paint. I don’t know why they put it at the top today. The pastel colors go at the bottom.” She said as she started to pick up the things she dropped. I noticed that it looked like she had been crying, but I ain’t wanna get all in her business.  

“Here you go..” I handed her the paint as she just stood there staring at me like she was thinking about something. She was looking at me like I was a piece of meat.

“I.. My bad. Thank you.” She said lowly as she took the paint from by hand. I chuckled because I could tell that was nervous as fuck.

“Need anything else?”


“I needed that, I haven’t had sex in years.” She caught her breath as she took her hair out of the ponytail that it was in, letting it flow down her back. I had been pulling on that shit for the longest.

Long story short, she told me that she just wanted to do something to take her mind off of whatever she was sad about. We went back to my place, and y'all know how that go. I ain’t think she had it in her.

We talked for a bit, ended up drinking way more than what we was supposed to, then had sex. It’s been a minute for me, so I was geeked about that.

She never told me what she was crying about, but I got some pussy instead so I wasn’t tripping. “Why is that?” She shrugged. She started to put back on her clothes.

“I’m gonna go though, bye..-” I stopped her then remembered we never exchanged names. I mean it really wasn’t important, it’s not like I'ma ever see this girl again.


“Kayla.” She smiled weakly before leaving out of the room. I heard my front door slam shut, so I took that as my time to get up and get in the shower.

Washing my body and hair for about 30 minutes, I finally stepped out and just threw some shorts and a plain white tee on. I was only going to O’s house. I guess that was the spot for tonight.

Lacing up my vans, I made sure everything was turned off before leaving and going next door. When I walked in, I seen O and Winter playing Uno.

“I got a blunt.” I called out as I seen Winter smile. Now she was trying to be my friend. Pulling the blunt and lighter out of my pocket, I took a seat at the table where they sat.

Once it was lit, I started to take a few hits before feeling buzzed. Winter had reached her hand out making me laugh. Fuck her, I just remembered all the times she put her hands on me.

“Get Out the way, tranny.” I said as I playfully pushed her out the way. I knew she’d curse my ass out, but it was funny every time. I loved fucking wit her. All bullshit aside, she was the homie though.

“Look here Banana bitch, I’m warning you now.. I will fuck you up today.” She threatened as I tried my best to hold in my laughter.

“Jay, why you always fucking wit my girl? One day she gone fuck you up and I even ain’t gone say nun’.” O chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her. She stuck her tongue out at me and I flicked her off. I swear if Winter was my girl, I’d have her in check fuck that attitude shit. He be letting her punk him.

“Here..” I gave the weed to O. Winter scoffed. I knew he couldn’t smoke since Football but I was trying to make her mad.

“Why didn’t you pass it to m-”

“Cause nobody like y-” I started to say before her hand came in contact with the back of my neck. This hoe.

“I got my own weed from back home anyways fuck that weak ass corn you got.” She rolled her eyes as she got up to go in O’s room. She always felt the need to let everybody know that she got her weed from Jamaica. She need to take her ass back, don’t nobody care.

“Corn? Girl please.” I waved her off. Now she was just saying shit just to say it.

“Y'all argue too much.”

“That’s her, she can’t ever take a joke.”

“Cause you not fucking funny nigga. You swear you Kat Williams wit your ugly ass.” She rolled her eyes. I really tried to hold in my laughter, cause I ain’t want her mad ass to explode on me but this shit was funny.

“You know who funny? You are. You funny as shit. HAHAHA.” I draped my arm across her shoulder as she quickly pushed it off with a mug on her face.

“I’m going to sleep, you’re aggravating.” She waved me off as she put her head down on the table, putting her damn stale ass ends on my plate in he process.

“I love you.” I teased her, only for her to ignore me. She was really pissed off.

I was about to speak until I seen Robyn come down the stairs with Kangaroo. She really cut me off for this hairy nigga.

“You let her have company?”

“Yea.. I trust her.” He shrugged as I sucked my teeth. But if it was me, he wouldn’t condone that shit.

I’m guessing her nigga had left, because she came back and started small talk with Odell.

I tried my best to ignore her like she been doing me but she had a nigga beat. I was still putting in effort to ignore her every move and gon’ about my business but, shit. She was breath taking, I glanced at her with the quickness and froze when we locked eyes.

She looked away but I pulled some Kanye shit and kept looking to make her feel uncomfortable and I succeeded. Her conversation with O was cut short, she rubbed the back of her neck nervously and headed towards the bathroom, a few steps away from the kitchen where I was. I gave it a few seconds before I headed that way, to make it really seem like I had to piss.

I heard her talking to herself softly before I opened the door, of course Robyn ain’t lock the damn door. She jumped and I put my hands up in surrender. “It’s only me.”

“Jaylen, you scared the shit outta me.” she said, holding her heart. Her chest heaving up and down. Damn, I really scared her.

“I hope you flushed.” I joked but she ain’t catch it. I smiled nervously and she smirked. “Anyway, I ain’t know you was still in here. My bad.” I tried to guilt trip her into talking to me. Drastic times, drastic measures. I started making my way out and her voice stopped me.

“It’s okay.” she said softly. She wanted to talk to me but it was something or someone holding her back.

“We grown, we ain’t kids. This nigga tell you to stop fuckin’ wit’ me?” I mumbled with a slight frown.

“Yeah.” she mumbled lowly.

“I respect that.” I said to her surprise and mine…I meant it though.

“You do?” I nodded. “I woulda respected the situation even more if you woulda hit my line and told me where we stood. I was thinking we was cool during the finals. You up and left a nigga like KD did Westbrook and ain’t say shit.”

The basketball reference must’ve confused her because her eyebrows came together.

“You just cut me off like I was dead weight. Like it won’t shit for you to leave me alone.”

“I do miss us being friends. Kai don’t though.”

I rolled my eyes. So this nigga the reason why she missed my event? Rob ain’t known for breaking promises so I know she ain’t do that shit by free will.

“We friends. This nigga won you at an auction or sum'n? You his property? He fuckin’ you?” I asked, not really wanting to know the answer. Knowing Rob’s curious ass, she probably turnt the hell out already.

“Friends don’t look at each other the way you look at me and touch me, and talk to me. He felt some type of way.”

“Nigga, pineapples. Create a fuckin’ safe word, you had me out here lookin’ stupid at my event. Where’s Rob? You seen Rob?” I imitated my head ass emotions. “I ain’t doing shit on purpose, you fine and sometimes I can’t-”

“See. Friends don’t call each other fine.”

“Man, shit. You pretty, far from ugly. Name one nigga who wouldn’t tell you that every chance he could.”

She couldn’t.

“Exactly. Look, I’ll stop the flirting. We could be strictly friends, you know I ain’t got much other than O and big head ass Winter. I told you some dark shit and you up and left wit’ it.”

“Sorry, I should’ve said something.” she said. “Sorry, you’re right. How was your event?”

“My fleeky bestie wasn’t there to match my fly. It was cool though, killed it by myself.”

“Happy for you.” she said. And then it dawned on me, he told her to stop talking to me but we see who got the upper hand. We having a whole ass conversation in the bathroom. Nigga nowhere to be found.

“Wait. We talking, you gon’ make sure thuggish-ruggish bone ass Kenny don’t pop the trunk on my bitch ass?” I said in air-quotes, mocking and quoting him from that one altercation. Nigga thought he was tough. My skinny ass could murk him in two licks AND walk away with his bitch.

“I told him we were just friends. I’ll make sure he doesn’t try shit.”

“Shit, I’ll make sure he don’t try shit. Fuck him.” I spat and she shook her head.

“Jealous ass.”

“I got a right to be.”

“You started it. How I let you eat and you go in for seconds on the same night with a random?”

“She ain’t random, we know her very well.”

“Nigga…okay, I’m going upstairs.”

“I’m playin’, Rob. Good talk, though.”

“Yeah, cool ass. Let’s try this again when you ain’t on 10.” she smiled cutely and I mirrored it.

“I'ma chill out.” I semi-promised. I'ma try to at least so we could be on good terms. She my only real friend.

“Kay. I know you didn’t really have to use the bathroom, stalker.” I was about to respond and say something childish back, but I remembered that she never showed me the dress cause she didn’t show up.

“Ay, you should show me that dress that you never got to wear.”

“Oh yea.. I did tell you I’d show you. Come on.” She grabbed my hand in excitement and quickly led the way to her room. I missed our friendship and I wasn’t letting nobody come in between that shit this time. Kai who?