Mean

👿: 5

Houston, TX
Saturday, March 2nd
Beyonce Knowles

"Aye, y'all, I got news." I said to my parents, standing in front of both of them with a wide smile in my face.

They both looked up at me with bored expressions. Well fuck them to.

"I hope it's that your gonna change your clothes." My dad said.

I scoffed. "What's wrong with my clothes?"

"Yeah, isn't my baby growing up so nice?" My mom said with a smile.

I had on a grey tank top, and some colorful house shorts with my slides on. My hair was just out, wild like it was before I went to bed last night.

"Nah, go put on a fucking shirt."

"Y'all, I got news fr tho. I got a girlfriend, and you guys know her." I pointed at both of them, nodding.

"We....know her? What kinda shit is this?" My dad asked suspsiciously.

I shook my head. "Nah, nothing like what your thinking. Remember the house we just sold, the one y'all put me on? There daughter, Nicki?" I smiled wide.

They raised there eye brows. "You two go to school or something?"

I nodded. "Yeah, and we got to know each other or whatever, and we worked the shit out. You know how I feel about girls, and she ain't a bitch or a hoe, or a slut, y'all I really found a one in a million."

"Awe, so happy for you baby." My mom said.

"When are we gonna meet her?" My dad asked like he didn't hear a single fucking word I just said.

I rolled my eyes. "You already know her. Remember, about yay high, small waist, thick, cute face, loud voice. The girl, there daughter."

"Oh! Yeah, she seems like a good girl. But we still wanna have a formal meeting. Didn't know you guys would hit it off like that."

I shrugged. "Me either. But Lauren told me we would like each other, I just ain't believe her cause all these hoes are the same. I swear." I chuckled, sitting between them. "So, what's for breakfast?"

They looked at me like I was crazy. "Whatever the fuck you make. Fuck we look like making your grown ass some food. Get in that damn kitchen and cook for yourself." My dad said, pushing me away from him.

I scoffed. "Damn, I bet Nicki would make me breakfast."

"She's your girl, that's what she's pose to do." My dad said.

I chuckled.

Later

Since my parents had some work to do, I asked Nicki if she wanted to come over, and she said yes. So I went and picked her up, and brought her back to my house.

Right now, we were laying in my bed, cuddling like she requested, and watching one of HER favorite shows. A show that I never dared to watch because it isn't my thing. But hey, it shuts the demon up so I let her watch it.

We were laying big spoon little spoon, and her ass was rubbing against a very sensitive area if you know what I mean. And her ass is my favorite thing on her. I love it. I mean I love grabbing it, slapping it, staring at it, all that good stuff.

I was distracting myself by playing with her hair, since she didn't seem to mind, while my other hand was wrapped around her, our fingers interlaced with one another's.

"This your real hair?"

"Most of it, but I got extensions." She mumbled.

"When'd you have time to do all this anyway?"