Paris POV
I woke up to the smell of breakfast. I went to the bathroom and did my daily routine. Then I got dressed and put on a red sweatshirt, black leggings, red converse, and I straightened my curly hair. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen to see August shirtless and in basketball shorts and slides. I hopped up on the counter.
I thought back on what happened at the party last night and I couldn't remember anything.
"Good Morning pickle face," He said, mushing my face.
"Morning bird chest," I said lightly smacking him upside the head and on his chest.
"Where's mi familia?" I asked.
"Out they'll be back," He said.
I sighed.
"So I'm stuck here with you," I said.
"Don't worry ma I'll take care of yuh," He said, pulling me close to him.
"Ewww move," I laughed.
He laughed.
"Yuh know yuh want all of this," He said rubbing all the way down to his abs.
"I don't even want that in my dreams," I said while rolling my eyes.
He turned back around fixing our plates and I smacked him on the butt.
He jumped and turned around then charged towards me, I ran around the kitchen and into the living room then he tackled me onto the couch, pinning me down and tickling me.
I laughed uncontrollably.
"Auggie stoppppp," I laughed.
"Nope say sorry," He said.
"stopppp," I laughed again.
"Apologize," He said.
I saw his manhood rise up then I looked down.
"Augggggie," I said smacking him.
"My bad," He chuckled and fixed himself.
I caught my breath.
He pulled out his phone and took a selfie of the both of us together then posted it on instagram and tagged me in it saying "with @par.iss the bestfriend, love this girl.❤"
Afterwards he let me go and as I got up to go back into the kitchen I felt a painful sting on my butt.
I screamed and he laughed.
"I hate you so much," I said walking back into the kitchen.
"Yeah Yeah I love you too," He said handing me a plate of food.
I sat on the counter as we both ate and I snatched a piece of his bacon.
"Fat ahh yuh got yuh own," He groaned.
"Quit being so stingy maybe I wanted some of yours," I said.
He pouted and mugged me.
"Is little Auggie mad?" I asked pinching his cheeks.
"Leave mae alone Rissy," He said, rolling his eyes.
I ran up to him and started kissing all over his face.
He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I laughed and he ran around the house.
"Put me down," I said hitting his back.
He threw me on the couch and I laughed.
"You're such a dickhead," I laughed and rolled my eyes.
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Just Friends? (August Alsina Story)
RomanceFriends? Lovers? Drama, Love, and Lies. August Alsina and Paris Morgan have been friends since the age of 3 but will this frienship turn into something more than they've both bargained for? READ Just Friends to find out more.