Amari morris, a little girl from cali who moved when she was 11 to live with her cousins in new york. the life style was a huge change for her and it was definitely gonna take some time to adjust to it. but what happens when she meets her cousins be...
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BASHAR JACKSON
"Yo we here!" i heard making me groan. i wasn't tryna get outta bed yet fr.
Amari shifted on my chest a little, laying her head right next to my chin, drifting off to sleep once again.
the door opened and i shook my head.
"You ain't hear me? come on! we out this bitch fore my mama ask what's taking so long" mike said and amari whined, laying her hand on my chest.
"can't you go wit rah? why i gotta up and leave"
"no your coming. y'all two need a minute away from eachother anyway"
"mari-"
"don't you dare" i sighed and mike glared at me.
"what? like you don't do this shit with kayla"
"i-"
"babe i thought you said it would only take a se- oh my goshhh!" kayla pouted as she walked into the room. "Y'all are too cute"
"leave, kayla" amari mumbled making me chuckle and she rolled her eyes.
"baby let them have their time. we can go get the stuff by ourselves. y'all two have fun just not too much fun" she pointed at me. "And wear protection! i'm watching you, Panama!" she said before leaving the room with mike and shutting the door behind her.
"you should go on birth control" i ran my fingers down amari's back and she mugged me. "what?"
"why the fuck would i go on birth control"
"so we wouldn't needa have that worry all the time"
"boy i'm never letting you hit raw unless we're TRYING for a baby. that's it"
"man you boring as hell. i'd pull out"
"okay and? birth control ain't a plan b. it's just a little backup but not a lot"
"you'd deadass never let me fuck raw? not even if i got you a plan b?"
"pop"
"amari"
she sat up and got onto my lap, straddling me while her hands played with the drawstring to my sweatpants.
